Date: Thu, 15 Sep 2005 17:30:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: whoring student life 8

			  My whoring student life
				  part 8
			       by Aihu Fist

Modeling for art classes

I woke up with a hangover; not that I had taken wine or beer, but my arse
was like somebody had bitten in it. Luc's half-brother whom I kept calling
Uncle was snoring next to me. I tried to get out as silently as I could. I
had to escape here and now. The light was till on and outside morning had
broken. People flocking to their jobs and I had to go to school. I couldn't
tell anything to my mother, she would get a heart stroke if she found out
about what happened last night. Of course that was not the biggest problem.
My problem was my dad. He would kill me surely. But how I had gotten here,
I couldn't remember, without my clothes. Oh, yes of course I remember
it. My fake jeans had been torn to pieces and we had taken a taxi, me all
wrapped up in a table cloth. It was a miracle that the cab driver hadn't
warned the cops. He must have been an acquaintance of uncle's.

He surely had boozed a lot with the good wine that was available at the
banquet.

I had no other choice then to get his trousers on, borrow his underwear and
be gone.

He wasn't much taller than me; everything except for the trousers fitted
me. I rolled up the sleeves of the trousers and sneaked down the
staircase. Everything went perfect. The door didn't slam...I was safe back
in the streets. With my last pocket money I managed to ride a tram which
dropped me of a few meters from school.

Today was Wednesday, only half a day of school. We had three hours of art
class and one hour of music study. The latter I planned to skip. It came
out right except for the fact that I had no material with me, no pencils or
even a sketchbook.

I walked around on the playground. My class fellows- I can't call them
mates, because I had no mates at all- were standing waiting for the door of
the class room.

-Jesus, one said, to the others, I can't stand this classes any longer. The
guy smells garlic out of his trap, especially when he hangs over my
shoulder to correct my scetching.

-Yeah, another one joined in, he has a weird behaviour. He grabs my by my
shoulder too and to often, sometimes it seems he wants to kis me as his
mouth so close to my cheek.

-Maybe he is a faggot?

-You think so?

-I bet he is.

-But he is married, he has got two sons.

-So what, does that mean you can't bugger a nice asshole?

That was the last comment that made them buck with laughter.

I stood there outside of their ring. I meant nothing to them, I was
invisible; or maybe not.

-Hey look who we have here.

All faces turned to me, still jerking and shuddering with uncontrollable
giggles.

-Where have you been, at your granny's? Look at his pants; way too big
...did you buy at the second hand store?

More sniggering came up. The bell went and saved me from further
humiliation.

The door got pushed open and we scavenged for our seats. The teacher walked
in with his briefcase under his arm. He wore a lousy looking anorak and his
glasses made him look ten years older than he probably was.

-Ahum, he said, scraping his voice. Today we have no model. I am sorry, but
our last model that was seventy three passed away last night. Maybe we can
close our eyes and think about him for one minute of silence.We all did
that.

-At last we got rid of the old fart, someone whispered next to me.

-I heard that Alex, the teacher said harshly.

-It wasn't me, sir, honestly. It was him, and I pointed out the boy next to
me.

He of course denied all of it and gave me thump in my stomach with his
elbow.

-Cut it out, the teacher shouted angrily. Have you no respect for the dead
ones.

An awful silence followed.

-Now, how will we solve this problem of modelling? He asked. You know it is
a very difficult job as you may have understood yourselves when you
observed him. Those poses he made were so professional and he could outdo
any other model for he was a pro. We need to get on with the classes. Maybe
someone of you can replace him today.

What about you Eric?

-No sir, thank you.

Eric was pretty or should I say handsome, he had the perfect body and still
very boyish.

-Then who will?

-Him, Patrick said and pointed at me.

I blushed and didn't know what to say. I wanted to get up and leave class
immediately.

-What do you say Alex? The teacher asked.

Everyone turned at me, waiting for the answer which didn't come. All of a
sudden they had found their victim as everyone shouted:

-Alex. Alex, Alex!

It felt as if I was back at the mosk. Only the words were different. Who
was thinking a poil, when they shouted my name?

-No sir, I cannot, I am to shy for that.

-What about you Steve, the teacher tried again while keeping his eyes
searching for other volunteers.

But no one wanted.

-I don't feel to well, sir, Steve replied.

-OK everyone sit s down and get your paper on the table. Something will
come up in a minute. Maybe I can get someone from another class.

And this is where I goy caught, as I had no material with me.

-Alex, what are you waiting for? Where is your work?

-I lost it on the train, sir.

-I can't believe this. You have nothing with you, you are sitting there and
you know you cannot do anything and on top of it you refuse to model. Why,
I am sorry Alex, but it seems it is your fate in this hour that you have no
choice other than to model for us. You can make yourself useful.

This seemed to be what he had wished for. I let my head hang for a minute
thinking of coming up with another excuse to escape this ultimate public
humiliation. Every single student in this class room would talk about it. I
saw the worst examples of human behaviour right in front of me. Behind the
teachers back they made obscene gestures. One put his finger in his mouth
and sucked it real hard another one did a hand jive movement, yet another
one grabbed his mate next him and pretended kissing him on the lips.

-You guys prepare your tables while I get Alex ready for the job. C'mon
Alex, follow me.

 I meekly walked behind him into a room adjacent to our class room.

-Look Alex, he said, I am sure you can do it. I know it is difficult to get
nearly naked in front of your schoolmates, but as a art student I request
you to get a more responsible attitude. So strip down here and put on this
string. It's the one the old man has used for years, I have no other one, I
am sorry.

As he pushed the piece of cloth in my hands he rubbed with one hand over my
head and said:

-You are just perfect for the job, you will see.

That's how he left me. In about ten minutes I walked into the class room,
in my naked glory. The `oohs' and the `aahs' and whistle sounds nearly made
me run away. I looked at the floor, crouched on a blanket which had been
laid out by the teacher as he usually did for the other model.

-That's enough, guys; concentrate on him as professionals and not as a
bunch of babies.

You should be proud of him as none of you have the guts to do what he
does. On the double now, get sketching. Not one more word of you.

I sat there vulnerably, my thoughts drifting on last night, then to Lucīs
and back to the classroom.

-He's got suction marks on his skin, I heard one whisper.

Look, his back is full of it and his chest and legs too.

-Jeezes, I panicked inside, I had not noticed anything of it. Those Arabs
had really sucked my skin all over.

-He has a girlfriend, he heard.

-Or a boyfriend, what do you know, one replied softly.

-I said no more word, the teacher yelled.

But he himself had not missed their comments and gazed more intently at my
body too.

The most embarrassing part had yet to come as when I thought of Luc, my
cock started swelling in no time. It nearly popped out of the G-string. I
wanted to move into another position to hide my growing rod.

-Please Alex, the teacher said, don't move, They have still five minutes
then we have a break.

Was it because he had seen what was happening or what. Steve had his eye on
my cock too and he said nothing at all, just looked and looked. There was
no judgement or disgust in his look about it.  My cock stood like a must
and no way to hide.

Then the bell rang.

OK. fifteen minutes break.

They all ran outside for the Coke machine.

-Have you seen his boner, I heard them say.

-Yes, I did, some answered. Fuck it's big. It's gross.

-Shoo, the teacher shouldn't hear us.

The teacher joined me in the room.

 -You want to warm yourself a bit, Alex? The teacher asked. Take this
blanket.

He was nice, really a nice person who seemed genuinely interested in
me. But where had I seen that before? The fifteen minutes were over and
before long I sat down again and stood in the most imaginable Greek
postures. The smirking and commenting continued but I tried to ignore
them. My hard cock stood proudly hidden behind my hands as I could somehow
choose how I wanted to pose.

 Finally the bell rang again. Three hours had passed and I could get
dressed. No one waited me up. As I stood alone in the dressing room, the
teacher walked in.

-Alex, you did a fine job, I want you to do it again next time.

-But...

-No buts, I have no choice. I've rung the principle and he agrees to pay
the same salary as the previous model, but we have to combine with someone
else as you have to continue sketching as well.

-OK. then, I said.

I was still standing naked with my string on and the blanket draped around
my shoulders. I felt like Christ in front of Pilate, waiting for my thorn
crown.

-Are you OK. Sweetie?

-Sweetie? No one else had called me sweetie and certainly not a teacher.

-Y...yes, sir, I said and I looked him straight in the eyes.

My glance was met with radiating smile. He pushed his hands through my
hair and said:

-You are so cute, do you know that?

-No sir, I don't think so.

Without a word he took away the blanket of my shoulders.

-I will give you a hand. You seem so lost and innocent, my dear Alex.

I said nothing. He knelt in front of me and placed his mouth on the pouch
right before him. He gently kissed the string making harder what was
already hard and stirring. Then got his hands on my hips and peeled the
string down over my thighs.

-I saw how hard you got, Alex. I am not blind. Let me give you some
pleasure.

Having said that my whopping cock disappeared into his big mouth. He lapped
his garlic tongue around the helmet of my cock and pulled real hard.

God he knew how to suck. His hands moved my butt closer to him and started
pushing them with strength into his throat. My body shivered with every
finger he put on my white skin. The he widened my legs, let go of my cock
and spat a huge lump of phlegm in his palm and lubricated my split cheeks
with it. Real gently he moved in his thumb and then a finger.

-Have you ever been fisted, Alex?

-Fisted? How?

-I mean a fist up your arse, you like it?

-Noooh I don't like it.

-Ok, don't get so upset. Let's do the average job then. Lie down on the
blanket with your butt up. I mean get on al fours and I will have a go like
that, Ok?

-Are you married, sir?

-Yes, why?

-What about your boys? Do they know?

-Oh yes, I fuck them since they were small, as a matter of fact they can
handle my fist up their young arses.

-Really?

-Yes, but don't spoil it now by talking too much, the students or teachers
might hear us. OK. good spread those legs some more, so I can crack that
fine butt hole of yours. It is so pink, it turns me on.

Nothing was said no more. He got his boner in and prodded real hard. He
squeezed my nipples and sighed as if he would die.

-Yeah, dear Alex, let me spank you a bit.

Having said this he pulled out and started slapping my butt cheeks real
hard.

-It seems you have had many lovers, don't you? By the look of the kiss
marks you are not that much of a virgin and I can feel that too.

He was not only analyzing my life history but taking advantage of it
too. He quickly inserted his thumb, finger, another, and a third and a
fourth was ready to move in. I squeezed them with my sphincter real hard in
a reflex of fear.

-Don't do this. I am nearly there...I... Hold it here. I am in, I am going
in; relax open up more, please.

I pushed like I was delivering a baby. I felt how his fist was reaching my
entrails.

-I am in... I made it, yes. I love you.

He kissed me on my back, grabbed my cock and started wanking me real
hard. I never had a dildo up there, but this was an extraordinary feeling
of all senses.

He moved out his fist and went in again with heavy penis thrusts still
pulling my boner until I screamed it out: I am coooooming...haaagh!!!

He quickly rolled under my belly and licked it all up.

...The bell went. He hadn't come.

-Quick my dear, don't worry about me, but they shouldn't catch us like
this.

In no time I was dressed and left the room bumping into another class of
student artists. They were younger than me at least two years; I wouldn't
have minded posing for them or them for me.

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