EASY MONEY
During my college years money was not a big problem. It is not that I come from a well-off family, but the fact that I was an only child meant that there were no major problems in being able to pay for my studies and residency.
Things got complicated when it came to the issue of money for my extra expenses (going out with friends, leisure, etc.). For that I used to do the odd little things during the summer and some performance as a musician during the school year.
In my third-year things went a little wrong. There were some problems at my father's work and part of the money I earned in the summer had to go to cover the ordinary expenses of the course.
That meant that I had less money for my social life and the possible actions that arose were not enough for me. So, I started looking for other jobs.
My first option was to give private lessons to children with study problems. This gave me a lot of trouble. Most of the parents scratched me and the kids were quite insufferable at times.
After a month I stopped giving private lessons fed up with how little I was earning, how insufferable some children were, and the amount of time it took from me.
So, I decided to look at the college bulletin boards. After seeing several offers that were clearly abusive, I found a curious one.
"People are looking for an art workshop. Preferably young and in good physical shape."
They paid quite well, so I decided to write an email to the address indicated in the ad.
The workshop was in the college of arts faculty. I had to ask the concierge to find it since it was the first time I entered that building.
I knocked on the door of the workshop and it was opened by a man in his thirties. He was a tall, slim man with blond hair, honey-colored eyes, and a trimmed, well-groomed beard. He was wearing tight jeans with rips at the knees that revealed the hair on his legs, a tight white T-shirt, and a brown apron with different colored spots.
"You must be the one who responded to my ad. I am Christian, but everyone calls me Chris. I am the head of the workshop. "
"Nice to meet you, Chris." I said trying to be as polite as possible.
"Come in, don't stay in the hall." He said stepping aside so I could enter. "As you can see, it is a painting workshop. I'm a painter, but that's not enough to eat, so I teach here. "
"I love art. May I have seen some of your work?" I asked with the intention of being nice.
"I really doubt it. I have not exhibited many times and most of the works that I have sold were bought by my friends more out of pain than out of love of art. But that's what there is."
"And what exactly does the job consist of?" I asked wanting to get to the point.
"Yes, that. Sometimes I roll myself up and forget what I wanted to say. I need models for the classes. Don't worry, you don't have to get naked. You simply have to strike a pose and hold it for 45 minutes, which is how long the class lasts. In the end, I'll pay you the $ 50 for the session." He told me trying to see if I accepted.
"I think it's great."
"Great then. Could you today I have a session in 10 minutes, and you would come in handy. "
"Sure, no problem."
$ 50 for being 45 minutes still. It was perfect.
A few minutes later the students entered the workshop. Each one took his place. They were a mixed group in their early twenties, all of them college students.
Chris addressed the group, who already seemed to know him, as if I were nothing new in the classroom. After a few short words he addressed me.
"Okay, sit in this chair." He said pointing to a chair in the center of the room. "Sit on the edge."
I complied and Chris proceeded to reposition my posture. He gently pushed my chest until my back was leaning against the back of the chair. He fully stretched my right leg and made me rest my left ankle on a strip that joined the front legs of the chair. With my right hand he held my left knee and let my left arm fall to the ground.
"Close your eyes." He ordered.
I obeyed him, and he cupped my face with his soft, warm hands. He moved my head a bit searching for the desired pose until finally he left it resting on my left shoulder. After this he proceeded to make a few minor touches, covering my entire body with his big hands.
The situation was extremely sensual. I had a great desire to kiss his lips surrounded by his trimmed blond beard. But then it stopped.
"Ok class, do you all see well?" Chris asked.
Several "yes" were heard around me.
"Well, start. You have 45 minutes. "
Time passed slowly. At various times I was tempted to move or scratch somewhere. Finally, I heard a cell phone alarm.
"Okay guys, we're done," Chris said.
I began to hear noise around me as the students began to gather their things.
"You have done great." Chris told me.
"Thanks." I said stretching a bit trying to reposition my body. "It's not that difficult to sit still either."
"You would be surprised. Here come people who seem to be possessed by how they move. Anyway, here you have $ 50." He said, handing me a ticket.
"Thanks."
"Well, I already have your email. If I need you again, I will write to you. "
"And I will be happy to return." And to see your dreamy eyes, I thought.
A couple of weeks went by in which I continued with my usual student life. I continued with my classes, and everything went as usual.
Then I got a new email from Chris telling me if I would be willing to come back promising to pay me double. My answer was more than affirmative since I needed the money and I really wanted to see Chris again.
I arrived at the workshop a few minutes before the class start time as indicated.
"What a joy to see you!" Chris told me when I walked in. "I'm sorry I gave you short notice. It was not clear to me that you were going to accept, not everyone is willing. "
"Well, it's just sitting still for a few minutes. It is not so bad. " I said with a nervous giggle.
"I know it is not a superhuman effort but staying in underwear in front of so many people impose on many guys."
In my excitement to see Chris again, I missed some of the details in his email. But being there I couldn't say no. Chris was over ten years older than me, but he was so cute and hot that I couldn't let him down.
"Well, it's time to get ready." Chris continued. "Take off all your clothes and put them in this closet. Keep only the underpants. After that you can wear this bathrobe until class starts. I'm going to get some materials from the warehouse. "
When I was left alone, my first impulse was to leave without saying anything. But then I thought it wasn't that bad either. In the changing rooms it is very normal to stay in underwear, it was not to be totally naked either. In addition, the money was not bad for me.
So, I did as Chris had told me. I took off my sweatshirt, shoes, socks, and jeans. I only kept the blue boxer-briefs on, which, as tight as they were, marked the family jewels well.
I put my clothes and personal items in the closet and put on my bathrobe. Just then Chris came back with a box that looked quite heavy.
"Let me hold the door for you." I said trying to be of help.
"I appreciate it. Other departments have assistants for these things, but the budget for the plastic arts department is quite limited." Chis commented as he put the box on one of the cabinets.
"Seeing that you have been confined to the basement with the maintenance service, I am not surprised."
"Yes, they don't hide it well." Chris said with a laugh.
Chris began to distribute the things he had brought to the workstations in the classroom. As he did so, he told me a bit about how he had decided to become an artist and spoke to me about his bohemian conception of love. He claimed that he connected with the soul of people regardless of gender or physical appearance.
"By the way, I see that you are not waxing." He said pointing to the opening in the neck of the robe that revealed my hairy chest.
"I don't do it. But if it is a problem, don't worry, what are we going to do." I responded believing that I had found an excuse to escape from there.
"It's not a problem." Chris resolved, displeasing me. "It's just that it's not common these days to find people your age who accept their body hair. I personally like it. "
"Thanks." I said blushing.
The students arrived and took their places. Chris gave them a couple of notes treating me the same aseptic way as before.
"You can take off your bathrobe." He ordered me delicately.
I obeyed and there I was, in my underwear in front of all the students, luckily there was no one I knew.
Chris had placed a small inverted wooden box in the center of the room. He had me put my right foot on the box, my left arm behind my head with my hand touching my hair and my armpit fully visible. My right arm fell relaxed. This time he made me lift my chin a little and keep my eyes open with my gaze fixed on the back of the room.
Once I had the basic posture, Chris began to correct small details. The touch of his hands against my bare skin was extremely erotic. He ran his hands all over my skin, intertwining his fingers with my body hair. That pleasant sensation did not take long to show itself, but this time I didn't have a pair of pants to cover it.
If my boxer-briefs left little to the imagination at first, with the boner that I had developed they did even less. The worst thing was seeing how the students did not flinch.
"Don't worry, it's normal for that to happen." Chris whispered in my ear, who had evidently noticed the tent rising from the center of my crotch to the top of my left thigh.
"Okay guys, you have 45 minutes." Chris said to the class.
During that time all kinds of thoughts crossed my mind. From my day to day as a student, to how sexy Chris was. Even at times my paranoid thoughts were triggered, wanting to see meaning in the faces made by the students who scrutinized my half-naked body with supreme attention.
With this mixture of thoughts, sensations and feelings, my cock went through all possible states. From erect to semi, then erect again, then quickly going limp...
"Well, we are done. Pick up your things and remember that the delivery is the day after tomorrow. I will not give another day. You can cover yourself again." Chris said handing me the robe from earlier.
When the students left, I gathered my clothes and things and got dressed quickly.
"Well, here is what I owe you." Chris said handing me the bills.
"Thanks a lot."
"I really liked how professional you have been. Despite your 'enthusiasm' you have maintained the pose like a pro. It is not an easy thing. Most of the time I have to find a way to cover the model's crotch because they keep trying to cover up. I think you are a very valuable asset to this workshop. "
"It is not a big deal."
"I really mean it. You will hear from me again, I guarantee it. "
"I will be pleased." I said as I left the classroom.
Sure enough, a week later I heard from Chris again. This time he didn't want me for his class, but for his personal work. There was only one drawback, he wanted a full nude, but he was offering me $ 500 for the trouble.
I was mulling over the subject for a couple of days. I finally convinced myself that I didn't have to worry. He was very professional when I got a hard-on in his class, and I was just going to pose for him. So, finally, I accepted his proposal.
Chris answered me very happy and told me that we could meet at his apartment on Saturday afternoon. He sent me the address and asked me not to shave my body.
Saturday arrived and I went to his apartment as we had agreed.
"Hello, was it easy for you to get here?" He asked me as he opened the door for me. He was wearing the same tight white T-shirt and ripped jeans that he used to wear to class, but he was barefoot.
"Yes, I haven't had any problems with your directions." I replied as I walked through the door.
It was a fairly open space with no walls, except for the bathroom that occupied one corner of the apartment. It had a rather outdated little kitchen in one corner and right next to it was a table with three chairs. In the opposite corner was what we could call "the bedroom" made up of a couple of wardrobes, a bedside table with a lamp and a bed made up only of a bed base and a mattress topped with white sheets placed with little care. Several windows with radiators underneath finished off the back of the apartment. The apartment's lighting was made up of several recessed ceiling lights.
The bulk of the space was what could be called a cross between a living room and an art studio. There were two corner sofas, a cabinet with a television in front of them, and a desk with a desktop computer and a laptop. In addition, in this space there was an easel with a stool in front of it, a couple of spotlights like those in a photographic studio, and several blank canvases leaning against the wall.
"How about?" Chris asked when he saw that I was scrutinizing the different spaces of the place.
"I like it, it matches your personality."
"Yes, well, I am into minimalism."
"I don't like stuffy things either." I said tried to bring out the positives.
"Would you like a drink? It usually helps with nerves." Chris offered from the kitchen corner.
"Okay thanks."
Chris pulled out a single glass, put in a couple of ice cubes, and poured rum and Coke into it.
"Here you have." He said offering me the drink with a delicious smile.
"You don't drink?" I asked surprised.
"I go to work; it wouldn't be very professional to drink alcohol. Maybe when we finish. "
"I get it. Do you do this a lot? "
"To do what?" Chris asked.
"Well, bring models to your apartment."
"No, I usually paint what comes up in my mind. I only bring models in which I see something special and inspiring. "
"Does that mean that I am special?" I said with a giggle.
"Everyone is special and unique, what happens is that there is something that catches my attention."
"And what do I have that catches your attention?" I asked intrigued.
"That's what you are here for, to find out. I still don't know what it is, and the best way to know is by showing yourself as you are. The best way for an artist to discover their model is by viewing his nakedness. Thus, a genuine connection is produced between minds."
"I've never seen it like this, but it makes sense."
"I see you have already finished your drink. You can leave your things and your clothes on my bed. "
"Ok."
Well, the talk was over, and the moment of truth had arrived. I made my way to the bed in the corner while Chris set a canvas on the easel, prepared his supplies, and put on the apron he used to wear in the workshop.
I was taking off my clothes with some agility until I was in my underwear. Luckily for me it wasn't too cold. I took a deep breath to get off my nerves and lowered my boxer-briefs to my ankles.
With some shyness I grabbed my package with my right hand to try to hide it a bit and went to where Chris was.
"Do not be shy." Chris said removing my hand from between my legs. "Being naked is the most natural thing in the world and one of the most beautiful things that exist. You must be in harmony with your body. "
"Ok-okay." I said shyly.
"Well, for starters, sit on the couch. In a position in which you are comfortable. "
I obeyed and simply sat on the sofa with my legs slightly spread, my arms at my sides falling without energy on the sofa seats and my genitals resting on the upholstery defeated by gravity.
"Support your back well and place your arms on the backrest." Chris ordered me. "Like this, perfect."
Then he pulled out a camera and I quickly closed my legs and grabbed my family jewels with both hands in a clear startled gesture.
"We didn't say anything about photos." I said with a certain angry tone.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to publish them. It's just for reference. I'm not going to have you here for hours and hours until I finish the paintings. So, I can continue working when you are away. Trust me." He said in his soft seductive and reassuring voice.
"Alright." I said while recovering the previous pose.
Chris took a couple of full-length photos and then a few of a few details, including one of my private parts. Once this was done, he began to work on the canvas. Every so often he would look at me with his delightful eyes and then work on the canvas for a while. At first, I felt vulnerable to him, but as the minutes passed, I began to feel a connection between the two. When about 50 minutes had passed Chris went to the bathroom. When he came back, he said:
"Well, enough with this pose. Let's try something else. Lie down with your head to your right. "
"L-Like this?" I asked while taking the position.
"Perfect." Chris said. This time he moved closer to position me as he wanted. First, he placed a couple of cushions behind my back so that my left shoulder was elevated. He placed my right hand on the floor and my left hand resting on the cushions. Then he fully stretched my right leg and flexed my left leg leaving my knee up.
With the change in posture my private parts had fallen relatively between my thighs, something that Chris was not convinced with. Without saying anything to me he gently placed my nuts on my right thigh and placed my uncut cock towards my stomach.
That was the decisive moment for my manhood to awaken.
"Sorry. If you wait, it may get off. " I said dead of shame.
"I like it that way. It is the male nature. "
He then proceeded to take the required photographs, but this time he took several pictures of my balls and my hard dick.
Chris began his creative process on a new canvas. As expected, without further encouragement my boner began to deflate.
"Keep it hard." Chris said.
"Sorry?"
"Touch yourself when you get off."
I moved my right arm and started jerking off until my cock was awake enough. Then Chris followed. I had to stimulate myself a couple more times, it was weird to jack off in front of a fully clothed man. I was holding my erections less and less from the pressure until Chris stopped and walked over to me.
"Let's see if it improves that way." He said as he grabbed my dick with his right hand.
He started to fiercely jerk me off until my cock was rock hard. We looked deeply into each other's eyes and without saying anything he raptly kissed my mouth. I grabbed his head with my left hand and untied his apron with my right hand.
I can't remember how I took off his apron and shirt while still kissing him. He had quite a bit of blond hair on his pecs and abs ideally defined on his lean body. Then I grabbed his crotch above his pants, and I could feel his boner growing furiously.
He took off his belt and I unbuttoned his jeans. Since he wasn't wearing boxers, which didn't surprise me, the pressure of his stiff flesh was enough to release it. From his clearly trimmed pubic hair protruded a beautiful uncircumcised veiny cock about 6.5" long.
He was standing and I was sitting. So, his manhood was right at the level of my mouth. Without thinking twice, I opened my mouth and put everything I could of his tool into it, which was almost all of it. Then he started moving his hips fucking my face in the process.
His breathing quickened and his moans grew louder and longer with each thrust towards my throat. Then a deep and loud moan came out of him, and I began to feel his member pulse until I felt strong jets of his delicious man juice come out.
I didn't know Chris well enough to swallow his cum, so I decided to play with it in my open mouth for a bit so he could see it. Then I let it fall down my chin and neck, seeping through my beard hair.
Chris must have liked that because he kissed me again passionately, knelt down to keep up with me, and started pounding my cock like crazy with his right hand. In a few minutes I noticed a sensation that arose from my nuts that were strongly attracted to my body. Still kissing Chris with his cum still on my beard, my cock exploded, throwing my special sauce onto Chris' chest.
"Not bad for a kid your age." Chris said as he spread my cum across his chest.
"Neither are you for yours." I responded by touching my chin.
Then Chris took some of my cum and spread it over his cock. With a few taps it was back to life and ready for action.
"I want to fuck you." Chris said.
"Do it." I ordered him.
Chris went to his bed for a moment and came back with his dick encased in a condom and a bottle of lube. He turned me around and positioned me with my chest resting on the top of the back of the sofa and my knees resting on the seats. Authoritatively he spread my legs a little and I could feel how a cold liquid fell through the middle of the slit of my ass.
Chris spread the lube with his hand like he was kneading. Then I noticed he introduced one of his fingers inside me until he identified my prostate. I let out a soft moan and that encouraged him to insert two fingers. In this situation, my respiratory rate suddenly increased.
"I'm going there." He whispered in my ear.
Then I noticed how something thicker was introduced in my ass. Slowly and steadily, he inserted his tool until I felt his pubic hair press against my skin. Chris stayed that way for a few seconds and then began to move in and out slowly.
After a couple of movements, I began to respond by moving my hips. Little by little the movement increased, and Chris began to do some lateral movements that no one had ever done to me.
Chris alternated fast, frantic thrusts with less frequent bestial thrusts. All this accompanied by his lateral movements. Every now and then he would push my head down or tug at my hair.
I was absorbed by the sensation of his strong member fucking me and the touch of his soft and warm skin covered with fine and silky hair against mine. It wasn't the biggest dick I had ever been fucked with, but the experience brought by age made Chris an expert fucker.
Then Chris pushed me to my right, and I fell back against the couch. Without a word he put my back against the upholstery and climbed onto the sofa. He put my legs up, allowing easy access to my ass, and penetrated me again.
The rhythm of penetrations was similar as before, what changed now is that from time to time he kissed me and did not stop jerking me off.
We stayed that way for several minutes until I noticed an orgasm growing inside me again.
"I'm going to come." I spoke.
Then Chris left all his virile member inserted inside me and he masturbated me with much more intensity. Then I noticed a rising pulsation in my anus and a modest amount of cream came out of my cock to fall on my abs.
Chris kissed me and fucked me furiously again. After a few minutes he moaned loudly, and I felt his tool pulsing within me. Chris kissed me and went to the bathroom to get a couple of towels to clean us up.
"Well, I think we can put it down for today. You can get dressed again. " Chris said trying to catch his breath.
"I agree with you."
I went to his bed and started dressing.
"It has been nice." I told Chris.
"Quite." He told me as he left me a wad of bills on the bed. "You have a lot of stamina."
"Thank you" I said laughing as I finished dressing.
I was heading for the door when Chris stopped me.
"Look, I want to tell you something." Chris said. "My work as an artist doesn't give me food and the classes don't pay well either. To get some extra money, well, I do webcam broadcasts, you know, for adults. "
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, I do live broadcasts where I get naked and do things in exchange for money. Normally I just jerk off, but sometimes I've done things with other people. "
"Why are you telling me this?" I said with a more than obvious gesture of fear.
"Because I would like to broadcast with you. It would give you 30% of the benefits of the session." He said with a calm that scared me even more.
"You didn't ..."
"Oh, no. Of course, I haven't recorded you." Chris interrupted me. "I would never do anything without your consent."
"Could you let me think about it for a couple of days?" I asked wanting to flee the apartment.
"Yeah right. Take your time. The offer will always be there. "
Without saying anything else, I left Chris's house and ran down the stairs to escape as soon as possible. I got to my room as quickly as I was able to without realizing how I managed to cross half the city so fast.
The first thing I did upon arrival was block Chris' contact. Then I took the things out of my pockets and the bills he had given me fell out. At that very moment I felt like a prostitute. I don't remember what I did with that money.
I never heard from Chris again. I did not get to know if he finished his paintings on me or if he ever intended to paint them.
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