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?”
Steve looked over and smiled. “You youngsters head on out and have a good time. Us oldies won’t be able to keep up, is that what you mean?”
Billy was just about to say something, perhaps to invite him too, when I interrupted and quickly agreed that we needed time to bond as a year group. I gave Steve and Rick my best “friends” smile and waved them off. I checked with Mark which pub we were meeting at and made an excuse to be late. Then I followed the straggles out of the life studio and headed to the model changing room.
I was nervous as I knocked on the door. I could feel my hand trembling and it took all my resolve to wait for an answer and not run off down the corridor and out into the afternoon sun.
But I waited, hardly daring to breathe, for what seemed like forever.
Finally the door was opened and the bulk of a black, large body filled the door frame.
Soft, hooded eyes looked into mine and the faintest trace of a smile spread over the luscious, full lips. As he spoke, or growled, there was a a flash of bright, regular teeth.
“So, you decided to take me up on my offer, eh? You’d better come in instead of blocking up the corridor.”
With that Antone turned and moved into the room, giving me a good look at his firm legs and muscled bum, now clad in tight black jeans.
If I had any willpower left it had gone when he looked at me over his shoulder, licked his lips and growled,”Come on boy. You know you want it.”
his body was hard, his cock was huge and the sex was good – no, it was great.
( But you don’t want to read about that. Oh you do.)
He turned and moved towards me, wrapping me in his hard, muscled arms and pulling me to his firm chest. My mouth was open in lust as he bit down on my ear. He moved his lips to my mouth and fought my tongue as he pushed his demanding muscle inside my mouth.
“Mmmnn, Oh God, oh yes, yes,” was all I could say as I felt Antone move his hand up under my T and scratch on my back.
His searching fingers moved around, still under my T until they found my nipples. He then proceeded to pull and pinch at first the left then the right one, making me moan with pleasure and grind against his hard body with uncontrolled lust.
“Oh please, please Antone. Fuck me man. I need your cock in me now,” I gasped between kisses and gropings.
He laughed and rubbed the back of my body, getting most of his hand down my tight jeans.
“You givin’ me your sweet little boy arse?” he murmured, leaning into my neck and sucking up a forceful love bite. I flung my head back and let out a long, low moan, grinding into him with more intensity and passion.
“Fuck yes. Take me, here, now. Get inside me and fill my hole with your jizz.”
I couldn’t believe that was my voice saying those sexy things. I was way past being provocative. I was wanton, rampant with desire. I knew this big black stud could really take me to new heights and I wasn’t letting him out of this room until he had.
He laughed and ground his hips against mine. Then to my surprise he put both hands under mt thighs and lifted me up so we were chest to chest and my eyes were level with his. He smiled and licked his lips. Those lovely plump lips parting sensually, oh so invitingly so I couldn’t resist attacking them with my tongue. We started rocking back and forwards. grinding our hips slowly against each other. Fuck that felt so good. I was floating on a wave of lust.
“I want you boy but you have to tell me how much you want it, and what you want me to do to you. Come on. Talk dirty to me,” Anton moaned into my ear.
I was still pumping into him while he held me effortlessly in his strong black arms.
“Oh Anton, you sexy fuck. I want to feel you inside me. I want your big, black rod pumping my guts until you explode and cream inside me.” Was that me talking again? Where had I learned to talk like that?
“Ok boy. Lets get you out of these jeans,” and as he said the words he slowly lowered me to the floor.
I unbuckled my belt and then his, my hands faltering and hesitant in my excitement and anticipation. Antone stripped off my T and raised his big black arms to allow me to pull his over his head. He pulled my jeans down and lifted one leg at a time to help wriggle me out of them. Then he stepped out of his own.
Fuck, he was commando. His cock was stiff and unconstrained by briefs or boxers, unlike me.
He was hard and stiff, at least ten inches long and as fat as my wrist. Christ, how would I take all of that?
Antone grabbed me again and lifted me back into his arms. He kissed me forcefully and his tongue flicked in and out of my mouth.
“You want me baby? You ready for my big cock?” and he ground against my crotch through the material of my skimpy white briefs as he lifted me back onto his body with both arms under my legs and thighs, exposing my butt hole to his every whim. Ne had me in a firm grip and was completely in control and I was loving it.