Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2014 23:56:51 -0400
From: Ian Robertson <robot42@mail.com>
Subject: Artist Model

Artist Model

All the usual disclaimers apply: This fictional story depicts sexual
behavior involving consenting minors; if you find this offensive or your
local authorities deem it illegal, please leave now. No artists or boys
were harmed in the making of this story. Please read responsibly, etc.  By
reading this story, you agree that you are of legal age and are not
breaking the laws of your locality.

All Rights Reserved.  Copyright 2014.

Please show your appreciation by supporting Nifty with a contribution. You
can find out how here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Thank you!

    ****    ****    ****    ****    ****    ****    ****

This story features a character who previously appeared last year in the
Dance Belt series. That series is not required reading before you enjoy
this story, but you may enjoy it too.



It was late summer, several months after the tournament, when the boys'
coach approached Chad after practice. Chad had just recently returned from
spending most of the summer at camp, out of state. He'd served as a
counselor for younger kids, while also getting to take master classes with
some well-known coaches. He'd gotten noticed by some college scouts, and
had improved his home gym's reputation to boot. Now, though, it was back to
the routine: School, practice, homework, sleep, repeat. Like a number of
high school athletes, he didn't really have time for a regular after-school
job; even his weekends tended to be occupied with meets or local
competitions. So when the coach told Chad that the local art academy had a
need for an artists' model and could pay a modest amount for his time, Chad
was interested. He wasn't sure what he was getting himself into, but the
coach assured him that the instructor was a college friend, and that there
was nothing to worry about.

"I used to do some of that myself when I was in school," he told Chad. "The
classes are normally a couple of hours, and you'll get a break in the
middle. Don't worry, Suzanne is cool; she and I go way back."

Chad reported to Suzanne in her office for the interview. She chatted about
the classes, and explained that while they had no shortage of female
models, they had had a difficult time finding any males.

"Actually, I'd like to start you off with one of our Juniors classes," she
said. "These are mostly middle school age kids who are just starting to
work on human figures. So far, they've been using mannequins, but I think
they're ready to move up to a live model."

She went on to explain that the students would first work on the torso,
then asked Chad to take off his shirt. Once he was topless, she had him
assume some basic poses so she could assess good angles as well as so he
could get used to posing. After ten or fifteen minutes of this, she told
him which poses she wanted the class to start with, and let him get dressed
again.

When Chad reported to the studio, Suzanne showed him a low platform where
he was to pose. There were about a dozen easels arrayed so that each
student would have an unrestricted view of the platform. The class came in,
in ones and twos, until all eight had arrived: five girls, and three
boys. They seemed to be both excited and apprehensive about working with a
live model. Suzanne introduced Chad to the class, and then described the
day's exercise. As the class arranged their pads and supplies, Chad pulled
off his shirt and stepped onto the platform. When they were all settled, he
took up the first pose that Suzanne had chosen. As they worked, she
wandered from one easel to the next, offering encouragement and
suggestions. After they'd worked for twenty minutes or so, she had Chad
relax while she addressed the class. He listened as she talked about lines
and shading. Then she asked him to resume the pose, but this time she also
stepped up onto the platform with him, and continued to address the class
while using his body to illustrate her points. Then the sketching
continued.

The class wrapped up after an hour. Chad got to see some of the students'
sketches, which were better than he had expected based upon the age of the
class members. One or two were actually pretty good, he thought.

The next several sessions were more of the same, with Chad taking up
different poses. He noticed that a couple of the students were consistently
better than their classmates, although Suzanne praised all of their
work. Jasmine, a quiet eighth-grader, created sketches that were lightly
shaded, while Tomas, a year younger, seemed more interested in detail and
definition.

After a couple of weeks, Suzanne told the class that they were going to
start with a female model. Chad was going to model for another class, but
she said he would still to be available for any of them that wanted to work
on a male figure.

It was a couple of weeks after that Suzanne asked for Chad to pose again,
this time for Jasmine and Tomas alone. This was going to be for a juried
competition that Suzanne had encouraged them to enter, and she was willing
to pay Chad for the extra posing time. She put them in a corner of the
studio, apart from the rest of the class. There wasn't a platform for Chad,
but since it was just the two students, that wasn't a problem.

When Jasmine came down with the flu a few weeks later, Chad and Tomas were
on their own. By now, they had become fast friends, as Chad's easy manner
let the younger boy feel comfortable talking with him. When Suzanne decided
that they were a distraction for the rest of the class, she had Chad help
her rig a curtain to serve as a partition. Tomas and Chad would continue
working behind the curtain.

It was in this new semi-secluded space that Tomas confided to Chad that he
wanted to try working on more that just the torso.

"I want to try sketching a complete figure," he told Chad one afternoon.

"Why don't you?" asked Chad.

"Because I don't have a model," came the reply. "I've tried looking at
myself in a mirror, but it's not the same."

A few minutes later, Suzanne stuck her head around the curtain and
announced that she was going to take the rest of the class outside to work
in a different light; Tomas and Chad were free to come or stay. Chad
shrugged and looked at Tomas, who said that he wanted to stay. Suzanne
nodded, and was gone.

Tomas looked back to Chad, and in a wistful way asked if Chad would let him
try a full figure pose. Chad told him sure, and then asked what sort of
pose he wanted. Tomas described a classic pose that he had seen in an art
text book, and Chad tried to assume the pose. Tomas watched, then nodded
when Chad's position matched the picture in his mind. He flipped to a fresh
page in his sketch pad and went to work.

Chad watched as Tomas worked. The boy would sketch for a few minutes, then
pause and take stock of his progress. It seemed like no time at all before
they heard Suzanne bringing the rest of the class indoors. Tomas frowned at
the noise, realizing that it meant the end of class was imminent. He kept
working even as the noise died away, until finally Suzanne reappeared. Chad
saw that she was about to speak, but stopped when her eyes fell on Tomas'
sketchpad. Tomas sensed her presence, and finished one more detail before
stepping back.

"Very nice work, Tomas" Suzanne complimented, then added, "Chad, come have
a look."

Chad stepped around Tomas' easel and looked at the drawing. To his eye, it
looked pretty good, although he thought Tomas might have taken a bit of
artistic license with his pecs. In the sketch, he had a little bit more
bulk than what he actually possessed. It made him look more like a gym rat
than a gymnast, but he didn't say so. Despite Tomas' stated desire to
render a complete figure, he had clearly started on the torso and arms; the
rest was just hinted at with light outlines.

While Suzanne gave Tomas some pointers and suggestions, Chad went and
pulled his shirt back on. He turned to go, but Suzanne, still talking to
Tomas, motioned for him to stay. When she finished, Tomas started to put
away his materials. Suzanne turned back to Chad and he followed as she
stepped out from behind the curtain.

"Did he ask you to do that? she asked. Chad nodded, and she went on. "He's
a little premature moving on, but I think I'll let him continue."

"What about Jasmine?" Chad asked.

"She's more advanced than Tomas, but her mother told me she's still keeping
her home with the flu. Poor girl, she wanted to enter that competition, but
the entry deadline is next week."

"You'll still let Tomas enter?" Chad queried.

"Oh yes. That's what I want to talk to you about. The competition is
state-wide, and those who place get to go on to region. There's a good
chance that a lot of people will be looking at Tomas' work. Are you okay
with that?"

Chad shrugged. "That's really no different than when I go to meets. All
kind of people are watching. Or videoing."

Suzanne nodded. "I was hoping you'd feel that way. Now the next thing: When
Tomas and the others are ready for figures, they'll need you to pose with
your pants off. I don't want you nude; they're too young for that. Do you
have a Speedo or something that you can wear?"

Chad assured her that he did, and they watched as Tomas approached with his
sketchpad under one arm.

Chad patted the boy on the back and told him, "Nice job kiddo."

Tomas beamed for a moment, then headed out the door.

"He thinks a lot of you," Suzanne commented.

"I saw my muscles got bigger," he grinned.

"Proportion," came her reply. "It's like perspective; it takes a
while. He'll get it, and then he'll discover how he can use it."

"Use it?" Chad echoed.

"It's one of the stock tools of cartoonists and caricature artists," she
replied. "You select a feature and exaggerate it."


Chad was prepared at their next meeting, but Suzanne had apparently
suggested to Tomas that his submission to the jury should be a simple
torso, for the boy didn't ask again for a figure pose. Instead, he produced
a very nice drawing showing Chad's torso and arms; the shading above the
neck just hinted at the shape of the jawbone. Suzanne was very pleased when
she saw it, and Tomas beamed when she told him.

When he came in next time, Chad expected to be modeling for the class
again. But there was a brown-haired woman a few years older than Chad
getting ready to model for them. Once again, Suzanne motioned toward the
curtained-off area in the back of the room.

"Tomas really did a nice job with his jury entry. I'd like to let him have
a treat and work on a figure again. Do you mind?" she asked.

"Okay, sure," Chad answered. He liked working with Tomas, who was soft
spoken but cheerful.

Tomas, for his part, liked working with Chad too. Chad was almost like the
big brother he didn't have. When Chad and Suzanne came around the curtain,
Tomas' eyes lit up. He listened as Suzanne explained that he was going to
get to have another session on his own with Chad, and explained the new
assignment: A full figure sketch this time. She described the pose that she
wanted Chad to model, then left them to get the class started.

Chad moved across to his chair as Tomas began getting his pad and supplies
ready. Chad untied his shoes, then pulled them off. Then he stood and
pulled his shirt off over his head. As he turned to lay it over the back of
his chair, he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Tomas was
watching. The boy's attention was definitely on him as he straightened and
reached for the top button of his jeans. Chad released it, then nudged the
zipper down. Tomas seemed to be holding his breath as Chad moved his hands
to his hips and then pushed the jeans down his thighs. Chad stepped out of
them and turned away to drape them on the chair behind him. When he turned
back, now clad in just his navy blue speedo, he saw that Tomas was still
frozen in place. Chad stood before the boy, and let him gaze for a few
seconds. Then he turned and let Tomas have look at his back. He flexed his
arms before turning back and smiling at Tomas.

"You ready?" Chad asked.

Tomas grinned and nodded, and they got started. His first attempt was an
outline, with minimal shading. Chad noted that he seemed to be using his
eraser more than usual. At the end of the session, it was clear that, as
Suzanne had said, proportion was something that Tomas was still learning to
work with.


At their next meeting, Chad came in to find that Tomas was already set up
and waiting for him. He began to undress while the boy watched from behind
his easel. Tomas seemed to be intent on each step of the process. Chad
thought about that as he finished, then moved into position. Tomas took up
his pencil, and they began. This time, things went smoother. They chatted
as Tomas worked. Chad told Tomas about one of his recent meets, then Tomas
talked about his mom and sisters.

Tomas had apparently been practicing, for his sense of proportion was much
better, and he was able to add some light detail and shading in spots. Chad
noticed that he didn't look so much like a body builder this time, for
which he was secretly glad.

Suzanne agreed that Tomas was making progress, and suggested that they work
on a different pose the next time.


It was after their third session that Suzanne informed them that for the
next session, she was going to take the rest of the class to see an
exhibit. Tomas said that his mother had taken him and his sister to see the
exhibit the previous weekend; couldn't he stay and work with Chad?

Suzanne mulled it over for a moment, then looked at Chad, who shrugged.

"Okay, she told them. "Then I'll see you the session after. I'm expecting a
good project, Tomas."


When Chad came in for their next session, he momentarily looked around at
the empty studio before he remembered. But where was Tomas? Chad called out
for the boy, and got an answering call from behind the curtain. Of course.

Chad stepped around the curtain to find Tomas ready and waiting.

"We've got the whole studio," Chad pointed out.

"Isn't it great?" Tomas responded, "All to ourselves!"

"So why . . . ?" Chad asked, motioning at the curtain.

"Cause this is our special space." came Tomas' reply. "I like it."

"Okay - works for me," Chad said as he crossed to his chair. He had pulled
off his shoes and shirt before he realized that Tomas was mirroring his
actions. He gave Tomas a questioning glance, and the boy smiled and told
him,

"Today we're going to be brothers!"

Chad grinned and said "Okay." He resumed, pulling off his jeans and putting
them on the chair with his shirt. He turned to find Tomas, still with his
jeans on, watching him expectantly. Now that he had Chad's attention, the
boy continued. He unfastened the waist of his jeans, then looked again at
Chad before he eased down the zipper. He paused again before shoving his
jeans down his legs. He mimicked Chad's motions of putting them aside with
his shoes and shirt.

Tomas beamed as he stood facing Chad. Like his model, he was clad only in a
skimpy dark blue bikini brief. The cloth looked like cotton to Chad; he
suspected the boy was wearing underwear instead of a speedo, but it was
certainly close enough. Chad had always been careful to tuck his stuff down
and under, but Tomas hadn't followed suit: The boy's bits and pieces made a
modest bulge in the front.

They stood facing each other for a few moments. Chad saw that Tomas was
trim, with small dime-sized nipples and an outie belly button, but
otherwise undefined. His legs were similarly coltish, with as yet no signs
of hair. He had a scab on one knee, which Tomas explained came from a
skateboard fall a few days earlier. He flashed his hairless armpit as he
showed Chad a matching scab on his elbow.

Chad expected that they would start now, and turned to take up his pose. He
was surprised to hear Tomas ask,

"You wanna go all the way?"

"Huh?" Chad asked, turning back.

"You wanna go all the way?" Tomas asked again. He was looking at Chad with
a grin, with his hands on his hips.

"All the way?" Chad echoed. He saw that Tomas' eyes were moving up to his,
then down to his waist, then back up again. He was pretty sure he knew what
they boy meant, but needed to be sure. He saw that the bulge in the boy's
briefs was beginning to grow as Tomas stood there, watching him. Chad put
his hands on his own hips, matching Tomas, and waited.

"I'll take mine off if you'll take off yours," Tomas offered. As he said
this, the boy eased his hands down his hips to the waistband of his briefs.

"Ummm," Chad began, but before he could continue, Tomas added,

"You dare me to?"

Chad grinned as Tomas kept his eyes on him. Chad saw that the bugle in
Tomas' briefs was more pronounced, and at the same time he felt the
stirrings in his speedo that meant that his bulge would soon be bigger,
too. All the while, the boy kept his hands on the waistband at his hips.

Tomas felt his erection growing in his underwear, and knew that Chad could
see it as it started to grow. He could feel that it was pointed to the
left, but he knew that if he got all the way hard, it might begin to stand
up out of his briefs. Keeping his hands on his hips, he pushed his
underwear waistband down just a tad. At the same time, he began to slowly
swing his hips around in a circle as he repeated to Chad, "Do you dare me?"

Chad watched as Tomas swung his hips around. The motion couldn't hide the
now significant bulge in the front of his dark blue underwear. Was it his
imagination, or was the boy already nudging his briefs down? At the repeat
of the dare, Chad grinned again and nodded.

Tomas grinned back at Chad as he began to slowly slip the waistband of his
briefs lower over his hips. He inched it down until he felt his erection
about to snag on the elastic, then with a quick motion let it pop free. It
stood proudly erect, pulsing with his heartbeat. After a few moments, he
gave his briefs a shove and they fell to puddle around his ankles.

Chad took in the nude boy before him. He guessed Tomas' erect dick to be
around four inches. No hairs yet, but probably not much longer, he
judged. The boy's balls looked like they were beginning to drop.

Chad brought his eyes up to Tomas' face, and nodded.

"Now your turn!" Tomas demanded.

Chad smiled back at the boy, then put his hands behind his head.

"I dare you!" he challenged.

Tomas needed no further encouragement. Erection bobbing, he stepped over to
Chad and reached for the older boy's speedo. He eyed Chad's bulge, then
slipped his fingers inside the top of the suit and pulled it down. The
first tug revealed Chad's pubes and the root of his shaft. Tomas marveled
at Chad's wiry pubes as he repositioned his hands for a second tug, and
then was rewarded with the older boy's semi-erect shaft. It took a third
tug to free the purple head, which bobbed in front of Tomas while he
stared. After a moment, he resumed his task and finished peeling the speedo
off of Chad's butt and down his legs. Chad obligingly lifted first one foot
and then the other for Tomas to strip it off his ankles. When he
straightened up after pulling it off Chad's feet, he found his model's
member was stiffening.

Without thinking, Tomas reached for Chad's cock. At the last second, he
stopped and looked up to see Chad smiling at him.

"Do you dare me?" Tomas asked him. Then before Chad could answer, Tomas
grasped the warm shaft in front of him. He held it, feeling its heat. As he
held the hot shaft, he looked at head. His eyes traced the helmet rim and
the lips of the slit. He lifted the head to see the underside, where the
helmet rims came down to make an arrowhead. He looked down the shaft, past
his hand, and saw Chad's ballsack. He reached down between the older boy's
legs and hefted it in his palm. He felt Chad's balls inside, and felt them
move under his touch. But it was the hardening cock that had his interest,
and he soon returned to it. He touched the flared rim of the head, and ran
his fingers around the edges before wrapping them around the head and
holding it. It felt almost hot in his grasp, and alive. He wondered . . .

Tomas slid his hand down the shaft, then up again. He'd heard stories about
playing with your dick, about stroking, or "beating off." He'd even played
some with his own dick. That had felt good, but he wondered if he'd been
doing it right. He stroked Chad's hard cock again. When he pulled down, he
saw the pee hole gap open just a bit. It winked closed when he relaxed his
grip. Fascinated, he tried it again. Maybe . . .

Chad held still as the younger boy ran his hands over his equipment. The
initial exploratory motions had been replaced with more purposeful
movements as Tomas began to stroke Chad's cock in earnest. He clearly had
little experience, spending lots of effort on the full length of the
shaft. Chad let him stroke away for a little while before bringing his own
hand down over Tomas'.

"Like this" he whispered to the boy as he brought their hands up to the
head of his cock. Keeping Tomas' hand on his tool, Chad guided the boy's
ministrations. He felt the boy's smaller fingers beneath his own as they
worked the sensitive areas of his cock.

Tomas was a quick study, and soon caught on. He noticed that Chad was
becoming more animated, that his hips were beginning to thrust the hot cock
through his hand. Then Chad guided his hand in a little twist over his
cockhead, and Tomas did it again on the next stroke, and the next. Chad's
hip thrusts came faster now, and Tomas saw that the older boy's eyes had a
glassy look.

The climax came as Chad's spunk erupted. The first spurt hit Tomas'
shoulder, the next landed on his arm. Surprised, Tomas forgot to stroke
until Chad's hand nudged his back into action. It was just for a moment
though, as Chad's spunk filled the boy's hand at the top of the next
stroke. Tomas stroked again, spreading the spunk down Chad's shaft. Chad
stopped his hand and he watched as the last of Chad's load oozed out.

Tomas felt Chad's hand on his shoulder as he held the older boy's
spunk-slickened cock in his hand. He heard Chad's ragged breathing begin to
calm, and felt the erection in his hand subside. After a minute, he
released it and studied the slimy residue on his palm. He brought it up to
his nose, then sniffed. It smelled sort of sweet, although he couldn't
think of anything to relate it to. After another sniff, he tentatively
stuck out his tongue. It tasted sweet too. He licked a little off his
hand. Yes, sweet, and yet he thought maybe something else too, but he
couldn't name it. After he licked his hand clean, Tomas looked to Chad for
approval. Then to Chad's surprise, the boy bent down and began to lick his
deflated cock clean.

Chad ran his hand down over Tomas' back while the boy licked the spunk off
his cock. He grazed his fingers along the boy's spine, then ran them back
up to the nape of his neck. The third or fourth time he did this, Tomas
straightened in time for his fingers to run down over the boy's bare
butt. Chad brought his hand up, then down Tomas' back once more. This time
he traced Tomas' crack down, then spread his fingers across the smaller
boy's ass. He held Tomas that way, and felt the younger boy lean against
him.

Chad felt the boy's semi-hard dick against his leg. Tomas felt the touch
too, and his boy tool began to swell again. He rubbed it against Chad's
thigh, pushing with his hips while Chad's hand cupped his butt. Then Chad
turned the boy around against him until the hard boydick slid into Chad's
waiting fingers. He gently began to jack Tomas, giving the boy his first
handjob.

It didn't take long. Tomas was soon standing on his toes, trying to push
his hard little dick faster and harder through Chad's caressing grasp. Chad
felt the boy stiffen, and cradled Tomas against him with his arm while the
boy gasped and spasmed though a powerful dry orgasm.

When it was over, they stood there together, the younger boy supported by
the older until he caught his breath and could stand on his own again.

"That was great!" Tomas finally said once he had recovered enough to speak.

"Yeah!" Chad agreed. After a moment he asked, "What're we gonna do about
your project?"

Tomas smiled up at his model.

"Oh! It's already done. I did it at home yesterday!"

"Really? How?" Chad asked.

"I used the video on my phone," Tomas replied with a sly grin. At Chad's
questioning look, he continued, "The one I took of you last time - when you
were undressing."

Surprised, Chad looked at Tomas, then shifted his gaze to the boy's
easel. On the tray, he spotted Tomas' phone propped up, with the camera
lens pointed at him. He looked back to Tomas in just time to catch another
of the boy's sly grins . . .