Date: Mon, 20 Feb 2017 18:24:43 +0000
From: J. Forrester <niftyencomiums@gmail.com>
Subject: The Embarrassment of Riches - Chapter Seventeen

The Embarrassment of Riches
Chapter Seventeen: The Role Model

The people, places and events in this story are entirely fictional and any
resembelences to real people, real places or real events would be awesome.


Time flies when you're having fun.

Johnnie had been having very little fun looking for a job; his parents had
supported him to go to university but he couldn't live off them forever. He
couldn't live off them now that he had quit his course. They hadn't been
angry and claimed not to be disappointed, though Johnnie thought they must
be on some level. Mostly his parents were happy he was recovering from his
brain injury and happy he was making choices about his future. As long as
he was actually making choices and trying to plan a future.

Johnnie also could not continue to live rent free on E.J.'s good graces
forever.

February had just flown by and gave way to a March that gave hope of a
pleasant spring. Johnnie had been out of hospital for the best part of six
weeks now but had taken to haunting the University and joining the gang for
lunch. He was currently sitting on a bench outside the Elizabeth Blackadder
building, the art department at the King James VI University campus. He had
arranged to meet Calvin, Daniel and Tom for lunch and had arrived early for
lack of anything else to do.

"Hello, stranger," said voice from above.

Johnnie had been sitting reading, his concentration on the book rather than
the man who had sneaked up on him: Dean Carlisle.

As ever, the sight of the man who had been his high school teacher,
University lecturer and major crush brought back memories for Johnnie. The
memories were predominantly sexual given the forbidden tryst he and Calvin
had had with the teacher.

"Hi, Mr Carlisle," Johnnie replied.

"Dean," he corrected; "You can call me Dean since I'm not teaching today
and you're not a student anymore either. From what I understand."

"Does this mean I'm not allowed on campus anymore?" Johnnie joked.

Dean shrugged, "Dunno. How are you?"

The question was serious and asked with real concern.

"I'm better, or getting better at least. I'm actually looking for a job,"
Johnnie admitted for lack of anything else to say.

Dean ignored Johnnie's attempt to avoid the conversation about his
recovery; "I heard you had a pretty serious problem?" Dean asked tapping
his forehead with his index finger.

"I did but I got better," Johnnie unconsciously drew his finger along the
scar that was almost hidden by his eyebrow.

"I'm sorry you decided to leave the course," Dean said carefully. "We never
had a lot of opportunity to talk even though I'm one of the lecturers and
academic supervisors."

"You can supervise me doing other things if you like," Johnnie replied, the
flirtation coming out as if on automatic pilot.

They both laughed and neither took it too seriously but it gave Dean the
beginning of an idea.

"I'll miss you and Calvin's antics in my class, I couldn't help but notice
you undressing at the start of last term," Dean said.

Johnnie was shocked that Dean had seen him, though plenty of people ended
up seeing the playing out of his humiliation. More than that, Johnnie was
shocked at how long ago that day had been. Five months or so?

"I didn't realise you'd noticed," Johnnie replied.

"You took off all your clothes in my class; do you think I'm blind?" Dean
asked good-naturedly.

"I guess not," admitted Johnnie.

"Listen, if you're looking for some fast work there might be something you
would be interested in," Dean said. He scribbled down a number and handed
it over, hitching his finger indicatively towards the Blackadder building;
"A friend is looking for a life model."



As job prospects go, it wasn't what Johnnie had in mind; he had fears about
what would be expected of him at his interview, namely that it would
require a `physical' but he was willing to take his chances. Johnnie had a
short telephone conversation and arranged to meet Mike Hale just after
lunch.

Mike was a rather good looking man: average height and build yet sporting a
rock-solid physique. He looked like if you punched him in the gut, you'd
break your fist. He had a thick Glasgow accent to go with his wee hard man
exterior but when he spoke he was filled with gentle good humour.

Neither had spoken since saying hello and as they stared at each other they
were either going to have to start dating or start talking.

"Our mutual friend Dean told us about you," Mike said.

"He's not exactly my friend," admitted Johnnie.

"Well, whatever. He said you'd look good naked, like Gok Wan but withoot
the T.V. cameras," Joked Mike.

"You're going to ask me to take my clothes off, aren't you?" Johnnie asked
as he looked around the deserted art room.

Mike was tempted to say yes; "That's no' necessary. Men and women come in
all shapes and sizes. My class isn't recreatin' Michelangelo's David."

Johnnie was tickled by the comment but wondered why then they had to meet.

"Coz sometimes idiots agree tae model then don't know they need tae get
naked," Mike answered.

"I'm fine with that," Johnnie replied.

"Cool, the class is this evenin' at seven. You mind turnin' up a half hour
early?" Mike asked.

"That's fine." Johnnie replied, though now he was wondering what Mike had
planned to have his class draw if he hadn't happened to turn up
today. Instead, Johnnie asked: "Is it a university class?"

"No, it's a little class I run for budding artists in the community. Some
of them are alright, some of them are pish. But it's just a bit of fun for
ages sixteen to seventy," Mike replied.

Johnnie wasn't sure how he felt about seventy year olds checking him out
and hoped it was hyperbole on Mike's part.

He would find out soon.



It was in some ways better that the class had been sprung on Johnnie with
very little notice because if he had had the time to dwell on it he might
have chickened out. He arrived at the Elizabeth Blackadder building to find
the main door locked; a light shower began as Johnnie worked his way around
the side of the building until he found an open door.

A corridor or two later, he heard voices that let him to Mike who was
talking to a young and handsome man who looked to be around Johnnie's
age. The lad was wearing slim black jeans and a tight short sleeved t-shirt
that showed off his slim waist, decent upper body and beefy arms; he also
had big brown eyes and a sallow complexion that implied a Mediterranean
heritage. Or a the use of a sunbed.

"Johnnie, hi," called Mike.

Johnnie hadn't heard the conversation between them but it must have been
more or less concluded for neither made to finish it in his presence.

"Johnnie, this is Dave," Mike said, and then corrected himself; "David."

"Hi David," Johnnie replied and extended his hand to be shaken.

"Hi, nice to meet you," David replied and seemed genuinely pleased to make
acquaintance.

The hand was held a fraction of a second too long and David blushed just
slightly around the cheeks when Johnnie met his eye.

"We normally work in this room and for life modellin'," Mike said, his
Glasgow accent continuing to shave consonants off the end of his
words. "Usually a session would last half an hour and I'd hold two sessions
back tae back but I thought it'd be good to merge the classes today."

"Oh, ok. What does that mean?" Johnnie asked, wondering if it made much
difference to him; it would still be an hour of so out of his time
regardless of the size of the class.

"I'm tryin' to make arrangements for another venue," Mike replied at which
point his phone rang; "Jus' slip your stuff aff here while I finish makin'
arrangements. David will look after you," Mike finished before answering
his phone and leaving the room.



Johnnie felt a bit funny about stripping in front of a man he had barely
met but he was about to be seen totally naked in front of a lot of men he
had never met so it seemed a bit pointless to be shy now. Johnnie pulled
off his jacket and hung it over the back of a chair and then pulled off his
hooded top, which was a little damp from the light rainfall that had
started as he arrived. He slipped off his trainers and socks, pulled off
his t-shirt and removed his jeans.

During the entire disrobing, David had kept busy enough so as to not look
like he was just going to stand and watch Johnnie strip but by the time
Johnnie was down to his boxers, David hadn't gotten much done.

David smiled at Johnnie who wasn't sure whether to whip the final item off
yet or not.

"Everything," David said in his polite and soft, yet authoritative, voice

Johnnie imagined, whatever David did for a living or whatever he was
studying at the university, he did so with equal confidence and command as
he held right now.

Johnnie pushed the boxers down and showed David his dick.



Now that Johnnie was naked, David dropped all pretence of trying not to
look at him. He came towards Johnnie and put his hand on the middle of
Johnnie's chest, then slid his fingers up and across one of his nipples
before finishing the sweep of his hand over Johnnie's clavicle and
shoulder.

Johnnie's cock gave a twitch at the attention.

"Let me just lock your clothes away," David said deliberately to enhance
Johnnie's discomfort.

With his clothes locked away, Johnnie was totally naked and subject to the
grace of others to get his clothes back; only his trainers remained in the
room which Johnnie noticed without consciously registering its
significance.

When David returned he came back with a casual white shirt that was at
least one size too big for Johnnie; "Sorry, I don't know where Mike left
the robe that models usual use but I found a shirt you can use just
now. Lift up your arms and I'll help you."

Johnnie's cock twitched again.

Johnnie lifted his arms to expose his pits and felt his total nudity in the
university art room highlighted by the white fluorescent lights. David
slipped the sleeves of the shirt over Johnnie's uplifted arms and pulled it
down over Johnnie's head.

David took the opportunity to check Johnnie out even closer and once the
shirt was on, David brought his soft pink lips to Johnnie's mouth and
kissed him, pressing his body against Johnnie's. David's hands slid around
back and groaped Johnnie's arse while lifting the back hem of the
shirt. Johnnie's cock came to full attention and poked out the bottom of
the shirt.



Johnnie noticed that the shirt was too big and so came to the upper-middle
of his thighs but the lowest button was undone and so opened the bottom of
the shirt to reveal Johnnie's penis with ease, at least while it was
erect. Were he flaccid, Johnnie hoped he would be just about covered up
although his testicles might peek out but it was hard to tell while he was
erect. The top four buttons were also undone, exposing most of Johnnie's
chest; also, because the shirt was too big, it slipped to the right to show
off most of his shoulder.

When David parted from the kiss, he licked his lower lip and made a sound
of pleasure, like he had just eaten something delicious.

"So, what does your cock taste like?" David asked with enthusiasm.

"Do you think I'm offering free samples?" Johnnie asked teasingly.

"Are you?"

Johnnie nodded once.

It had been months and months since he had had a blow job or sex. He hadn't
even masturbated since going into hospital back in December so the thought
of a handsome man sucking his penis was very appealing. Johnnie certainly
wasn't going to discourage it.

While Johnnie sat on the closest chair, David dropped to his knees in front
of him and pushed the shirt up. David's hand was warm as it gripped
Johnnie's hard on and pulled back to expose the entire head. Gingerly,
David licked the bulbous end of Johnnie's cock which caused Johnnie to moan
with satisfaction. David could taste pre-cum on his tongue and went back
for another lick which started with the underside of Johnnie's shaft where
it meets the balls and ended with a sweep across the underside of the
sensitive head.

David slowly and cautiously put his lips to Johnnie's cock and gave it a
big and deep kiss. Then he sooked Johnnie's head into his mouth and let it
pop out again. Johnnie was not sure how wise it was to cum right before
going on display but he was hardly thinking about that now.



David was taking more of Johnnie's penis in his mouth now, lowering his
head to take as much of it as he could and wetting the entire organ with
his mouth. Johnnie could not help but place his hand on the top of David's
head but not to push it down, rather his hand caressed the side of David's
face and swept stray hair back behind David's ear.

When David came up for breath, he smiled happily and looked up from his
position on the floor.

"That was... wow," David said.

"So, what does it taste like?" Johnnie asked.

David shrugged, unable to think of a word that described the flavours his
tongue had just sampled; "Not sure," he eventually replied.

David casually took Johnnie's cock and stroked it while they chatted.

"Ok," Johnnie replied, then flippantly asked; "Better or worse than the
last cock you tried?"

David looked up again and a little embarrassedly replied; "I've never tried
before. I'm only sixteen."



Johnnie didn't react immediately but even as an irresponsible nineteen year
old, he knew better than to let David continue. No matter how hot and
mature the boy was. And he was really very hot and looked very mature; he
was also at the age of consent which at least spared Johnnie fears of jail
time.

They were spared awkward discussion on the matter by a knock on the door
which gave Johnnie just enough time to tug the shirt back over his erection
and for David to stand before Mike came back in. If Mike noticed David's
closeness to Johnnie's side or the bulge in his tight jeans, even tighter
given the (nearly) seven inch cock that was pressing within them, or
Johnnie's own poorly obscured hard on, he did not comment.

"I got it sorted," Mike said triumphantly; "We'll move the venue across
campus. A lucked out with the round room," Mike announced.

Johnnie had only been in the round room once or twice. It was located in
the Alexander Thomson building where the majority of the University's
offices and administration were located; it also housed conferences and
registration events. The round room did exactly what it said on the tin (as
Ronseal would say) because it really was big and round. Its walls were two
stories tall with the upper circle surrounded by glass to provide a view of
the entire hall from the upper level. The round room was smack in the
centre of the Thomson building with the upper viewing level subject to a
traffic of people going to and from the library and study rooms.

Johnnie balked slightly at the thought of posing in the round room but Mike
swiftly moved on before he could think to object.

"Ah, fuck," Mike said as he noticed the shirt Johnnie was wearing; "I
forgot tae bring the robe back with me. A jus' had it cleaned an' all."

That was the limit of Mike's lament for he was keen to get going.

"Anyway. C'mon then. Let's head over, right?" Mike asked.

Johnnie was too stunned by being half-way sucked off by a boy three years
his junior to make any comment, sensible or otherwise. Luckily Mike's
dialogue had given Johnnie's erection time to subside. He slipped on the
trainers that David had dutifully brought over and made to follow Mike from
the art room. David smiled mischievously and reached across himself with
his right hand and with a flick of his fingers undid one of the remaining
buttons of Johnnie's shirt.



Johnnie looked at him with astonishment but could hardly say anything
without bringing more attention to himself. It left only the second and
third buttons from the bottom still fastened; Johnnie's chest was wildly
exposed and he was all too aware of the chance of his penis and testicles
giving a flash due to the lack of bottom button. Johnnie held the bottom of
the shirt at the front in an effort to keep everything covered but at the
back, Johnnie felt like his arse was on display; the hem of the shirt came
low enough to cover it but if he bent over... well, he'd just have to make
sure he did not bend over.

Mike was chatting away but Johnnie was finding it hard to follow, it wasn't
until Mike pushed the door to exit the Blackadder building that Johnnie
spoke up again.

"Eh, where... Why are we going outside?" Johnnie asked.

"How else will we get to the Thomson building?" Mike replied as if it were
obvious, and stepped out to be followed by Johnnie and young David.

It was dark out which ought to have offered some cover but for the
floodlights and lampposts set all around the courtyard through which the
three had to pass to get to the correct building. David walked along side
Johnnie and again swiftly popped a button on the shirt before Johnnie could
react - he was too busy trying to keep his privates covered. Only one
button held the shirt closed now, the one located around Johnnie's belly
button.

Johnnie had been too busy freaking out about being almost naked outside to
notice the light rain was still on and liable to chill him if he wasn't
back inside quickly. Droplet's fell on Johnnie's thick caramel brown hair,
which was probably due a trim; the rain speckled the exposed parts of his
chest and trickled down his naked legs. The shirt was starting to cling to
him by the time they got to the Thomson building and pushed their way in.

If anything, Johnnie felt even more exposed in the reception of the admin
building than he had outside. There was still a lot of people around
despite the evening hour and men took no time at all to notice Johnnie.

The shirt was not soaked through but where the rain had fallen and where it
now clung to his skin, it had become transparent. Johnnie's creamy skin
showed through the white fabric and his brown nipples had formed muted
spots on his chest. The wet hem stuck to Johnnie's bum, following its curve
and revealing the flawless bare skin beneath. Worst was up front where,
although Johnnie's hands were in the way, his dark pubes still stood out
against the wet white material.



Mike carried on regardless, but the boys and men who had spotted him had
caught on that something special was happening and made to follow. Johnnie
was too busy being ushered into the round room to hear or notice them being
turned away but behind the closed door they were directed to the upper
gallery.

The round room was already busy with more than a dozen artists chatting
away and easels awaiting Johnnie's arrival. Johnnie was led to the very
centre of the room where a platform had been erected with a couple of boxes
draped with white cloth on which Johnnie could sit or lean or pose against.

"Sorry to keep you's all waitin'," Mike called above the noise that had
died the moment they saw Johnnie in his nearly naked splendour. "Johnnie,
would you take off your trainers and shirt?"

Mike asked so casually and ignored the state Johnnie was in with such
expert nonchalance that Johnnie simply complied.

Johnnie slipped his feet out of the trainers and then stepped up onto the
platform; the cloth covering the floor of the platform was soft and dry and
almost warm against his bare feet.

Then Johnnie pulled the shirt up and off and was naked before everyone.



Johnnie was given a fluffy towel to dry the rain off and to warm his skin;
when he was finished, Johnnie handed the towel back to David. Johnnie could
not help but examine the handsome boy and think about his lips but then he
had to try and drag his mind out of the gutter or else he'd be even more
humiliated than he already had been.

Johnnie tried not to look to the upper gallery from where a great many men
were now watching and drooling over every inch of his exposed body.

He felt a little self conscious. He felt a lot self conscious.

Johnnie was acutely aware that he had lost a lot of weight while in
hospital; in the five, nearly six, weeks since leaving hospital Johnnie had
taken gentle exercise to regain muscle definition. Right now he was still a
little reedy and not in the condition he would have preferred to be when in
a room full of clothed men while he was totally naked. And there returned
the sensation of humiliation.

"Johnnie, this is my art class. Class, this is Johnnie Barring," Mike said.

Mike deliberately name checked Johnnie so fully to add to his embarrassment
and sure enough Johnnie did blush before the dozen-plus artists. Johnnie
noticed David stood beside two boys of around the same age and he guessed
one was also sixteen like David and the other looked a year older. Most of
the artists looked to be between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five but a
few were older; none appeared to be the sixty that Mike had teased earlier
but certainly one man was north of forty.

"I think we're still missin' some people so we'll wait a few more minutes,"
Mike said.

Johnnie could hardly believe he was being kept like this when they weren't
even ready; he felt exposed. Probably because he was exposed.



It was only a few minutes before the final artist arrived and Johnnie
should have known who it would be: Dean Carlisle. He didn't even try to
hide his amusement at the sight of Johnnie naked on the stage of the round
room but his amusement arose from a sense of deep arousal.

"Right, so let's let goin' then. Johnnie, would you like to face me? Ta,"
Mike had moved to the right hand side of the group that was facing Johnnie,
or the left hand side from Johnnie's perspective.

This just happened to make Johnnie face David and Dean who had taken up
position next to each other.

As Johnnie faced the men watching him, he could feel his skin grow hot -
whether because of the lights or the heavy breathing of his audience was
unclear.

But although Johnnie was a fine specimen, Johnnie saw predominantly serious
faces. The electricity in the room had been conducted by the state of
Johnnie's arrival and he was now regarded as simply the object of today's
class.

"Righto, Johnnie. Put your right foot forward. Bend your knees a
little. Right hand on your right knee to support yourself. Let your left
arm dangle. Look straight ahead... Great." Mike's instructions were
punctuated by enough time for Johnnie to make each adjustment.

David and Dean within Johnnie's direct eye line was a rather nice view
though. But it was hard to concentrate because each time either of the two
beautiful guys looked up at him, their eyes undressed him. So to speak.

Although Johnnie could not see what any of the artists before him were
drawing, he imagined he could hear each scrape of the pencil against the
paper. In the corner of his eye, a few of the men were positioned to render
Johnnie's lovely arse.

Johnnie's eyes were drawn to movement from David's left hand which casually
rubbed his crotch. A moment later, Johnnie felt a twitch in his own
dick. David's lips were pulled by a smile as the fingers on his left hand
slowly traced the outline of an expanding cock which was long and
thick. Johnnie's cock filled with blood and enlarged slowly, peeling back
to reveal the head of his erection which was still shiny from his previous
excitement.

Johnnie's cock was seven inch big and now displayed to everyone in the
room.



It was not just everyone in the room, the upper gallery from where a
growing crowd of people were gathering were also watching but Johnnie's
gaze was fixed to the boys and men directly in front of him.

David seemed delighted to see Johnnie's hard cock again, Dean seemed
shocked and everyone else's expression ranged from delight to
astonishment. Ordinarily if a life model got erect during a session, the
session would be terminated but that was a convention that was bound to be
ignored by Mike.

Johnnie's cock throbbed and, now that he was hard, Johnnie felt empowered
to continue. Consciously contracting the bulbospongiosus muscle caused
Johnnie's cock to bounce provocatively and several people sniggered under
the illusion that Johnnie's reaction was entirely involuntary. True,
Johnnie would not have stroked himself to erection up on the stage but he
had volunteered to be a model and he was well aware of being conventionally
attractive and desirable. Johnnie took further control - much to the
delight of the entire crowd both in the room and up above - by swingingg
his left arm forward and on the back swing took a hold of his hard cock and
stroked it.

With his eyes on David and Dean, for he could not stop imagining each of
them and sometimes in scenarios together. Johnnie repeatedly gripped and
stroked every few minutes to keep his penis erect. Johnnie was exhilarated
by the experience; patting his pubes with the palm of his hand before
rubbing his hand across the top of his dick and then kneading the head with
the palm of his hand and his fingers rubbing underneath.

Something caused Johnnie's eyes to finally shift from David and Dean which
was when he took in the sight of a very tall and cute man. His hair was
very short and blonde, his eyes cornflower blue; he was wearing a robe but
his body underneath was obviously toned and sculpted, his legs were long
and had a fine dusting of fair hair.

He was wearing a robe?

The voice was inquisitive and directed towards Johnnie but offered to
anyone who cared to answer; "And who the fuck is this?"



"Oh, Aaron I'm really sorry, mate I must have accidentally double booked on
models today." Mike delivered his lie convincingly but Johnnie caught a
look in Aaron's eye that told him neither of them had believed it.

A whole half hour must have passed by now so Johnnie relaxed his pose and
stood upright, thus his penis stuck straight out like a weapon.

"You'll put someone's eye out with that," said Aaron.

"You should keep well back then," Johnnie suggested innocently.

Aaron smiled provocatively; "Can't do that. Might as well make the most of
the two of us now I'm here."

With that Aaron pulled his robe open and dropped it to the floor.

He was shit hot!

Hollywood leading actor hot!

Makes most guys feel inadequate hot!

Aaron looked to be around twenty years old and was extremely comfortable
being naked as he stepped up onto the stage and took up a position beside
Johnnie, even daring to casually take a hold of Johnnie's penis and give it
a firm tug.



"Well, if you're both ok with modelling together maybe we could create
something really nice to watch," Mike suggested; the word "nice" slightly
underplaying the possibilities given the stock he had at his disposal.

Aaron crossed the stage and pulled one of the cloth-covered boxes forward;
he looked up and saw the viewers from the gallery above and grinned to show
off his perfect white teeth. With most of the artists at the front of the
stage, Aaron stood in profile to them so they were on his right hand side
and then parked his bottom on the edge of the box. Aaron bent his left leg
and put his left hand on the knee while straightening out his right leg and
putting his right hand on that knee. Then he shifted just slightly to his
right so his chest and crotch were a little more visible to the artists
– and of course to most of the expectant spectators.

"Why don't I sit here," suggested Aaron; "And..."

"Johnnie."

"And Johnnie can think of an appropriate position," Aaron finished, and
with this he lifted his left hand and curled it around the right side of
his penis, stroking his balls and kneading them until his cock began to
rise.

Aaron's eyes met Johnnie's as his hand gripped his dick and pulled on it
until it was completely hard. It was difficult to tell without measuring
but it was one of the biggest cock's Johnnie had ever seen; it was a fifth
under eight inches, curved just slightly to the left with blue veins just
under the surface of the skin. The head of Aaron's monster cock dribbled
lubricant and invited Johnnie to like it off.

With everyone watching and waiting to see what would happen next, Jonnie
went towards Aaron and dropped to his knees. Johnnie's knees were parted
quite wide to expose himself completely and he leaned forward to put his
left hand just above Aaron's erection, his thumb and index finger on either
side of Aaron's belly button. Johnnie's other hand took a firm grip of his
own cock and his final artistic decision was to lean forward and slip his
lips over Aaron's bell-end.



It was a difficult half hour for Johnnie to stroke his own cock enough to
maintain his erection but to avoid actually cumming. He also had to suck
the head of Aaron's cock without it slipping out of his mouth, without deep
throating the entire penis and without causing Aaron to cum either. Aaron
took some delight in the attention and it was in a way he never had
before. It was as if seeing Johnnie naked and wanking off was something he
had always dreamed of doing but never could because it was not generally
acceptable behaviour for a life model.

Aaron, unlike Johnnie, could still look around the room and his eyes were
particularly drawn to the upper gallery of spectators looking into the
round room. He could see occasional flashes and felt certain, for if he
were watching this it is what he would do, that camera's were recording
photos and film of the entire event.

Johnnie enjoyed occasionally pulling Aaron's attention away from the sights
around him by rapidly flicking his tongue across the underside of Aaron's
hard penis - testing the cluster of pleasurable nerve endings to their
limits.

Mike was moving between the artists and making occasional comments. It was
Aaron who caught the signal that it was almost time to wrap up the session
and he nodded his understanding.

"Hey, Johnnie. Finish me off now would you?" Aaron said.

Johnnie lifted his eyes to see Aaron's face, while keeping the head of his
cock in his mouth. Johnnie saw the lad was serious to sucked and swirled
his tongue around and eventfully descended his head to take as much of the
cock as he could. Johnnie trusted he was not ruining anyone's drawings by
changing position now for surely the cock's were as rendered as they could
possibly be after a half hour session. The shaft was wet with pre-cum and
saliva as Johnnie's head lifted and the time and teasing had taken its toll
because Johnnie was barely paying attention to the head of Aaron's cock
again when he came in Johnnie's mouth.

Aaron's spasm of climax must have been visible to everyone because there
was an audible gasp that Johnnie could hear even over the loud moan
emanating from Aaron's mouth. Copious cum poured from Johnnie's mouth as he
struggled to swallow it all; Johnnie took more of the cock in his mouth to
catch some of the cum he missed and then took it out of his mouth to lick
the entire organ clean. Johnnie's tongue licked up the length of the shaft
and a final squeeze of Aaron's penis oozed the remnants of cum from the cum
slit.



Johnnie still hadn't cum and his hopes of getting off were dashed by the
activity of the artists packing up. The crowds were dispersing and Johnnie
realised the university was literally going to be locked up for the night
within the next half hour.

"That was great," Aaron said and surprised Johnnie with a gentle and
tongue-free kiss on the lips; "Maybe see you around some time."

Johnnie doubted that but returned the sentiment. He was relieved that
neither David nor Dean had left yet. Johnnie still felt a pang of guilt for
looking at David but the sexy boy's eyes were filled with such admiration
for what he saw in Johnnie that it was hard to not feel desirable.

"Johnnie, that was... really... something," Dean said.

"Yea, it was something," Johnnie agreed.

Dean looked a little awkward given the number of people still nearby
watching and listening to Johnnie. He looked like he had something to say
or ask but bottled it with the approach of Mike.

"You were right, Dean, this guy was the perfect model," Mike said

Dean smiled but had nothing to add.

"Same time next week?" Mike asked Johnnie.

Johnnie actually laughed. He had enjoyed the session but it didn't feel
like one he should repeat too frequently. For one thing someone in
authority at the university was bound to hear about this eventually and
Johnnie did not want anyone to get into trouble.

"I think I'll skip next week," Johnnie replied diplomatically.

Mike laughed at that, "Aye, ok. Listen, David will take you back tae get
your stuff if that's alright."

It wasn't a question so Johnnie just nodded.

"Hey, maybe... maybe I'll see you around sometime?" Johnnie asked Dean and
the man's eyes betrayed how keen he was for this to come true.

"That would be nice," Dean replied.

"C'mon, we better get going," David said, retaking Johnnie's attention.

David started to walk towards the door leading out of the round room when
Johnnie called to him.

"Wait, here's the shirt I was wearing?" Johnnie asked; he had retrieved his
trainers and was slipping his bare feet into them but the only item of
clothing he had been wearing was still missing.

David turned and gave a cursory glance around then shrugged theatrically.

"Dunno," David replied; "Do you really need it?"

Johnnie grinned and shared his smile with Mike, Aaron, Dean and the few
others still in the room.

"I guess not," Johnnie replied.

With that David set off for the exit again. Still totally naked, Johnnie
followed behind the sixteen year old as they ventured into the night.



Johnnie walked bare arsed naked into the reception area; the round room had
been one thing, but here was a thoroughfare for the entire
university. Luckily the reception was not manned at this time at night but
the building would shortly be locked up by janitorial staff. Never the
less, even at eight o'clock at night there was still people about, many had
been spectators to Johnnie sucking off Aaron and had come down for a closer
look.

Every inch of Johnnie's skin felt the eyes of the men watching him,
checking out his cock and balls and his tight arse. David spared Jonnie
prolonged exposure to being perved on by leading him promptly through
reception and out the main door. The night was cold and Johnnie's skin
turned to goose flesh as he traversed the thankfully short distance back to
the Blackadder building. Again Johnnie was confronted by stunned gazes and
looks ranging from delight to ridicule, especially as his privates cooled
and retraced. Out of pride he gave his penis a tug or two to keep it a
respectable sight.

David opened the side door and let Johnnie back inside and then back to the
room where it had all began. David had gone to his bag to searching for the
key to unlock the storeroom where Johnnie's stuff was being kept safe
before he finally turned to look at Johnnie again. When David finally
noticed how cold Johnnie was, he seemed to feel bad about it.

"Come here," David said and wrapped his arms around Johnnie.

The embrace was warm and very kind, with David rubbing sensation back into
Johnnie's skin. The room was surprisingly warm and within minutes Johnnie
felt quite toasty. In fact, David's embrace was quickly becoming sensual
rather than essential. Johnnie felt available blood flowing to his penis
and when it started to rise, Johnnie felt it press into David's hard and
muscular thigh.

"Can I touch it again?" David asked.

Johnnie found himself nodding before really thinking about the
consequences. The boy wrapped a hand around Johnnie's cock and squeezed; he
did not wank it, tug it, jerk it or stroke it – he just held it in a
firm grip. The weight of it in his hand, the blood pulsing through it until
it throbbed.

Johnnie checked David out again, studying his big frame; he looked like the
kind of twenty year old American who would be hired to play a teenage high
school jock on T.V. Which didn't make what Johnnie was about to do any more
acceptable.

Johnnie reached forward with both hands and pulled down the zip of David's
jeans.



David had no belt on so the button fastening the waist was easily popped
and the jeans sprang open. David was taken aback and stood stupidly
impotent to act, though still holding Johnnie's hard penis, while Johnnie
pulled the jeans down to the top of David's thighs. The boy was obviously
hard inside and had a nice sized dick. Johnnie pulled the underwear down to
the same place as the jeans and took in the sight of the young lad's cock
which was around six and a half inch's big, the balls below it filled and
ready to shoot. There was passion and indiscretion between them and when
they pressed together their penis's clashed and slid against one another.

"Will you fuck me? I've never done it before," David said.

Whatever Johnnie had planned to do next, that probably was not it. David's
request brought back some of Johnnie's common sense.

"I probably shouldn't. Don't you want your first time to be with someone
special?" Johnnie asked.

"You are special," David replied obtusely but added; "If I fall for
someone, fall in love say, I don't want it to be my first time. I want to
be good, I figure a bit of practice wouldn't hurt."

Johnnie laughed softly. He saw himself in David: sex was sex, it wasn't
always about love. Johnnie used to enjoy sex that wasn't love but then he
fell for his best friend... and look how that turned out. Johnnie ended up
horney and alone and he hadn't even cum for two months now.

It occurred to Johnnie just then that for the first time in a long time
Calvin was not the first person on Johnnie's mind.

"You're... sixteen," Johnnie said miserably.

Miserable because honestly, if Johnnie hadn't been told he would have
assumed David was at least nineteen like himself.

"What if I lied?" David said carefully; "What if I just said that to fuck
with you?"

Johnnie's eyes brightened; "Did you like?"

"Bend me over," was his only reply.



David turned his back to Johnnie and rooted around inside his bag for a
condom and lube – always be prepared! Johnnie could see a very nice
arse, but the jeans were sitting just underneath the bum so not the optimal
view and David's thighs were still totally covered.

David turned back to Johnnie, crossed his arms over and took hold of the
hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up and off. The body underneath was
lovely; he clearly did enough exercise to bring definition abs and pecs
without overdoing it. David pushed his jeans and underwear all the way to
his ankles and then stuck his tongue down Johnnie's throat and put the
condom in Johnnie's hand.

David squirted some of the lube onto his hand and then smeared it on his
chest to make his torso glow and his fingers slide across his nipples, he
turned his back on Johnnie and poured more lube on his hand which he rubbed
over his arse and then stroked around his virgin arse hole.

Johnnie opened the condom and eased it on and once on, David reached a long
arm back; gripping Johnnie by his cock David pulled him closer and smeared
residual lubricant onto Johnnie's condom.

Any unease and reluctance that Johnnie had was well and truly dispersed as
he pressed his cock against David's anal sphincter.

Even from behind David was a dream; his long, smooth back of flawless milky
coffee coloured skin was beautiful. Johnnie just wanted to stroke and
caress David's back or reach around and grope his pecs but until he had
penetrated Johnnie needed his hands to guide his cock into position. David
tensed as Johnnie started to push in so he stopped and smeared his hard
dick up and down the crack and across the sphincter until it relaxed
again. Only then did Johnnie put the tip of his penis to the hole again and
press gently but consistently.

Slowly but luxuriously, Johnnie's cock slid in to the tight hole. David's
arse did not take it easily and Johnnie was forced to concede that David
was defiantly a virgin. In fact the tightness was such that Johnnie
believed the boy had probably never even fingered himself.

"Are you ok?" Johnnie asked.

David half moaned and half whimpered.

"If it's sore I can stop. It's a big thing going in here," Johnnie said
without vanity.

"Keep going, it's good. It's all good."



David was gripping the table he was bent over very hard but Johnnie
remembered his first time too, thinking he knew what to expect and
discovering he new fuck all. Johnnie pushed his cock in but not hard –
he treated David like a lover with whom he was having sex or making lover
rather than a casual partner with which one might fuck.

When his cock was half in Johnnie eased out and then pushed in again; the
short thrusts grew in speed as the lubricant did its job to make the
movements silky and slick. With his cock sliding in and out, the rhythm
became easier for both of them and Johnnie could feel David relax as the
initial pain and discomfort subsided and was replaced with an
indescribable...

David started to push back against Johnnie's dick so the thrusts became
deeper stabs that penetrated as deep inside him as possible.

Johnnie wanted to go on for longer and had to slow down to forestall an
immediate discharge. Johnnie's hands slid up David's smooth back and
massaged his shoulders; David threw his head back and he turned to invite a
kiss. The kiss was short lived as David's neck was painfully crooked to
achieve it in the first place. David let Johnnie caress the hard muscles of
his abdomen and giggled when his nipples were pinched.

Johnnie was so close now that he could not hold on and two months of pent
up cum exploded into the condom with such force, quantity and warmth that
David could feel it filling up.

"Did that condom burst?" David asked excitedly, feeling the warm slush
inside him.

Johnnie wondered too if the force of the orgasm had blown the condom open,
but when he pulled out, it was intact. Messy inside but intact.

David surprised Johnnie by easing himself to his knees, moving stiffly as
his arse had just been invaded, and took Johnnie's cock in his mouth,
sucking an licking the left over cum. Johnnie could feel his balls start to
hurt from the continued stimulation after cumming and had to stop David
from milking the experience any farther.



However, one thing remained. David still hadn't cum.

Johnnie helped David to stand and then to sit on the desk. David could feel
stuff oozing out of his bum and onto the desk but figured it as
normal. Johnnie sank his mouth over David's hard on and started giving the
boy a blow job.

"I... I've never had this done before either," David admitted.

Which made Johnnie wonder if David really was sixteen or just hadn't had
any sexual advances yet.

Johnnie's right hand massaged David's balls while his left hand played with
the pubes above David's dick, then slid up to the abs and up to the pecs
again. While Johnnie sucked and licked, his hand continued to stroke
David's hot body so it was hardly a surprise that the boy came after a
matter of minutes, filling up Johnnie's mouth until cum was spilling out.

Johnnie swallowed hat he could and gripped David's cock to expel any lazy
cum lurking with the stiff organ. Cum was all over Johnnie's hand and
dribbling into David's pubes when he stopped stroking and wiped his hand on
David's chest.

David laughed at the gesture but did not seem to mind.

"That was... amazing," David said.

"You might be a bit sore for a day or two," Johnnie warned him.

"That's ok," David said dismissively; "Because it was amazing."

While David got dressed, he handed the key to Johnnie so he too could put
his clothes back on at last. Then, when Johnnie re-emerged he had a
question.

"So, how old are you?"

"Hmm?" David replied with an innocent look on his face, translation: what
do you mean?

Johnnie smiled but persisted; "Are you really only sixteen?"

"No," David replied; "I'm fifteen."

Johnnie punched David playfully – that one defiantly was a joke.

"Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen maybe," David offered as alternatives.

"I hate you," Johnnie jested when he realised David wasn't going to answer.



When David left the art room, Johnnie sat down heavily in a chair and
breathed a deep sigh.

It had been a strange evening.

Then Jonnie laughed to himself; or rather at himself.

There was equal parts of himself that told him he should not have posed
naked and defiantly should not have had sex with David; the other part was
deeply sated and relaxed. Feeling quieted, Johnnie rose from the chair and,
like Elvis, left the building.

From within a shadow just outside the Blackadder building, Johnnie heard a
slow sarcastic clap.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Then Daniel emerged from that shadow and Calvin just behind him.

"Bravo, Johnnie. Bravo," said Daniel, slightly mocking but not unkindly.

"I... I don't know what you mean," Johnnie replied innocently.

"We wanted to support your career endeavours," Calvin elaborated.

Johnnie silently seethed at the conspiratorial manner of Calvin and
Daniel's new-found union. What was stranger was that his jealousy over
their starting to date had dissipated - so much so that he hardly felt it
anymore. He wanted what they had without needing that person to be
Calvin. Life had taught Johnnie that if you can't have what you want, then
you ought to try and want what you can have.

"That's sweet, did you see it all?" Johnnie asked; he was hoping they
hadn't seen his sex with David at the very least.

"A hundred people were watching the round room," Daniel offered as a reply.

Johnnie didn't want to comment further.

"You were in there getting dressed for quite a while," Calvin said
mischievously.

"Shut up," Johnnie replied.



An hour later and Johnnie, Calvin and Daniel were in pub and starting to
feel mellow. Johnnie was taking it very easy on the booze but still allowed
himself a drink or two as an indulgence. They were shortly joined by Tom,
Victor and E.J.; the latter of whom seemed mildly less depressed than he
had been in previous weeks.

"...So anyway, Connor said he has a life outside of dating me. Can you
believe that?" Tom asked incredulously but facetiously.

"So to make a long story less long he's hanging out with his friends
instead of you?" Johnnie asked, Tom nodded; "Disgusting," Johnnie added.

"Cheers for the solidarity, Johnnie," replied Tom.

It was an easy night of good humour and banter, with a highlighted
iteration of Johnnie's turn as a life model.

"Well, I don't get why you get off on being exhibited and humiliated like
that," Daniel eventually admitted.

Calvin gave Daniel a look before telling him; "I'll try to explain
sometime."

"As long as it's not a practical demonstration," Daniel replied and they
gave each other the comfortable kiss of a new couple.

Johnnie rose from the table to buy the next round and E.J. stood to follow
him.

"I'll help you carry," E.J. said, joining Johnnie and accompanying him to
the bar where another half dozen drinks were waiting to be seen by the bar
staff.

E.J. looked like he was about to say something but Johnnie got there first.

"So... you talked to Martin lately?" Johnnie ventured carefully.

"Oh, eh... Not since Valentine's day," he admitted.

Johnnie was as surprised that E.J. had answered as he was to hear that any
talking had taken place. E.J. had kept it quiet and Johnnie wondered if it
was alcohol or their growing camaraderie, facilitated by Johnnie's living
in E.J.'s house, was responsible for loosening E.J.'s tongue.



"What did he say?" Johnnie asked, full of concern.

"Nothing that makes being broken up any easier," E.J. replied sadly.

Johnnie clapped E.J.'s shoulder in sympathy.

To change the subject, E.J. asked a question of his own; "So, life
modelling?"

Johnnie had the good grace to blush. But only a little.

"I like to think of myself as a role model," Johnnie jested.

"Oh yes, it would be lovely if more guys followed your example,"
E.J. admitted salaciously.

They were next in line to be served but the girls in front of them seemed
to be ordering for twenty people.

"Do you plan to do more modelling?" E.J asked.

"I don't think taking my clothes off is the right way to make money. I
could try selling my body?" Johnnie joked.

"Yea, to medical research maybe," quipped E.J.

Johnnie playfully thumped E.J.'s shoulder this time.

"Joking," E.J. responded and then fixed his face with a more serious
expression. "I was actually thinking... One of the lads who works for us
was hurt in an accident a few weeks ago and he's going to be off for quite
a while. Do you want to work for me at the Symposium?"

Johnnie was taken aback; he didn't think getting a job would be that easy.

"Eh, yea, sure," Johnnie replied; "Doing what?"

"Athletic assistant. It's a bit of a dogsbody job but you do get free use
of the club and you can check out as many hot and sweaty guys as you like,"
E.J. really sold it.

"Cool," Johnnie replied. "Sounds great."

Their drinks were finally on their way but the final moments gave E.J. one
last chance to ask another question.

"Be honest Johnnie, did you come up here to escape the kissing couple?"
enquired E.J.

At first Johnnie wasn't sure what E.J. meant but then realised it might
have appeared he had stood quite abruptly when Cal and Daniel started
kissing. It hadn't occurred to him that people would be watching him and
wondering if he was still brooding over Calvin or nurturing jealousy over
him.

"Oh, gosh no. I'm happy for the pair of them... just look at them," Johnnie
replied honestly, though his smile was a little melancholy.

E.J. turned to see Calvin and Daniel cosily huddled together. E.J. just
nodded - Johnnie might be over his feelings for lost love, but E.J. was
not.







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