I'd spent numerous evenings over the past couple of years, down at the local art college as a life model. The courses usually started in the winter, when I would arrive and pose fully clothed for a semi-circle of students, who were armed with pencils, charcoal, and oversized sketch-books.
As the seasons warmed through winter, spring, and into summer, I would, in turn, lose my jacket, sweater, button-down shirt, and chinos. Finally, as their exam piece at the end of the course, they would set up their easels and materials and, at the appointed time, I would stride into the middle of the room completely naked. My manhood wasn't monstrously huge, but in its semi-erect state, it was certainly enough to raise a few eyebrows and elicit a few giggles from the more easily embarrassed ladies in the room.
While I had to pose quite still for a couple of hours, it was relatively easy to maintain a decent (or indecent!) level of arousal. Even if there weren't any real hotties amongst the students, their lecturer, Jake, was enough to write home about. He was always clean-shaven, had perfect teeth, and a well-worn gym membership card. He was married to a lovely woman and had a daughter who had just started primary school - but he couldn't resist a little steam in the storeroom on a Wednesday evening. I wasn't the gentle type, but he loved how I dominated him physically. He must have got hundreds of splinters off that old cutting table in there, and his wife must surely have wondered about them, but he never complained.
We had reached the penultimate week of the course, in which the students drew me in a standing position wearing only my bulging briefs. I kept catching the eye of a young lad over on the left. Adam had moved to the area this academic year for university, and had taken up the life drawing course as he thought it might help him on his game design degree, in gaining a better sense of perspective of the human form. He was 19, quite short, but beautifully built. His face usually looked away when one made eye contact, but his eyes would often flicker back after a moment or two. It was somehow arousing, a shyness in his demeanour exposing a deep vulnerability in his soul. Thank God I was wearing the underwear which was slightly too small for me, as my cock throbbed and strained desperately against its cotton restraints.
When class finished, Jake had made sure that the students knew what to expect for their assessment the following week, and dismissed the class. When the room was empty, he came into the storeroom where I'm supposed to get changed, and found me nearly bent-double with lust.
He looked at me worriedly for a moment, started to speak, but got no more than a couple of words out before I slammed him backwards against the door, my mouth on his, hands everywhere and thoughts nowhere. I could process nothing other than my need to fuck. My briefs dangled around one ankle as I couldn't wait long enough to take them off completely. Jake tried to protest as I ripped his shirt open, fumbled at his belt, and finally shoved his jeans down his legs without undoing any of the buttons. He didn't wear underwear, which at least took a step out of the process.
The lube was still in the same place from last week, at the back of the shelf. I cleared the area of brushes and water beakers with a frenzied swipe, grabbed the bottle, greased up and twisted him over the wrecked wooden table.
Hard as marble and big as I'd ever managed, my cock cracked his arsehole on the first thrust. He whimpered, trying not to cry out at the unexpected ferocity of my entry. My hand covered his mouth so tightly it forced his head back while my other arm was locked around his torso to get a good grip. His jaw clenched with every thrust, and after a minute, my hand started to become wet with his tears. I felt like a wild beast trying to fuck a lesser member of my pride into submission. It was unbelievable.
After a minute or so, my eyes closed, I lifted my head, and I pictured Adam. Young, fresh, vulnerable Adam. Jake's ring was so tight, and the thought of doing the same to Adam pushed me over the edge. I struggled to quieten my grunts as my balls tightened and I unloaded stream after stream of my hot cum into the shocked but submissive Jake. As I said, I'm not a gentle man at the best of times, but this was well beyond my usual levels of dominance.
I pulled out, satiated and exhausted, letting Jake's tense and abused body fall on to the splintered surface. I staggered backwards, and fell in a heap on an old chair and nearly fell through it. Jake paused where I'd left him for a moment, before raising himself up with his arms, turning around, and looking at me with uncertainty in his eyes.
"Whoa." he said, matter of factly, spreading his hands out in an enquiring gesture.
"Who's the boy?"
"The boy? In the class? Adam?"
"Adam."
"You know about as much about him as I do."
"I need him."
"How do you mean?"
"I need him. I need to fuck him."
"Can't happen. Firstly, I don't even know if he likes guys, and secondly, I'd lose my job."
"It'll have to happen outside of here then."
"Yeah, right, and how are you going to make that work."
"You've got access to their student records."
"Data Protection and all that..."
"You've got to send off their certificates at the end right?"
"I guess so."
"Then write them up tomorrow, copy down his address and text it to me."
"Fucksake Vik, isn't all this enough?" - He gestured around the room.
"I need him."
"Fine. You bloody owe me though."
"Whatever it takes."
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Lunchtime the following day, I got the text. Adam lived only a couple of blocks from the college, but he went to University in the next town. I cruised around in my car looking for him, and as luck would have it, I saw him ahead just as a huge black storm cloud was sweeping in across the sky. I drew level, pulled over, and beeped my horn. Adam hesitated for a moment and came to the open window.
"What's up?"
"I just saw you walking towards that raincloud and figured I'd offer you a lift seeing as I'm heading back to town. I assume you live somewhere around the college?"
"Yeah, a couple of blocks away."
"Jump in."
Adam looked away down the street at the oncoming storm, looked at my car, looked again at the cloud, and figured that chancing it with me was probably a better bet than definitely getting soaked with all the tech in his backpack. He went round to the passenger side and got in.
"So you're new to the area huh?"
"I guess." he shrugged.
