Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2000 21:49:58 -0800 (PST)
From: D D <acne_23@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Player 4- revised version

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Special thanks to Ryan Carlyle and Terry. They are my true supporters since
the beginning. I hope you guys like this chapter. It is for you.

Now, back to "The Player"...

					Chapter 4: The Model

                                 1
	Jack Kirkpatrick was awakened from a dreamless sleep at 8 A.M. The
phone rang five times before the football player reached over and picked
up, still half-asleep.
	"Yeah?"
	"Jack?" A sweet voice came through the phone.
	"Mmm. Who's this?" Jack mumbled.
	"Jack, this is Dan."
	Jack went to awakening state in a flat second. "What's up Dan?"
	"Not much. I wonder...um...I had fun last night, and...um...I
wonder...if you want to do something today...just us...together." Dan said
in a cracked voice.
	Jack almost jumped out of his bed in excitement. "He asked me out,
the cute soccer player asked me out."
	"Ok, Dan. What do you have in mind?" The football player was
playing it cool.
	"I don't know. We can go...play some tennis or basketball
or...something, if you want."
	"Tennis? Umm...I'm game." Jack said in disbelief. He could play
tennis with his angel.
	"Yeah. How about I come to your place, then, we'll decide which
court to go to, okay?"
	"Okay. Dan?"
	"Yeah?" The other guy asked in expectation.
	"How do you know my number?" Jack asked without thinking.
	"You're listed, aren't you?"
	"Oh? Yeah." The football player sank into his bed. "I'm a dummy
sometime."


					     2
	When Dan stood in front of the football player's door, he looked at
himself one last time and smiled. He was wearing his favorite T-shirt. "It
brought me luck." He thought to himself, then laughing at his odd behavior.
	Jack opened the door, invited the soccer player in, and excused
himself to go back to his bedroom.
  	Dan walked into Jack's apartment and looked around. He came here
last night with Bill, but because he was too busy staring at the football
player, he didn't have a good look at this beautiful place. His eyes were
opened widely in surprise and amusement.
	The decoration of the living room was simple, yet lively and
elegant. The room had an artistic touch, not overly done, but very
articulate. The furniture in the center of the room had a unique
appearance, although they were harmonious to the decoration of the
room. The crystal bowls and vases on the coffee and end tables were
strikingly beautiful; they had the same oceanic color, but in different
size and shape.
	Dan couldn't take his eyes off a picture of an elderly couple. The
portrait was drawn entirely on pencil. The drawing was simple, yet
handsomely made. The couple on the picture was about fifty years of
ages. They were beautiful.
	"Whoever drawn that portrait was a talented man. Who are they
anyway? They look familiar." Dan thought to himself.
	"That's my parents, Dan." Jack was talking to him from behind.
	"Yeah? The drawing was so beautiful. Who did it?" Dan asked in
curiosity.
	Jack blushed. "Thanks. I drew it last year."
	"Wow, you got talent dude. I want to see some more." Dan said
enthusiastically.
	"Ok, but later." Jack said, still blushing in embarrassment. He
then changed the subject. "Sorry man, it took me a long time to get
ready. My mom just called a couple minutes ago. You're waiting long?"
	"Not so long...I was looking at your place. It's beautiful, man. I
love the decoration." Dan said earnestly.
	"Umm...thanks. I decorated all the rooms myself."
	"All the rooms? How many rooms you have here?" asked Dan.
	"This one and 2 bedrooms." Jack said, getting ready to leave.
	"You live here alone with 2 bedrooms? Why?" The soccer player
couldn't keep his curiosity down.
	"Well, I've never had any roommate, I mean, I don't get along well
with people." Jack looked down at his feet.
	"You're just so shy, that's all. We'll get along fine. In fact, I
want to know more about you..." Dan stopped in mid-sentence, what was he
doing, coming on to a guy?
	"Umm...yeah."
	"Ok, let's go. I want to see the all the rooms, but we gotta go if
we don't want the sun come down to us." Dan said and got up to his feet.
	The football player walked to the door and opened it with his big
hands. Dan stood behind him, looking right at his buttock. In his tennis
shorts, Jack's behind looked firm and handful; it was deliciously
proportional.
	The soccer player forced himself to look elsewhere.


	            			  3
	On Thursday morning, Jack sat in his Portrait class, and thinking
about the past week. Only five days have passed since his tennis game with
Dan last Saturday, but Jack and Dan became good friends. They had lunches
together in the school cafeteria everyday. They talked to each other on the
phone every night. Jack came to Dan's dorm room a couple times in the
mornings just to walk to classes with him. They did everything together in
the last five days.
	Those were the five glorious and beautiful days.
	The football player was having the best time of his life. He's
never had any best friend before; Dan was the first person who wanted to be
friends with him for the real him. The soccer player was smart, funny, but
not pretentious. Plus, he was strikingly handsome. That made Jack
sad. Looking at the cute soccer player everyday, Jack wanted to be honest
with Dan about his attraction toward him, but he was certainly that the
Asian angel was straight. He couldn't confess his feeling for him.
	Ms. Jackson, Jack's Portrait class instructor, has given out the
assignment for next time. She wanted her students to draw a portrait of
their beloved friend or family member. The drawing must have artistic
meaning; it had to be creative and original. Jack thought about the person
whom he could use as a model for his artistic work. Then, the idea came to
him, like a light sweeping across a dark tunnel. It was Dan he wanted to
draw. Dan-his love interest. Dan- the object of his obsession.


                                   4
	Jack walked into the school cafeteria, looking for the soccer
player. Scanning all the faces around him, Jack spotted his angel. Dan was
sitting in a corner; he was talking to somebody.
	It was Jenny.
	Dan was talking to his girlfriend.
	Jack tended to walk out of the cafeteria, but a hand was holding
his shoulder from behind.
	"Jack, come over there and sit with us." Bill said earnestly.
	"Hi Bill." Jack said. "Sit with whom?"
	"With Dan, Jenny and me. We're expecting you." Bill was still in
his usual high.
	"Okay."
	And they came to the couple's table.
	The four college students sat together, eating and chatting in
enthusiasm. They forgot all their troubles during the day. They came here
and found their true friendships among thousands of other students. The
lunch table became the round table for discussion of current events and
social issues. Each had their own idea, but they respected other people's
opinions.
	Time passed by quickly; everybody had his or her classes to go
to. Bill was the first person to leave. Jack was late for his next class,
but he was waiting for Jenny to leave before he could ask Dan a favor. He
couldn't ask Dan that question in front of Jenny. He knew it was wrong, but
he couldn't do it with Jenny standing there, looking adorable as ever.
	"Bye Danny. Bye Jack." Jenny said and left.
	Dan patted the football player's shoulder: "I got to go to class
man. See you later." And he walked out of the cafeteria.
	Jack ran after the soccer player.
	"Dan! Wait. Are you doing anything tonight?" He asked under his
breath.
	"No. Why?" Dan stopped and looked at him in expectation.
	"I...I have an assignment from my Portrait class. I...I need a
model..." Jack couldn't continue his sentence. He was blushing profusely
now.
	"A model?" Dan was confused.
	"Yes. I need someone to sit for me. Can you do me a favor? Come sit
for me this afternoon?"
	"Me? A model?" Dan was surprised. "I dunno, Jack. I've never been a
model before."
	"Please? I don't know anybody..." Jack pleaded; he was looking down
to his feet, still embarrassing.
	"He chose me to sit for him. Is he attracted to me?" Dan's face
went red to the thought of Jack liking him. "No, Jack's not gay. He just
wanted me to be his model for his class assignment."
	"Jack?" Dan said in a half-whispered voice.
	"Yeah?" Jack looked at him in expectation.
	"Okay. I'll do it." Dan smiled.
	"Oh my God, his smile is so cute. His dimples..." Jack thought and
blushed some more.
	"Why is he blushing again? What did I say that made him
uncomfortable?" Dan talked to himself. He turned to Jack: "What time do you
want me to be there?"
	"4 or 5 P.M. is alright." Jack said.
	"Okay, see you at 4 P.M. this afternoon." Dan said and tended to
walk again. A hand was holding him back.
	"Dan, I forgot one thing..." Jack mumbled.
	"Huh?"
	"Umm...could you...could you wear your soccer uniform? I thought it
was great to draw you in the gear." Jack said in a low voice.
	"Yeah?" Dan said. What the hell did he mean by 'yeah'?
	"Yeah. Ok, see you this afternoon." Jack said and walked out of the
cafeteria as fast as he could. He couldn't look at Dan's eyes; he was
ashamed of himself.
	"I'm a horny bastard. Drawing Dan in his soccer uniform was my
fantasy, why did I do this to Dan? He's straight."


                                   5
	Jack left the classroom at 3 P.M. He didn't concentrate much in
classes. His thought went from the cute face of the soccer player to the
event that would suppose to happen this afternoon. He couldn't wait. His
heart was beaten faster and stronger. His mouth went dry in
anticipation. He was sweating profusely.
	The football player walked back and forth in his living room,
looking at the clock every five minutes. Time passed slowly. Only thirty
more minutes and the object of his affection would be here. His angel would
be here, in his uniform, with all the glory. Then, what would happen?


	At 3:50 P.M., Dan was ready to leave the dorm. He looked at himself
one last time in the mirror. His soccer uniform was washed and dried an
hour ago. It was fresh, clean and smelt great.
	"Jack said I look good in this uniform. Wait, was it what he said?
Am I imagining things? Nah, he didn't say that. He said he wanted to draw
me in my uniform 'cause it would look great for his assignment. I AM
imagining things." Dan beat himself up mentally.
	"Why am I so nervous? Jack wanted me to be his model for his class
assignment, and I will be his model. That's it. Don't think about anything
else...jerk." Dan was harsh on himself again. Since discovering his
sexuality, Dan's constantly beaten himself up mentally. He was not ready to
come out to anybody. He was so scared.


       Dan walked into Jack's apartment and sat down. He was still amazed
when looking at the decoration of the living room.
	"Jack, you've promised me I could see the rest of your place. Can
we do it now?"
	Jack looked at him, confused. "Did I promise you that?"
	"Nah. I made it up 'cause I wanted to see the other rooms." Dan
laughed nervously.
	"Ok. I'll show you the kitchen and the guest's room...but my
bedroom...I can't." Jack said.
	"You can't? Why?" Dan was curious.
	"Well, I'm...I'm not comfortable with the idea of someone seeing my
bedroom, you know?" Jack lied. He couldn't show the soccer player his
bedroom because he got some secret in there.
	"Okay. Your bedroom is your sanctuary, I can't make you do what you
don't want to do..." Dan said, then whispering to himself, "I will see it
sooner or later." He then realized what he just said, and blushed. "What am
I talking about? How can I do it if he doesn't let me? Dan, keep your head
clear." Again, he was talking to himself like a crazy dude.
	While walking with Jack around his apartment, Dan went from one
surprise to the next. He couldn't believe a big guy like Jack could
decorate the place so artistic. The whole apartment was a work of art; it
was not fancy looking, yet sophisticated and tasteful. The art works Jack
drawn were hanging on the walls everywhere. They were in different styles,
colors and textures, but all of them were drawn beautifully. Each drawing
expressed a different theme, yet each one of them was perfectly fit in the
room they were hang in.
	"Wow, I can't believe you drew all these pictures. You could open
your own gallery." Dan praised the host earnestly.
	"Well, those drawings took lots of my time. I started to draw when
I was a kid. The earliest picture here was drawn when I was
fifteen. Earlier than that, I threw away." Jack explained. "I was an art
freak. I usually don't go anywhere except to school and football
practices. All of my free time was spent on drawing..."
	"You certainly are talented. I'm glad that I accepted your offer."
Dan said and joked. "I'm in a good hand...your hand." He tried to mimic the
Allstate commercial, but then realized it came out so forward,
"umm...sorry. Bad joke."
	Jack was uncomfortable. "I'm not sure I can draw you well. I mean,
this is the second time I draw portrait. The first one was my parents',
which was drawn a year ago. I don't know if I can still draw like
that. Don't flatter me too much or you'll be disappointed."
	"I won't. I know it." Dan was comforting the big guy. "You're ready
to do it?"
	"Yeah."
	"Where do I sit? And how?" Dan was eager to start.
	"Well, let me see. Do you bring your soccer ball with you? I have
an idea..." Jack asked excitedly.
	"THE soccer ball? It's in my car, let me go get it." Dan said and
ran out to his car. He came back minutes later, smiling from head to
toes. "Here. Now what?"
	"Ok. Can you stand still for like half an hour? I need you to stand
up, one leg straight, one leg apart. And your hands, one is keeping the
ball, the other is putting on your waist...like this." Jack said and
demonstrated his words with his actions.
	Dan blinked twice. He looked at the football player in awe. Jack
was wearing his cut-off shirt and a pair of warm-up pants. When standing in
a modeling position, Jack looked incredibly sexy.
	"Ok, like this?" Dan said and imitated Jack's posing. He wished he
could look half as good as the football player.
	"God, he was so sexy. My fantasy is coming true. He's so damn good
looking when standing like that. He's a natural born model." Jack thought
to himself.
	"Jack?"
	"Yeah? Oh, perfect. Stand still. I'm drawing you now." Jack said
and started drawing the soccer player.
	After thirty minutes, Dan's legs were screaming for attention, his
hands were cramped for holding the ball too long. He wanted to sit down but
too polite to say it. He was tired.
	Jack almost finished his drawing; he looked up, and saw Dan
standing there, shifting uncomfortably between legs. The artist knew that
his model was tired, although he appeared to be brave and helpful.
	"Poor guy, he's so sweet." Jack thought to himself and said: "Ok,
Dan. The sketch was almost done. I'll finish it later. You can sit down
now."
	"Are you sure? I could stand some more, you know?" Dan offered
eagerly.
	"I'm sure. You need a brake." Jack said and closed his sketchbook.
	"Can I see it?" Dan asked in a child-like voice.
	"Sorry, not now. I have to finish it first. I'll show you later."
	"Okay."
	They sat down together on the floor. The conversation was flowing
smoothly.
	"Dan, I need another favor." Jack asked the soccer player in his
soft voice.
	"Yeah?" Dan said.
	"Could you pose one more time for me? Well, you won't have to stand
this time..." Jack looked at his model and smiled broadly.
	"How am I posing then?"
	"Okay. Come to the couch with me and do like this." Jack said, then
came over to the couch, sat down and did his pose. His body was resting on
the couch comfortably, his eyes looked down on the floor, and his hands
were holding his shirttail. The football player looked like a young girl
who was blushing in front of the boys.
	Dan walked over to the couch; he did as being told. "Like this?"
	"Yeah."
	"Oh, easy. I can sit like this for hours. Don't mind me. Do your
job." Dan was enjoying the moment now. After ten minutes, Dan closed his
eyes; he was drifting off to sleep in a comfortable position.  The artist
put his pencil down and studied his model's body. In his soccer uniform,
Dan's body stood out nicely. He was about 5'9", slim, but not too thin. His
upper body didn't have a definite muscular built, but it was well
developed. His shoulder was broad, and the chest was expanding widely with
each of his breath. The arms were smooth and tan, with some veins running
along.  Dan's lower body was a different story. Below a small waist stood
the sexiest legs that Jack's ever seen. The soccer shorts couldn't hide a
pair of strong and muscular legs; they were perfectly proportional. The
gluteus, the hamstring, and the calf muscles were firmly and sexually
displaced. Everything looked good on him.
	Jack's had many sleepless nights fantasizing about the soccer
player in his uniform. Now kneeling close to Dan, and looking at his body
covered in the gear, Jack couldn't control his exciting cock anymore. His
dick had a mind of its own. It was growing and expanding inside his
pants. The little friend below his waist was asking for his attention, his
special attention.
	The football player ran into his bathroom and closed the door
behind him. He took his erect member out and looked at it in disgusting,
but he couldn't control his desire to stroke it. One stroke, real
slowly. Second one, faster. Then, Jack wanked his meat as fast as he
could. Images of Dan in his soccer gear were flashed back and forth in his
heads. Now, the angel was wearing clothes. Now, he wasn't.
	Jack's shaft was elongated into its full length now. Pre-cum was
pouring out, drops by drops. Jack continued stroking his cock wildly, silly
and rhythmically. Both of his hands were grabbing the long shaft, pulling,
caressing and yanking for all it was worth. His breath became shallow. His
eyes were closed in excitement. He gasped. He breathed out loudly. He
moaned. Shots after shots of jism were pouring out from his beautiful
cock. First shot flied up to his chin; the second one went on to a shorter
distance: his chest. Then they flooded down to his stomach and onto the
floor. Mission accomplished.
	The well-spent man stood up and cleaned himself all over. Walking
out to the living room, Jack saw the soccer player lying on the couch
now. His uniform was wrinkle and in disordered manner. His arms were
crossed, resting on his beautiful chest. The soccer player was sleeping
like an angel.
	Jack walked to the couch and looked down onto Dan's beautiful
face. He then knelt down to get a closer look at his model. His face was
now inches from Dan's face. He breathed in the good smell coming from the
soccer player's face.
	Then, Jack did the unthinkable act: he kissed the sleeping angel.
 	A very soft kiss was planted onto Dan's sensual lips.
	Jack pulled himself out quickly. What did he just do? He looked at
the sleeping figure in horror. What if the soccer player woke up and saw
it? What if he yelled at him and ran out of the door, never coming back?
What if...
	In spite of his fear, Jack loved the kiss, it was soft, not very
sensuous, but sweet and excitable. He wanted to do it again.
	The temptation was built up inside Jack's trembling body. He
lowered his face, one more inch and their lips would touch. The distance
was getting closer. Too dangerously close. Jack closed his eyes and let his
desire taking over him.
	Their lips touched, again. Jack was lingering his lips on the
soccer player's lips one second too long. He got the tingling response from
the other person's lips.
	The sleeping beauty was awake.


To be continued...

Sorry for the cliffhanger, I've had so much fun writing this part. Chapter
5 will come up real soon, I hope.