I had been a life drawing instructor at a college for a number of years. I had seen it all; I had seen a number of guys and girls, naked, displaying their bodies for the advancement of art, for the students to learn to draw the human figure. I had seen fat ones, short ones, tall ones, beautiful bodies, ugly bodies --- you name it, I'd seen it. Some of them turned me on; some of them turned me off.
Then, Jorge modeled for my class one day.
But I never saw a guy like Jorge, ever. Jorge was dark, tall, muscular, and their was something about him --- a somewhat pensive look in his eyes --- that made one want to walk up and grab his cock and stroke it.
And, what a cock it was.
It was about eight inches long, and seemed to hang there with an authority that said, "I am a big dick!" It was a dark brown color, and behind and beneath it hung two large brown, hairy balls. His cock was circumcised, and the head of it was a deep brownish-red color. On occasion, I could actually see his cock grow a little, throbbing with his heartbeat. I wanted to see him completely, totally hard, and I devised poses for him that I thought would turn him on enough. As a model, he wasn't supposed to get erections when he modeled. I knew about the inevitability of male model erections, though. That was one of the reasons I had become an art instructor. I had see a number of fat, hard cocks while I was a student, and sometimes, I had to stop and go jack off in the nearest men's room during class.
I would succeed one day, I knew. I had seen a number of hard-ons with male models. It bothered some of the other instructors. It didn't bother me, and I knew that my female students and some of the male students really liked the added spice of a sex show. I was going to see this guy with a hardon, and I was even going to do other things, if I could. He turned me on that much.
I decided that I, too, would draw Jorge one day. After several other poses, I posed him in a standing pose, legs spread, with one leg slightly bent at the knees. In order to draw him, I stood right in front of the platform, at crotch level, very close.
I stared right at his cock. Class would be over soon, and as the instructor, I had to stop what I was doing and go around and check the drawings of the students. Then, I went back to Jorge. As the class was just about to leave, I asked Jorge if he would stay for a few minutes while I finished my drawing of him. He agreed. I told him that I would pay him extra for his time.
As the class was filtering out, I moved a little closer to Jorge. When the class was completely empty, I went to the doors, ostensibly checking the hallways and saying goodbye to the students. I told Jorge he could take a short break. I noticed that his cock seemed to be getting just a little longer, fatter.
Maybe he was, indeed, getting a hardon.
When he came back from break, I was sitting at my sawhorse, waiting for him. He took off his robe and resumed the pose he had been in earlier. I moved closer, right against the model stand. I was right at crotch level, looking right at his cock.
His cock was a wonderful-looking thing. I could see the veins beneath the dark skin, and I could almost smell the man smell around his balls.
Jorge was a great model --- he never, ever looked directly at the person that was drawing him. He knew that it broke the person's concentration.
I edged my easel even closer to him. My main field of vision was his cock. I could feel myself getting hard, being so close to it. I didn't know what was coming over me, or why I felt this way. I knew I wanted, desperately, to feel Jorge's cock throb in my hand. I would have loved to rip off my clothes and jack off, letting my own cum fly all over his hard, brown body.
I pretended professionalism, however. I sighed, and when I exhaled the air, I blew right on his cock. I could see the spindly pubic hair stir. To my delight, it had an immediate effect. His cock jerked and began to stiffen.
I could see it lift a little and throb. Ah, I thought, more, more.
Then it seemed to withdraw its engorged blood, and it was back to the same old normal giant cock. Damn, I thought.
I sighed again, letting out a long breath, moving my head back and forth a little. It had the desired effect.
His dick jerked and began to grow. This time, it didn't stop growing so quickly. It throbbed and jerked, slowly growing fatter, engorging itself with blood. Just a few feet away, I wanted to reach out and stroke it. I wanted to feel that cock in my hand, in my mouth.
I stared straight at it, not even pretending to draw. I glanced toward the door, somehow feeling that if I could convince him that the door was locked, he would get it hard for me. I had let him know that I was going to lock up, and I think that my glance reassured him.
It continued to grow, and in the space of less than a minute, it was sticking straight out at me, a full eight inches long, fat and throbbing. The head had turned a deeper shade of purple-brown. It was gorgeous.
"Are you comfortable?" I asked, my voice a whisper.
He nodded.
I looked at his dick and took a deep breath. It grew more, and finally, I knew that he had a full-blown erection. It was simply amazing. Here it was, fully erect --- what I had wanted to see for a long time.
"Nice pose, Jorge," I said.
He tilted his head toward me and nodded. "Yeah," he said.
I stood and moved closer to him, adjusting a light, pointing it at his midsection.
Then, I simply could not stand it any more.
"Nice cock," I said.
The look on his face immediately changed. An expression of surprise, then a smile of delight came over his face. "Thanks," he said.
I simply reached over and put my finger on the tip of the throbbing head. He didn't move. I put my entire hand on it, wrapping my hand around the warm, hard shaft. He didn't say a word.
I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue, touching the tip of his hard cock with the tip of my tongue. Jorge moaned softly.
I lifted his cock upward, and moved my face closer to his balls.
I opened my mouth wide and ran my tongue across one veined, hairy part of his sac, feeling the moving, egg-shaped orb beneath my tongue. Then, I did the same to the other half of the fuzzy sac.
Jorge moaned, letting out a deep breath. The salty taste and the feel of his balls in my mouth was too much for me. I wanted his cock in my mouth.
I moved my tongue up, licking the shaft as I went, feeling those big purple veins on the tip of my tongue. I licked it all the way to the big, throbbing purple head of it, and I just opened my mouth wide and took it in as far as I could. When it reached the back of my throat, I swallowed hungrily, tasting the pre-cum. I wrapped my hand around the base of it and stroked upward gently. He grabbed the back of my head and thrust his hips forward, choking me with the purple-headed monster.
I felt him jerk, and my mouth was filled with his hot man-juice. He groaned, pushing his cock even further into my throat. I felt the last jerk of his cock spurt cum down my throat. I gagged slightly, but didn't want to let go. I swallowed most of it, but some of it ran out of my mouth and down my chin, falling on his forest of pubic hair.
Finally, he pulled the still-throbbing cock out of my mouth. I still knelt in front of him. I looked up at him, letting him see his cum running down my chin.
"I wondered how long I'd have to pose for you before you knew how I felt about you," he said.
I raised my eyebrows "Huh?"
"I kinda think you're really nice," he said.
"I like you too, Jorge," I said. I was fifteen years older than Jorge. I couldn't believe he felt any type of feelings for me.
"I like you a lot." He reached down and pulled me up to him. He forced his tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on it, just like I had sucked on his cock.
A couple of hours later, we left. And every time Jorge poses for me, we leave late. Then, we meet at my house and suck and fuck all night long.
