Date: Wed, 14 Feb 2007 20:53:57 +0000
From: tina foster <tinafosteruk@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Lifeclass' tv, teen, gay

 His hands on his well-defined hips, Dominic had leant backwards, so as to
ease his aching muscles.

  As he did so, he took the opportunity to quickly glance over his left
shoulder, at the semi-circle of people who were sitting behind him, 'Yes,'
he thought to himself, ' he's at it again.'

  It was Dominic's second time sitting for the class and he was becoming
more aware of each of the group members and the materials that they chose
to use: there was Mrs Peake, over sixty, blue-rinse and a gossip, she
worked in water colour; then there was 'young' Mrs Jones, horn-rim glasses
and twin-set who looked like she should be a librarian, yet worked in a
children's nursery, she worked in charcoal; Mrs Grey and Mrs Wright could
both paint well and knew it; then there was Jean, the art classes
secretary, who worked both in pastels and water colour, who fussed over the
models, ensuring they were as comfortable as possible.

  But the man that he had nicknamed 'the major' was the real curio Dominic
thought, pulling on his blue towelling robe and drinking from the mug of
tea that Jean had brought for him minutes earlier.

  Dominic viewed each picture of himself, for style and merit, as he padded
round the small studio, finally arriving at the easel belonging to 'the
major.'  Dominic had given James R. Burrows the name the first time that he
had modelled for the class - he just looked like a major, with his
well-trimmed 'tache, greying side-burns and his clipped mode of speech.

  He was authoritive, to the extent that on the first occasion sitting,
Dominic had sat staring at 'the major', watching as his pencil had
transformed his paper into a visual representation of his masculine ideal,
waiting for the older man to shout 'rest,' or 'next pose.'

  Three times that first sitting, Burrows had risen from his stool to stand
in front of the youth and tell him just exactly how he wanted him to
pose. And Dominic had found himself awaiting further commands, with an
indecent anticipation that he could not fathom. Then, this session 'the
major' had not barked out any suggestions as to how he had wanted Dominic
to pose.

Rather, he had deferred to the women's suggestions every time, seeming
content to simply drink in Dominics form with his eyes, occasionally
licking his top lip, as he feverishly worked away at his pencil drawing.

   Dominic had found himself surprised at his disappointment, as it was not
something he would of expected of himself; but there it was, he missed the
man telling him what to do, and that had puzzled the young man.

  Now, after the two hours that he had been paid for were over Dominic had
stretched his aching muscles and begun to walk round the room.

He had looked at each picture in turn, until finally he stands to the side
of Burrows easel and work; and as Dominic admires the mans work he
appreciates the talent that the man possesses: this simple drawing was
exquisite and feeling this, he tells 'the major' - not noticing the women
packing away their paints, brushes and easels.

 Instead, he becomes aware of the mans conspiratorial smile; as their eyes
meet and questing fingers skirt over his right knee, sending a ripple of
undisguised pleasure down his spine, as the daring digits make contact with
his flesh.

'The majors' fingers display an almost feather-like touch as they drift
higher and cause Dominic to catch his breath and his body to stiffen a
little; with the pleasant sensations they create.

"Do you want to earn a hundred pound lad?" he asks Dominic quietly, his
eyes fixed fully on the young mans bright blue eyes, the easel covering his
actions, as his hand brushes against Dominic's hard penis.

"Nice," Burrows murmurs, his hand now encompassing the young mans warm
flesh in his hand, almost as if he were testing it's weight: "Tell me lad,
you're a student and probably broke or you wouldn't be here, parading your
'bod for the blue rinse brigade ... " To this Dominic just lowers his head,
a light smile on his lips.

"So tell me," and Burrows pauses for dramatic effect, a move not wasted on
the young man, who now hangs on his every word, "how do you feel about
making some real money?"  Dominic looks toward 'the major' at the mention
of 'real money.'  "Well lad, are you interested?" he is asked as the older
mans hand moves slowly back and forth, his gaze unbroken, as he pumps
rhythmically.

  They are alone and time stands still for Dominic, as he contemplates 'the
majors' words and the strange emotions that they had produced within
himself.  He closes his eyes and sighs with pleasure, as the hand working
his tumescent flesh increases its pressure upon him a little and then
hears, "Well lad?"

Dominic opens his eyes; he has never been with a man before, but the
idea...  Swallowing hard he smiles and says, "How much did you say again Mr
Burrows ... " then swiftly adds, "... sir ?" to suggest his acquiescence to
the older man.

  The masturbation ceases abruptly and 'the major' stands away from his
chair and begins to pack away his own equipment.  Already Burrows is back
in character, no longer the seducer, he was again the efficient authorative
man whom Dominic found so fascinating.

Then, removing a business card from a waistcoat pocket, Burrows hands it to
the younger man -

James R. Burrows esq; - Captain (retired)

it says on one side, with the mans full address and telephone number on the
other side.

"Here," he tells Dominic, "one hundred pounds, for a couple of hours of
your time ..."  Smiling he pushes the card into the young mans robe pocket,
saying, "Take this ... and if you want to earn a hundred pound, then
phone."

Dominic hears the emphasis on the word 'earn' again and when he is finally
alone in the empty studio, the words came back to him, again and again,
'...earn a hundred pound.'

  Much later in the night, Dominic lies in bed, still wide awake, as his
mind races with fresh memory of all of the events of that afternoon.

At nineteen he was still finding his own sexuality and what had happened,
but hours ago, had left his mind in a whirlpool of doubt and insecurity.

  He remembers the older mans touch and how it had aroused him, made his
manhood harden and throb, with it's desire for fulfilment.

Dominic groans aloud, his frustration and indecision: "Should I phone?" he
asks of himself, turning on the bedside lamp and dialling the number on the
card, as if he operates on automatic pilot.  Looking at the display on the
clock/radio, Dominic registers the time; it is one-thirty in the morning;
'How will he respond to a phone-call at this time of the morning?' he
thinks.

But, he phones and makes his apologies, delighting in the tone of the older
mans voice as he speaks, "Ah, it is Dominic ... yes, of course I excuse the
lateness of the hour ... so ... I take it that you have made a decision
young man?"

There, the moment has arrived and breathing deeply, Dominic says to him, "I
want to earn some ... " and as he breathes heavily, he pauses a second,
before adding, "proper money."

"But, how?" he adds.  There is a tutting sound down the phone, as Dominic
is berated for his coarseness, after which 'the major' giggles, saying,
"You could have phrased it a little bit more politely. But, I will forgive
you dear boy ... after all, I want us to become intimate friends..."

As 'the major' emphasizes the word 'intimate,' Dominic's heartbeat
increases, as his imagination races with the image of himself, naked,
kneeling before 'the major' in homage to member, taking the warm flesh into
his mouth.

Dominic finds that he has to ask, "Er, sorry, sir, could you please repeat
that. I was distracted a moment."  There is laughter from James Burrows at
this, and then he asks, "Are you hard boy?"  Blushing profusely Dominic
hears himself answer, as if he were somewhere distant from his own self, as
he mumbles his answer, "Yes."

This is so embarrassing, he thinks. He had never wanted anything like
this... But now, he wanted to be a mans toy, plaything, whore ...

"Don't be shy boy. In fact you'll find you'll be appreciated, I'm
sure. Now, I had asked you a question ... let me repeat it. Do you have a
fantasy, well, do you ?"  There is a palpable silence, once the question
has been asked, over which Dominic is sure that he can hear his own
heartbeat.

 Then the question is asked again and this time there is an insistent edge
to Burrows voice as he asks, "Well boy, do you have a fantasy?"

Dominic's mouth is dry and he considers ending the conversation here and
now, he is so embarrassed.

But beneath all his trepidation over how this is progressing, he feels a
strong compulsion to answer.  "I want... " He says, quietly.


"Yes boy, continue," Burrows prompts, slowly and very deliberately, "Talk
to me lad, and tell me?"

He is aware of the effect he has on the youth, for he believes that hears
restrained desire in his trembling speech.. This had been confirmed as he
hears Dominic speak again, "I want to kneel at your feet ... naked
... and..."

"And then?" Burrows asks, an excited edge to his voice as he speaks, for is
more than he had expected all that he had previously hoped for, was to
caress this lads flesh, whilst he'd pose for him, in complete privacy.. and
now ... this ...

"And I'll earn my money by being your whore." There, he'd voiced his desire
and in so doing, Dominic finds the realization of his latent submissive
streak quite exhilarating.  "Well dear boy," Capt R Burrows ( retired )
says, "If that is what you really want then we'll have to see what we can
do to fulfil you sweet fantasy, eh boy ... Mmmm?"  He pauses a few moments,
to allow Dominic to absorb what he hears and adds, "So tell me dear boy,
are you free right now? Do you want to earn some money? Do you?"

'Earn money,' the words race through Dominic's mind and he answers, "Oh
yes, very much indeed."  "So," the older man say, heart beating fast, his
phallus hard, "I will meet you on the road out of town, by the roundabout,
if you want. If you're there by say, twelve midnight, then we can go to
mine. Alright?"  With that, James Burrows places the phone down, thus
leaving the young man to make up his own mind.

'Tonight is going to be special,' Dominic thought, walking toward his
late-night assignation, 'I know this is what I want. What I need...' His
thoughts swirled, with lust-driven images, so it was he did not notice the
sleek black BMW car, moving at a snails pace to his right. The passenger
windows winds down electronically and he hears a voice her recognises,
"Evening. Busy night tonight?  No, well how about some of your time then?"

Although Dominic's stomach churns, he sounds confident, as he says to him,
"Times money, sir ... " and smiles.  'Just saying it sounds arousing,' he
had considered, suggestively rubbing at his crotch.

"Well, I've got the money, if you've got the time." Burrows tells him,
leaning across the passenger seat and opening the door, his eyes quickly
raking over the youth's slim body and trying to imagine whether reality
might measure up against his fantasy.

"Oh, I have the time..." he says, trying to sound seductive.  "Then why
don't you get in," Burrows says, rapt is with Dominic's youth and beauty,
"and we'll discuss who wants what. Eh?"

Dominic slides into the passenger seat, luxuriating in the plush upholstery
and the spacious legroom.  He closes the door and turn to his 'client,'
saying, "It's a hundred pound and I'll do anything you want..."  Burrows
smiles to himself, ' the kid is eager to please, he thinks, 'and he seems
to want it as much as me."  "Okay lad," that's a done deal." He takes out
his wallet and counts out the money in ten-pound notes.

"There you go," he says to the very excited, but nervous young man.  "Thank
you..." Dominic murmurs, as he buckles his seat belt and they drive into
the night.

The agony of dreaded expectation fills Dominic and finally he asks, "Is
there anything special that you might be wanting ... sir?"  As his 'master'
turns red at the question, he smiles.  Burrows can feel the lad's eyes on
him as he asks the question, so declares, "To take you and use you."

Dominic smiles at this, he was to be this mans toy and plaything.  This was
even more than he had envisaged and that knowledge thrills and nourishes
him.

"On the back seat, you'll find a sports bag. When we get to the house I
want you to change into what's in the bag ... while I make a phone call to
an old friend." He pauses, then adds; "Tell me, are you glad you came out
tonight my boy?"  "Oh yes ... sir!" the young man replies eagerly, smiling
as the older man puts his left hand on his right inner-thigh and gently
squeezes, "That's good."

  Once at the house, James Burrows ushers Dominic into the front room,
where an open-hearth fire burns and save for a small brass table-lamp,
provides the only illumination.  Burrows pours two whiskey's and walks
upstairs, saying - "You get changed now, alright?"

  Dominic opens the bag to find a black piece of material, a pair of white
French knickers and sheer, black hold-up stockings. Left alone, he drinks
his glass of whiskey and undresses hurriedly, excited to put the clothing
on.  Then he waits.  Minute pass and finally Burrows enters the room.

"You look nice," he tells the young man, walking over to him, a warm smile
on his face, as he looks at Dominic, already wearing the short black dress
that had been in the bag. The dress is made from a stretch material and
just covers his buttock, leaving his stocking - tops and thigh exposed.

James has the young man parade up and down the room as he reclines on the
sofa.  "Oh my, you do look like the girl boy I wanted. That's
excellent. And the best is.." announces Burrows.

He continues, running his right hand over Dominic's panty-clad buttocks,
"You're mine, to enjoy ... as you 'pose' for me." Then he pats the empty
space next himself, indicating that Dominic should sit.  "If tonight goes
well, then I should have some more business for you soon."  He tells the
young man, as he strokes the young mans thighs, taking delight in his
acquiescence to his touch; and Dominic finds himself breathing more heavily
in response to the mans touch and becoming very passive.

"A friend of mine is having a birthday soon." Burrows pulls the young man
onto his lap, sliding his dress up around his waist.

To his incredulity, Dominic can feel the man stiffen beneath him, as he
runs his hands up and down the young mans thighs.

"And I think I know the perfect present for him," he adds.  Before long
James takes the young mans face in his hands.

  Their lips meet and Dominic closes his eyes, his lids fluttering. He
opens his mouth as Burrows tongue slowly but firmly slides inside his mouth
and they enjoy a long wet kiss, that leaves Dominic wanting more and
Burrows says to him, "Nice lips, my girl."

  His hands caress the young mans body, as he strokes his nipples through
the dress that he wears, teasing them to hardness and creating greater
arousal for Dominic, whose heart hammers in his chest, as he feels hands
run up and down his thighs, realizing his own delight at being here, for
this mans benefit.

"Tell me you want to serve me," he tells Dominic, who blushes a little,
then finds the courage to answer - "I really want to serve you, master,"
the young says, quietly, but with certainty.  "You're going to be my please
me, aren't you? Be my slut, won't you?"  "Yes master."

"That's a good girl," Burrows tells him, as he runs his right hand over the
young mans nylon covered calves, enjoying their silken sheen and the young
man's submission.

"Come, lie over my lap and then ... pardon the expression my boy..." he
hesitates, taking a pause for breath, he tells Dominic: "... I want you to
lie there limp."  "And you can pose there, for me, to stroke and caress,"
He adds, smiling at his own pun

Dominic lies over the mans lap, content, his erection clad in feminine
frills, hard against Burrows and he is in ecstasy, as his master runs eager
hands over his legs.  "Open your legs a little," he is told.

The young man opens his legs a little and wandering hands traverse upward,
until soon Burrows is cupping the young mans hardening erection.  Then he
stands Dominic in front of himself.

His hands slide up under the dress and slowly he pulls the French panties
down. Dominic steps out of them.  James Burrows lifts the hem of the short
dress and looks at his throbbing penis, then he turns the young man round
so that his firm buttocks face him.

He tells Dominic to lie on the carpet with his backside thrust upwards and
he obeys immediately.

  Looking down at the slim young man dressed for him, James Burrows smiles
and kneels between his legs as Dominic can hear a zip being lowered and his
hard flesh pressed against his thighs.

   Dominic holds still as the older mans hand kneads his flesh, then tenses
somewhat as he feels a questing finger slip beneath the elastic of the
panties right hand side.

Then he feels oil being spread around the entrance to his rectum and
fingertips circle his anal passage, very slowly and with insistent gentle
pressure, loosening his sphincter muscles, so as to gain entry.

  The finger is held against the muscle of his sphincter and Dominic waits
with baited breath for what he will be told next; "C'mon my girl, lean
forward a little..."

Dominic bends at the waist, as bid. His action allows the digit to enter
him easily, an inch or so.

  Then it is gone, withdrawn fast, leaving Dominic most aware of it's loss,
as his muscles return to normal.

The finger removed Dominic lies there, waiting.  He doesn't have to wait
long and he feels burrows hard erection pressing at the entry to his tight
little hole.

As the older man enters him Dominic thinks, 'This is filling me up ... and,
it's so-o-o o o good ... ' Inch by inch Burrows enters the youth, till he
gives a final shove and his pubic bone presses against him.

"I want this. I'm going to enjoy this," he whispers to the young mans ear,
clasping his buttocks in hand.  He starts to pump in and out slowly at
first and Dominic relaxes, his rectal muscles slacken and ease for Burrows
penetration, who pistons faster and harder with mounting excitement.

   As he thrusts with longer, slower strokes, Dominic grasps at the carpet,
in pleasure and pain, his own erection rubbing against the thick pile
carpet.  'I'm his and I love it,' the young man thinks, finding enjoyment
in his passive role.

Burrows grunts in exertion he twists and turns Dominic nipples, who sighs,
with the torture of his flesh, which produces such a sheer intensity of
pleasurable sensations.

Yet all too soon, for them both, Burrows climaxes, ejaculating his seed
deep into the young mans bowels and Dominic moans his gratitude, as the
penis inside pulses with each spurt.

  After he finishes, Burrows stands and pours himself a glass of whiskey,
as Dominic lies on the carpet still, his buttocks up in the air, eyes
closed and drool at the corners of his slightly open mouth, as he can feel
Burrows sperm leaking from himself and down his thighs.

  Kneeling by Dominic's prone body, Burrows runs his right hand over the
young mans firm, sweat covered buttocks, allowing his fingertips to tease
the sensitive skin tissue around his slightly distended anal passage.

Then he stands, saying: "I'm going to make another phone call to my
friend."  Dominic looks upward with puzzlement on his face and Burrows
tells him, "His birthday is soon. And if you want to make some more money,
you could 'pose' for him," he smiles adding, "Would you like that?"  "Oh
yes ... sir !" the young man replies.

'Sure, my ass will hurt like hell tomorrow,' Dominic thinks.  But, he was
now a hundred pound richer, with mention of yet another client to come.


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Fin.