CHAPTER 11 - WEEK SIX - REVISION
Monday morning eventually arrived and I wondered what lay ahead as I walked up the stairs to the staff room. Inside already waiting for me were Peter, Tom, Brenda, Ethan and Tang but no Marc. Uh oh I thought I do hope he's not done a runner because of me. However hot on my heels Marc came bounding into the room wishing us all a good morning, apologised for being late and threw me a wink to say everything's cool between us.
I wondered why Brenda was in the staff room on a Monday, I was soon to find out. Tom informed us that we had joined the University towards the end of the academic year and the sports therapy week had actually been the last active learning week for the students. This week was going to be a revision week where we would be helping as and when required by the lecturers. If we weren't required Brenda had put a request in for our help at the Art College.
I spent Monday doing the consultation simulations, Tuesday I was naked again in the anatomy class and Wednesday I was on my back having medical appliances inserted into every orifice. Only on Thursday did I have any spare time to take trip over to the Art College and see how I could help. Already over there was Ethan and Tang, they'd been there since Tuesday but Marc wasn't expected until Friday as he was doing the Sports Therapy and Massage revision class (poor sod I thought).
Brenda greeted us in the main lobby, thanked us in advance for our assistance, it was very much appreciated by both her and her students. Today she wanted two of us to help in the life drawing classes and the third one was to help in the photographic class. Tang had already done a stint in the life drawing class so I volunteered to take his place. Ethan was happy either way so that was that and we went our separate ways to the classes. Having never been to the college before it seemed a very different beast to the University I was accustomed to, the students for one thing were a lot younger and generally louder. Having got lost a couple of times I eventually found the classroom I was seeking, I knocked, opened the door and entered. Inside I was greeted by a friendly looking woman and about thirty students around the age of eighteen, with fifty fifty split between male and female. I felt a small blip in my self-confidence, forced a smile onto my face and shook Shirley's (the teacher as she introduced herself to me) hand. In front of me was a raised stage upon which stood a mock Grecian pillar, a sword and shield (mmm, tacky I thought). Arranged in concentric semi-circles were the student's easels, Shirley explained to me that they were free to use various media such as charcoal, pastels, water colours or oils and in this term they were studying classical themes (hence the stage props).
Shirley asked me to strip naked and assume a pose on the stage using the sword and shield reminiscent of an Ancient Greek soldier. Folding my clothes neatly on a spare chair I walked up to the stage, acutely aware of the quiet sniggers coming from several students and the odd wolf whistle. I nodded and smiled in the general direction of the whistlers but ignored the sniggerers. Climbing up onto the stage I picked up the sword and shield doing my best to look like a Spartan soldier. Within a few minutes the class had settled down and concentrated on creating their masterpieces. After an hour Shirley invited me to change position and to get my circulation back as I had been motionless for so long. Taking up the offer I put the props down, stretched my limbs and briskly walked round the classroom a couple of times. All the time I could feel eyes burning holes in my body but this time I felt better able to meet the students gaze and smiled back at them. This seemed to have the effect of making me more human in their perception of me, I wasn't just an object of lust or ridicule.
The morning carried on in the same vein, stopping every hour to allow me to change positions. Then at lunch time I was able to dress once more and went to meet Ethan and Tang for a bite to eat and catch up on gossip. All too soon the lunch break was over and I was once more assuming poses on the stage, at least this time I knew the score and the novelty had worn off so it was straight down to business. At the end of the afternoon once the students had cleared up and left, Shirley came over and thanked me for helping her out and for not letting the students get the better of me. Apparently they could be a handful and more than one live model had refused to come back. She then said she thought I would be brilliant next week and be a real crowd puller, certainly by what she had seen today, if I knew what she meant giving me an exaggerated wink. When it was clear I didn't know what she meant she clammed up, saying she'd said too much already and that I'd find out soon enough. Suddenly very preoccupied she bid me goodnight and walked out the door leaving me to get dressed.
Mulling things over as I walked home I decided I would give Alison a call this evening and drag it out of her what she knew about next week. However all thoughts about Alison evaporated when I picked up a voicemail message left on my home phone, it was from Marc announcing that he'd been thinking things through and really needed to talk to me "man to man" over a beer, was I free tonight? Oh shit, what was he going to say to me? Only one way to find out I guess, so I called his number to get the answer phone. Grrrr! Just when I got myself psyched up he decides to be unavailable. Knowing he had teenage kids at home I left a generalised bland message thanking him for his invitation, was sorry to have missed him and that I would chat with him tomorrow at work. About two hours later he called apologising for having missed me, his youngest son had announced at the last minute that he needed a lift to his mum's (oh, they don't live together then?) as he was going to stay there for the weekend and wanted to meet up with some friends beforehand. It was a bit late now to meet up for a drink, could we meet up tomorrow night instead? I played it cool and said sure, I don't see why not, we'll discuss it tomorrow at work. He ummed and aahed then came out with what was on his mind. He wanted to know if it would be okay to drop an overnight bag round in the morning before work, his other son was going to be out tomorrow evening and he didn't want to draw unwanted attention to his activities. This way there'd be less questions from his son and he'd have maximum freedom on his options depending on how the evening went. Again I said sure thing, while my mind was yelling out YESSSS! Then I started chuckling at Marc's directness - just what I liked in a man.
I had a restless night, images of naked black men and enormous phallus's drifted in and out of view and woke up with the sheets in a mess. Sighing to myself as I stripped the bed the following morning I just hoped that Marc was going to be saying the things I wanted to hear. I just had time to get myself dressed and fed before there was a knock on the door and standing there was Marc looking very sexy in tight fitting jeans, black muscle vest and wraparound sun glasses. It was all I could do to stop myself from dribbling with lust and grinning like an idiot, instead I welcomed him in and suggested he put his overnight bag in the cupboard under the stairs out of sight. With that it was time to leave, walking to work with someone by my side made a pleasant change from being alone. Although we only made small talk the time seemed to fly and before I knew it we were standing in the main entrance to the Art College with Ethan and Tang waiting for our next assignment. Brenda joined us after about five minutes informing us that we would only be required for the morning session as Peter had requested our presence in the staff room after lunch and that we would be taking part in an end of term fashion show so that the fashion design students could display their course projects.
Leading us through the college Brenda explained that our physical statistics had been given to the students last week and they had created life size mannequins so their clothes would fit us first time. This sounded impressive to me although I found it disconcerting to think that my measurements were being passed around without my knowledge, what other information was being passed on I wondered. I had no more time to think about it because we had arrived at our destination and were being ushered into what looked like a warehouse but it was packed full with students and many rows of clothes rails holding enough clothes to dress an army! Brenda introduced us to the course tutor and then made her exit. Marianne (the course tutor) then pointed us in separate directions where we met the students working on our clothes. The group I was placed with were working on sports/summer wear which to my untrained eye looked rather small for my frame. When I commented on this fact the girls simply laughed informing me that the material was designed to be figure hugging which apparently was all the rage with youngsters these days (gee, I felt like a real old timer considering I was at least ten years older than them). The first outfit I was asked to don was a pair of beach shorts, short sleeved shirt, cap and sandals. I quickly shucked my T-shirt, jeans, trainers and socks (keeping my pants on) and went to get put the outfit on, but a hand reached out stopping me in my tracks. Uh uh, the pants come off too otherwise they will throw out the line of the material. Mmm I thought to myself, but I simply shrugged my shoulders and took them off as well. Standing upright again, I felt slightly uncomfortable, well wouldn't you? There was a dozen pairs of female eyes staring at me, well not exactly at me - more like staring at my body - every inch of it. Blushing slightly I pulled on the shorts but the material was so silky and transparent that I felt more naked than before I had put them on. Thankfully the shirt was made of thicker material and just covered my crotch, though when I moved around my cock swung making every movement obvious and eye catching judging by the expressions of the girls. Finally I was ready for the catwalk, looking at the other guys I tried not to laugh as we were all wearing revealing clothes although they were styled differently, I simply smiled encouragement as we stepped onto the stage and the show began.
I didn't realise how hard it would be to be a good catwalk model, no sooner had I walked the length of the catwalk and returned than I was racing to put the next outfit on. All self-consciousness flew out the window in the pandemonium of the changing area, the girls were now too busy to ogle and were very professional in their attitude and demeanour towards me. It was fun but I was exhausted by the end of the show and I was grateful to sit down and sink a large glass of cold water. Brenda thanked us on behalf of the college for our assistance today and over the previous days and hoped that we would be working together again in the future. We waved goodbye to the class, in return we received waves, shouts and wolf-whistles making us laugh before disappearing for our afternoon meeting with Peter.
In the staff room Peter, Tom and Adam waited for us. They informed us that once the compulsory medical was completed they had some exciting news for us which would make the last week of our contract both a memorable one as well as being of immense benefit to the University. All through the medical I kept wondering what lay in store for us, I barely noticed the prodding, the pulling or the fingers up my arse!
Once the medicals were all over, we sat in the lounge area drinking coffees while Peter distributed our cash pay packets of ?1,000 which made me just smile from ear to ear while thinking what I could do with it. Then he proceeded to tell us about the plans for next week. Traditionally the last week of the academic year had always been a fund raising period used to boost the coffers of the University and the charities it supported. This year it was going to be different, the University has teamed up with the Art College and the local business forum to compile a complete week of events:
Monday (evening) - Charity dinner & dance Tuesday (day) - Football tournament Wednesday (day) - Charity fun run Thursday (evening) - Charity slave auction Friday (evening) - Private party To keep costs to a minimum and provide valuable experience the college's media team would be covering Monday to Thursday's events, but Friday was not going to be filmed as this was being sponsored by top business men and they had requested privacy which the University had agreed to due to the vast sums of money being donated. This sounded intriguing but Peter wouldn't be drawn further and after a few minutes of fishing we gave up and took the hint. Peter outlined what our duties would be next week and then told us to go home and make the most of an early finish because next week the working hours would long and all over the place.
Not needing to be told twice we headed off home, Ethan and Tang going in one direction with Marc and myself heading off towards my home to begin what I hoped would be an enjoyable evening. During the walk home I tried to raise the subject of what Marc wanted to talk about, but he very subtly steered the conversation onto safer topics such as what lay ahead for us next week, what his sons were doing this weekend, where we were planning to go tonight for something to eat and drink. Mmm I thought to myself, here is a guy who's done this before, he's such a smooth operator and able to foresee what I was going to ask. I really didn't care, all I wanted to do was to get him into bed.
Arriving home Marc asked if he could jump into the shower while I made a cup of coffee, sure thing I replied, I too want to have a shower before we hit town. I wondered if there would be an invite to join him in the shower, but no, he grabbed his overnight bag and bounded upstairs and into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Ho hum, I sighed, the night is young yet. Just as I'd finished brewing the coffee Marc sauntered back into the room, God he is such a tease, dressed to kill and smelling gorgeous it was all I could do to keep my hands to myself. No, Jo, don't play into his hands, play it cool. So I offered him his coffee, announced that I was disappearing for my shower now and I told him to make himself at home while he waited for me. As I relaxed under the hot water I heard him walk into the living room and turn the television on, flicking through the channels before selecting a sports channel. I carefully went through my wardrobe choosing clothes which showed my body off without being shouting out that I was a gay man on the pull. Hopefully Marc would like what he saw without feeling uncomfortable. Evidently he did like what he saw as he did a double take but said nothing so I did likewise but smiled to myself all the same as I knew that my plan had succeeded.
Once we'd finished our coffee we strolled into town to the restaurant Marc had selected. He must have chosen this restaurant very carefully as it hit just the right note. It was neither one of those quiet venues where couples go for romantic meals nor one that was so busy we wouldn't be able to talk without shouting. The food was fantastic and reasonably priced, as we slowly consumed more alcohol Marc started to reveal what he wanted to tell me. He started to talk about his younger days before he'd met his ex-wife and it soon became apparent that he'd been a wild child running with several not-so-nice packs into everything, at the same time he'd dabbled in a few same-sex encounters but never actually had a relationship. It wouldn't have been tolerated by his peers and he alluded to the fact that he wouldn't be here today if they'd ever found out, so he became adept at covering his tracks. He then met and fell in love with his ex-wife who quickly produced two sons for him (I wasn't surprised considering the contents of his trousers). The good times however didn't last and her eyes began to wander to pastures new, it didn't take him long to find out as bad news travels fast as he had (and still has) a wide network of friends and contacts. Having discovered she'd been cheating on him, he divorced her and won the battle for custody. Since then he'd devoted his time and energy to bringing his sons up but now they're preparing to fly the nest and make a life for themselves he felt the time was approaching that he could now focus on his own needs. He classed himself as being bisexual and while he was comfortable with his sons seeing their father having relationships with women he was uncomfortable when it came to them seeing men sharing his bed. Perhaps in a few years time when they'd matured a little but for now he kept men as a discreet "treat". This brought him up to date but he wanted to know more about me now. I told him about being openly gay from being a teenager and family problems I had encountered, however it made me independent and self-reliant. I'd had a couple of relationships lasting on average five years but always fizzled out because I was so independent and couldn't be controlled by them. I was happy to have a relationship but not at the expense of losing my individuality. Marc nodded in sympathy, saying a lot of the women he'd known had tried controlling him, without success.
Over dessert he asked me if I found him attractive, nearly choking on the mouthful I had at the time, I nodded and finally managed to utter that he knew damn well I do. He said I thought you did but I just wanted to hear you say it once I'd told you more about myself and what I was looking for in a man. I smiled and said basically you want a friend who's a fuck buddy but not someone who's going to be demanding and intrusive. Exactly he replied, you've got it in one with a broad grin. Right now all I really want to do is stuff your hole until you can take no more and then you have do the same to me until day break before I return home to my normal routine. I am highly sexed so I'd want to do this on a regular basis, timetables allowing, assuming you were agreeable to this too. I replied as casually as possible that I was happy with this arrangement but I wanted to make one thing clear, I wouldn't tolerate any jealousy if we were simply fuck buddies. I am effectively single and will behave as I wish until otherwise. Fair enough Marc said, he agreed he had no hold over me and I was free to do as I pleased. With that we both decided that we could wait no longer, the bill was paid and we walked home with a spring in our steps.
As soon as my front door was closed, we ripped each other's clothes off laughing like teenagers before he chased me up the stairs into the bathroom for a cleaning out session. Marc commented on the fact that I had the same gear as they used at work, why not I replied, if you can't beat them you should join them and if you don't hurry up I'm going to have to get firm with you. Chuckling Marc did as he was told, kneeling down in the shower cubicle he reached behind and pulled his ebony cheeks apart allowing access to his little pink hole. Lubing up the douching hose I slid it up him with little resistance, once he was full of water he sat down on my toilet to empty out and the process was repeated until he was thoroughly cleaned out. Then it was my turn! In no time at all we relocated to my bedroom and as Marc lay sprawled on the bed I retrieved a can of Crisco from my wardrobe, opened it and told him to spread his legs. Uh, I thought I was going first he muttered. Oh no buddy I said in the firmest voice I could muster, you're on my patch and you'll do as you're told (this time at least) and I've been waiting for a piece of your arse for a long time. Okay Sir, he said with a wink and obediently rolled over on to his stomach and spread his legs as wide as possible. With my cock rigid as a board I crawled up until I knelt with my knees touching his crack, then I liberally applied the Crisco to his hole and my cock. I moved onto all fours and with one hand guided my cockhead into his hole, then in one smooth thrust I was buried up to the hilt in his hot arse. I could have shot my load there and then, to take my mind off climaxing I started to gently bite the back of neck and shoulders before slowly thrusting in and almost pulling out before plunging back in again. This produced guttural moaning which only served to spur me on. After a few minutes I pulled out and told him to roll over on to his back, as he did so I grabbed his ankles and pulled them up and apart, then before he had time to react I thrust my cock back into him and pumped with all my might. His head was rolling frantically on the pillow as my cock repeatedly stroked his prostate, abruptly he started to shudder and groan then his cock exploded jism all over his chest and stomach. Ignoring his spasming I carried on fucking him until my orgasm overtook me and with a final thrust shot my load deep into his bowels. Collapsing on to him he held me in his muscled arms, wrapped his legs around me and thrust his arse into me keeping my cock deep inside me. His movements reignited the fire in my softening cock and it rapidly became hard again. This time I rolled over on to my back and got him to ride me like a cowboy facing me, then as he rode my pole I started to introduce a finger alongside my cock, then two, the three. Getting the drift he pulled off my cock and moved down the bed so I had easier access to his hole, then resuming the motion I quickly inserted four fingers and finally the whole fist, bringing a brief halt to his movements before he continued. After a while he was swallowing the whole of my forearm up to the elbow with ease, I asked him if he wanted to me to go deeper. Shaking his head, he said he preferred width to depth, up to the elbow was comfortable but no further. Respecting his limits I nodded my understanding. After a few more rise and falls Marc stood up releasing my fist with a quiet squelch, giving him a questioning look he smiled and said he needed to take a constitutional and would be back in five. Giving him a wink I said I'd be counting as I wiped my arm clean on the towel nearby.
I must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing I knew was my legs were being gently pulled apart and Marc's face was pressing against my cheeks and his tongue playing with my ring. The sensations were driving me crazy and my hips were bucking wildly, however his tongue relentlessly continued to lubricate my hole and it was beginning to relax trying to draw his tongue inwards. Seemingly satisfied Marc pulled away, adjusted his position and placed his cockhead at my entrance before slowly but forcefully pushing it in. He didn't stop until he was fully inside and started to thrust, within minutes he was pounding my arse as if there was no tomorrow. Not that I was complaining, I was having the fuck of a lifetime, the thrusts became more instant and then with a final thrust he shot his load deep inside me. Slowing his pace a little he asked if I was okay, I murmured a yes, good, he replied brace yourself, the ride is about to start again. He was as good as his word, this time there was no gentleness, simple rutting pure and simple! I think over the next half an hour he must have fucked me in just about every position and shot his load at least twice. I was beginning to get sore from all the friction and I gestured to him that I needed to take a breather. Looking like a kid who'd just had his favourite toy taken from him, he reluctantly pulled out of me, saying jeez man I was just warming up - then burst out laughing at the sight of my expression. He gave my arse a hard slap saying that I was one hot fuck and that he sure wanted a piece of it whenever he could get the chance. Walking stiffly into the bathroom to clean myself up I assured him that if he wanted it he only had to knock on my "back door" but no more tonight please, I need to recover. I asked him if he was always like this, no was his response but it had been a long time since he'd been able to get a piece of boy butt. Next time he'd take his time and give my arse a proper workout not just the slam dunk he'd dished out. I'll hold you to that! I laughed then pulled a pair of boxer shorts on and made my way to put the kettle on to make a coffee and a bite to eat. While he was showering I heard his mobile phone ring so I once I heard him walk back into the bedroom I called up to him to let him know. Marc joined me a few minutes later having listened to his voicemail and got dressed. I asked him if he was planning to stay the night, slowly sipping his coffee he hesitated before replying. He had originally intended to stay but he thought it better if he went home, even though it was late, perhaps next time. After all he didn't want to outstay his welcome. Disappointed, I simply nodded my agreement and said that was cool with me, we'd agreed to be fuck buddies, not lovers. Having finished the food and drink Marc called the local taxi firm and while he waited for it he packed his overnight bag. All too quickly the taxi arrived and tooted its horn, giving him a manly hug I wished him good night before crawling off to bed for a well deserved sleep.
The rest of the weekend I spent in a bit of a daze, half of me wanting Marc back in my bed, the other half wanting my old solitude back again. Either way things were how they were for the time being, who knew what lay in the future. When Monday morning arrived it was such a luxury to stay in bed until mid-morning, I savoured every moment. Rather than the normal rush to get washed, dressed and out the door first thing in the morning, instead I could take my time and stroll into the University mid-afternoon as instructed by Peter.
Add a comment