The Embarrassment of Riches

The Embarrassment of Riches Chapter Seventeen: The Role Model

The people, places and events in this story are entirely fictional and any resembelences to real people, real places or real events would be awesome.

Time flies when you're having fun.

Johnnie had been having very little fun looking for a job; his parents had supported him to go to university but he couldn't live off them forever. He couldn't live off them now that he had quit his course. They hadn't been angry and claimed not to be disappointed, though Johnnie thought they must be on some level. Mostly his parents were happy he was recovering from his brain injury and happy he was making choices about his future. As long as he was actually making choices and trying to plan a future.

Johnnie also could not continue to live rent free on E.J.'s good graces forever.

February had just flown by and gave way to a March that gave hope of a pleasant spring. Johnnie had been out of hospital for the best part of six weeks now but had taken to haunting the University and joining the gang for lunch. He was currently sitting on a bench outside the Elizabeth Blackadder building, the art department at the King James VI University campus. He had arranged to meet Calvin, Daniel and Tom for lunch and had arrived early for lack of anything else to do.

"Hello, stranger," said voice from above.

Johnnie had been sitting reading, his concentration on the book rather than the man who had sneaked up on him: Dean Carlisle.

As ever, the sight of the man who had been his high school teacher, University lecturer and major crush brought back memories for Johnnie. The memories were predominantly sexual given the forbidden tryst he and Calvin had had with the teacher.

"Hi, Mr Carlisle," Johnnie replied.

"Dean," he corrected; "You can call me Dean since I'm not teaching today and you're not a student anymore either. From what I understand."

"Does this mean I'm not allowed on campus anymore?" Johnnie joked.

Dean shrugged, "Dunno. How are you?"

The question was serious and asked with real concern.

"I'm better, or getting better at least. I'm actually looking for a job," Johnnie admitted for lack of anything else to say.

Dean ignored Johnnie's attempt to avoid the conversation about his recovery; "I heard you had a pretty serious problem?" Dean asked tapping his forehead with his index finger.

"I did but I got better," Johnnie unconsciously drew his finger along the scar that was almost hidden by his eyebrow.

"I'm sorry you decided to leave the course," Dean said carefully. "We never had a lot of opportunity to talk even though I'm one of the lecturers and academic supervisors."

"You can supervise me doing other things if you like," Johnnie replied, the flirtation coming out as if on automatic pilot.

They both laughed and neither took it too seriously but it gave Dean the beginning of an idea.

"I'll miss you and Calvin's antics in my class, I couldn't help but notice you undressing at the start of last term," Dean said.

Johnnie was shocked that Dean had seen him, though plenty of people ended up seeing the playing out of his humiliation. More than that, Johnnie was shocked at how long ago that day had been. Five months or so?

"I didn't realise you'd noticed," Johnnie replied.

"You took off all your clothes in my class; do you think I'm blind?" Dean asked good-naturedly.

"I guess not," admitted Johnnie.

"Listen, if you're looking for some fast work there might be something you would be interested in," Dean said. He scribbled down a number and handed it over, hitching his finger indicatively towards the Blackadder building; "A friend is looking for a life model."

As job prospects go, it wasn't what Johnnie had in mind; he had fears about what would be expected of him at his interview, namely that it would require a `physical' but he was willing to take his chances. Johnnie had a short telephone conversation and arranged to meet Mike Hale just after lunch.

Mike was a rather good looking man: average height and build yet sporting a rock-solid physique. He looked like if you punched him in the gut, you'd break your fist. He had a thick Glasgow accent to go with his wee hard man exterior but when he spoke he was filled with gentle good humour.

Neither had spoken since saying hello and as they stared at each other they were either going to have to start dating or start talking.

"Our mutual friend Dean told us about you," Mike said.

"He's not exactly my friend," admitted Johnnie.

"Well, whatever. He said you'd look good naked, like Gok Wan but withoot the T.V. cameras," Joked Mike.

"You're going to ask me to take my clothes off, aren't you?" Johnnie asked as he looked around the deserted art room.

Mike was tempted to say yes; "That's no' necessary. Men and women come in all shapes and sizes. My class isn't recreatin' Michelangelo's David."

Johnnie was tickled by the comment but wondered why then they had to meet.

"Coz sometimes idiots agree tae model then don't know they need tae get naked," Mike answered.

"I'm fine with that," Johnnie replied.

"Cool, the class is this evenin' at seven. You mind turnin' up a half hour early?" Mike asked.

"That's fine." Johnnie replied, though now he was wondering what Mike had planned to have his class draw if he hadn't happened to turn up today. Instead, Johnnie asked: "Is it a university class?"

"No, it's a little class I run for budding artists in the community. Some of them are alright, some of them are pish. But it's just a bit of fun for ages sixteen to seventy," Mike replied.

Johnnie wasn't sure how he felt about seventy year olds checking him out and hoped it was hyperbole on Mike's part.

He would find out soon.

It was in some ways better that the class had been sprung on Johnnie with very little notice because if he had had the time to dwell on it he might have chickened out. He arrived at the Elizabeth Blackadder building to find the main door locked; a light shower began as Johnnie worked his way around the side of the building until he found an open door.

A corridor or two later, he heard voices that let him to Mike who was talking to a young and handsome man who looked to be around Johnnie's age. The lad was wearing slim black jeans and a tight short sleeved t-shirt that showed off his slim waist, decent upper body and beefy arms; he also had big brown eyes and a sallow complexion that implied a Mediterranean heritage. Or a the use of a sunbed.

"Johnnie, hi," called Mike.

Johnnie hadn't heard the conversation between them but it must have been more or less concluded for neither made to finish it in his presence.

"Johnnie, this is Dave," Mike said, and then corrected himself; "David."

"Hi David," Johnnie replied and extended his hand to be shaken.

"Hi, nice to meet you," David replied and seemed genuinely pleased to make acquaintance.

The hand was held a fraction of a second too long and David blushed just slightly around the cheeks when Johnnie met his eye.

"We normally work in this room and for life modellin'," Mike said, his Glasgow accent continuing to shave consonants off the end of his words. "Usually a session would last half an hour and I'd hold two sessions back tae back but I thought it'd be good to merge the classes today."

"Oh, ok. What does that mean?" Johnnie asked, wondering if it made much difference to him; it would still be an hour of so out of his time regardless of the size of the class.

"I'm tryin' to make arrangements for another venue," Mike replied at which point his phone rang; "Jus' slip your stuff aff here while I finish makin' arrangements. David will look after you," Mike finished before answering his phone and leaving the room.

Johnnie felt a bit funny about stripping in front of a man he had barely met but he was about to be seen totally naked in front of a lot of men he had never met so it seemed a bit pointless to be shy now. Johnnie pulled off his jacket and hung it over the back of a chair and then pulled off his hooded top, which was a little damp from the light rainfall that had started as he arrived. He slipped off his trainers and socks, pulled off his t-shirt and removed his jeans.

During the entire disrobing, David had kept busy enough so as to not look like he was just going to stand and watch Johnnie strip but by the time Johnnie was down to his boxers, David hadn't gotten much done.

David smiled at Johnnie who wasn't sure whether to whip the final item off yet or not.

"Everything," David said in his polite and soft, yet authoritative, voice

Johnnie imagined, whatever David did for a living or whatever he was studying at the university, he did so with equal confidence and command as he held right now.

Johnnie pushed the boxers down and showed David his dick.

Now that Johnnie was naked, David dropped all pretence of trying not to look at him. He came towards Johnnie and put his hand on the middle of Johnnie's chest, then slid his fingers up and across one of his nipples before finishing the sweep of his hand over Johnnie's clavicle and shoulder.

Johnnie's cock gave a twitch at the attention.

"Let me just lock your clothes away," David said deliberately to enhance Johnnie's discomfort.

With his clothes locked away, Johnnie was totally naked and subject to the grace of others to get his clothes back; only his trainers remained in the room which Johnnie noticed without consciously registering its significance.

When David returned he came back with a casual white shirt that was at least one size too big for Johnnie; "Sorry, I don't know where Mike left the robe that models usual use but I found a shirt you can use just now. Lift up your arms and I'll help you."

Johnnie's cock twitched again.

Johnnie lifted his arms to expose his pits and felt his total nudity in the university art room highlighted by the white fluorescent lights. David slipped the sleeves of the shirt over Johnnie's uplifted arms and pulled it down over Johnnie's head.

David took the opportunity to check Johnnie out even closer and once the shirt was on, David brought his soft pink lips to Johnnie's mouth and kissed him, pressing his body against Johnnie's. David's hands slid around back and groaped Johnnie's arse while lifting the back hem of the shirt. Johnnie's cock came to full attention and poked out the bottom of the shirt.

Johnnie noticed that the shirt was too big and so came to the upper-middle of his thighs but the lowest button was undone and so opened the bottom of the shirt to reveal Johnnie's penis with ease, at least while it was erect. Were he flaccid, Johnnie hoped he would be just about covered up although his testicles might peek out but it was hard to tell while he was erect. The top four buttons were also undone, exposing most of Johnnie's chest; also, because the shirt was too big, it slipped to the right to show off most of his shoulder.

When David parted from the kiss, he licked his lower lip and made a sound of pleasure, like he had just eaten something delicious.

"So, what does your cock taste like?" David asked with enthusiasm.

"Do you think I'm offering free samples?" Johnnie asked teasingly.

"Are you?"

Johnnie nodded once.

It had been months and months since he had had a blow job or sex. He hadn't even masturbated since going into hospital back in December so the thought of a handsome man sucking his penis was very appealing. Johnnie certainly wasn't going to discourage it.

While Johnnie sat on the closest chair, David dropped to his knees in front of him and pushed the shirt up. David's hand was warm as it gripped Johnnie's hard on and pulled back to expose the entire head. Gingerly, David licked the bulbous end of Johnnie's cock which caused Johnnie to moan with satisfaction. David could taste pre-cum on his tongue and went back for another lick which started with the underside of Johnnie's shaft where it meets the balls and ended with a sweep across the underside of the sensitive head.

David slowly and cautiously put his lips to Johnnie's cock and gave it a big and deep kiss. Then he sooked Johnnie's head into his mouth and let it pop out again. Johnnie was not sure how wise it was to cum right before going on display but he was hardly thinking about that now.

David was taking more of Johnnie's penis in his mouth now, lowering his head to take as much of it as he could and wetting the entire organ with his mouth. Johnnie could not help but place his hand on the top of David's head but not to push it down, rather his hand caressed the side of David's face and swept stray hair back behind David's ear.

When David came up for breath, he smiled happily and looked up from his position on the floor.

"That was... wow," David said.

"So, what does it taste like?" Johnnie asked.

David shrugged, unable to think of a word that described the flavours his tongue had just sampled; "Not sure," he eventually replied.

David casually took Johnnie's cock and stroked it while they chatted.

"Ok," Johnnie replied, then flippantly asked; "Better or worse than the last cock you tried?"

David looked up again and a little embarrassedly replied; "I've never tried before. I'm only sixteen."

Johnnie didn't react immediately but even as an irresponsible nineteen year old, he knew better than to let David continue. No matter how hot and mature the boy was. And he was really very hot and looked very mature; he was also at the age of consent which at least spared Johnnie fears of jail time.

They were spared awkward discussion on the matter by a knock on the door which gave Johnnie just enough time to tug the shirt back over his erection and for David to stand before Mike came back in. If Mike noticed David's closeness to Johnnie's side or the bulge in his tight jeans, even tighter given the (nearly) seven inch cock that was pressing within them, or Johnnie's own poorly obscured hard on, he did not comment.

"I got it sorted," Mike said triumphantly; "We'll move the venue across campus. A lucked out with the round room," Mike announced.

Johnnie had only been in the round room once or twice. It was located in the Alexander Thomson building where the majority of the University's offices and administration were located; it also housed conferences and registration events. The round room did exactly what it said on the tin (as Ronseal would say) because it really was big and round. Its walls were two stories tall with the upper circle surrounded by glass to provide a view of the entire hall from the upper level. The round room was smack in the centre of the Thomson building with the upper viewing level subject to a traffic of people going to and from the library and study rooms.

Johnnie balked slightly at the thought of posing in the round room but Mike swiftly moved on before he could think to object.

"Ah, fuck," Mike said as he noticed the shirt Johnnie was wearing; "I forgot tae bring the robe back with me. A jus' had it cleaned an' all."

That was the limit of Mike's lament for he was keen to get going.

"Anyway. C'mon then. Let's head over, right?" Mike asked.

Johnnie was too stunned by being half-way sucked off by a boy three years his junior to make any comment, sensible or otherwise. Luckily Mike's dialogue had given Johnnie's erection time to subside. He slipped on the trainers that David had dutifully brought over and made to follow Mike from the art room. David smiled mischievously and reached across himself with his right hand and with a flick of his fingers undid one of the remaining buttons of Johnnie's shirt.

Johnnie looked at him with astonishment but could hardly say anything without bringing more attention to himself. It left only the second and third buttons from the bottom still fastened; Johnnie's chest was wildly exposed and he was all too aware of the chance of his penis and testicles giving a flash due to the lack of bottom button. Johnnie held the bottom of the shirt at the front in an effort to keep everything covered but at the back, Johnnie felt like his arse was on display; the hem of the shirt came low enough to cover it but if he bent over... well, he'd just have to make sure he did not bend over.

Mike was chatting away but Johnnie was finding it hard to follow, it wasn't until Mike pushed the door to exit the Blackadder building that Johnnie spoke up again.

"Eh, where... Why are we going outside?" Johnnie asked.

"How else will we get to the Thomson building?" Mike replied as if it were obvious, and stepped out to be followed by Johnnie and young David.

It was dark out which ought to have offered some cover but for the floodlights and lampposts set all around the courtyard through which the three had to pass to get to the correct building. David walked along side Johnnie and again swiftly popped a button on the shirt before Johnnie could react - he was too busy trying to keep his privates covered. Only one button held the shirt closed now, the one located around Johnnie's belly button.

Johnnie had been too busy freaking out about being almost naked outside to notice the light rain was still on and liable to chill him if he wasn't back inside quickly. Droplet's fell on Johnnie's thick caramel brown hair, which was probably due a trim; the rain speckled the exposed parts of his chest and trickled down his naked legs. The shirt was starting to cling to him by the time they got to the Thomson building and pushed their way in.

If anything, Johnnie felt even more exposed in the reception of the admin building than he had outside. There was still a lot of people around despite the evening hour and men took no time at all to notice Johnnie.

The shirt was not soaked through but where the rain had fallen and where it now clung to his skin, it had become transparent. Johnnie's creamy skin showed through the white fabric and his brown nipples had formed muted spots on his chest. The wet hem stuck to Johnnie's bum, following its curve and revealing the flawless bare skin beneath. Worst was up front where, although Johnnie's hands were in the way, his dark pubes still stood out against the wet white material.

Mike carried on regardless, but the boys and men who had spotted him had caught on that something special was happening and made to follow. Johnnie was too busy being ushered into the round room to hear or notice them being turned away but behind the closed door they were directed to the upper gallery.

The round room was already busy with more than a dozen artists chatting away and easels awaiting Johnnie's arrival. Johnnie was led to the very centre of the room where a platform had been erected with a couple of boxes draped with white cloth on which Johnnie could sit or lean or pose against.

"Sorry to keep you's all waitin'," Mike called above the noise that had died the moment they saw Johnnie in his nearly naked splendour. "Johnnie, would you take off your trainers and shirt?"

Mike asked so casually and ignored the state Johnnie was in with such expert nonchalance that Johnnie simply complied.

Johnnie slipped his feet out of the trainers and then stepped up onto the platform; the cloth covering the floor of the platform was soft and dry and almost warm against his bare feet.

Then Johnnie pulled the shirt up and off and was naked before everyone.

Johnnie was given a fluffy towel to dry the rain off and to warm his skin; when he was finished, Johnnie handed the towel back to David. Johnnie could not help but examine the handsome boy and think about his lips but then he had to try and drag his mind out of the gutter or else he'd be even more humiliated than he already had been.

Johnnie tried not to look to the upper gallery from where a great many men were now watching and drooling over every inch of his exposed body.

He felt a little self conscious. He felt a lot self conscious.

Johnnie was acutely aware that he had lost a lot of weight while in hospital; in the five, nearly six, weeks since leaving hospital Johnnie had taken gentle exercise to regain muscle definition. Right now he was still a little reedy and not in the condition he would have preferred to be when in a room full of clothed men while he was totally naked. And there returned the sensation of humiliation.

"Johnnie, this is my art class. Class, this is Johnnie Barring," Mike said.

Mike deliberately name checked Johnnie so fully to add to his embarrassment and sure enough Johnnie did blush before the dozen-plus artists. Johnnie noticed David stood beside two boys of around the same age and he guessed one was also sixteen like David and the other looked a year older. Most of the artists looked to be between the ages of eighteen and twenty-five but a few were older; none appeared to be the sixty that Mike had teased earlier but certainly one man was north of forty.

"I think we're still missin' some people so we'll wait a few more minutes," Mike said.

Johnnie could hardly believe he was being kept like this when they weren't even ready; he felt exposed. Probably because he was exposed.

It was only a few minutes before the final artist arrived and Johnnie should have known who it would be: Dean Carlisle. He didn't even try to hide his amusement at the sight of Johnnie naked on the stage of the round room but his amusement arose from a sense of deep arousal.

"Right, so let's let goin' then. Johnnie, would you like to face me? Ta," Mike had moved to the right hand side of the group that was facing Johnnie, or the left hand side from Johnnie's perspective.

This just happened to make Johnnie face David and Dean who had taken up position next to each other.

As Johnnie faced the men watching him, he could feel his skin grow hot - whether because of the lights or the heavy breathing of his audience was unclear.

But although Johnnie was a fine specimen, Johnnie saw predominantly serious faces. The electricity in the room had been conducted by the state of Johnnie's arrival and he was now regarded as simply the object of today's class.

"Righto, Johnnie. Put your right foot forward. Bend your knees a little. Right hand on your right knee to support yourself. Let your left arm dangle. Look straight ahead... Great." Mike's instructions were punctuated by enough time for Johnnie to make each adjustment.

David and Dean within Johnnie's direct eye line was a rather nice view though. But it was hard to concentrate because each time either of the two beautiful guys looked up at him, their eyes undressed him. So to speak.

Although Johnnie could not see what any of the artists before him were drawing, he imagined he could hear each scrape of the pencil against the paper. In the corner of his eye, a few of the men were positioned to render Johnnie's lovely arse.

Johnnie's eyes were drawn to movement from David's left hand which casually rubbed his crotch. A moment later, Johnnie felt a twitch in his own dick. David's lips were pulled by a smile as the fingers on his left hand slowly traced the outline of an expanding cock which was long and thick. Johnnie's cock filled with blood and enlarged slowly, peeling back to reveal the head of his erection which was still shiny from his previous excitement.

Johnnie's cock was seven inch big and now displayed to everyone in the room.

It was not just everyone in the room, the upper gallery from where a growing crowd of people were gathering were also watching but Johnnie's gaze was fixed to the boys and men directly in front of him.

David seemed delighted to see Johnnie's hard cock again, Dean seemed shocked and everyone else's expression ranged from delight to astonishment. Ordinarily if a life model got erect during a session, the session would be terminated but that was a convention that was bound to be ignored by Mike.

Johnnie's cock throbbed and, now that he was hard, Johnnie felt empowered to continue. Consciously contracting the bulbospongiosus muscle caused Johnnie's cock to bounce provocatively and several people sniggered under the illusion that Johnnie's reaction was entirely involuntary. True, Johnnie would not have stroked himself to erection up on the stage but he had volunteered to be a model and he was well aware of being conventionally attractive and desirable. Johnnie took further control - much to the delight of the entire crowd both in the room and up above - by swingingg his left arm forward and on the back swing took a hold of his hard cock and stroked it.

With his eyes on David and Dean, for he could not stop imagining each of them and sometimes in scenarios together. Johnnie repeatedly gripped and stroked every few minutes to keep his penis erect. Johnnie was exhilarated by the experience; patting his pubes with the palm of his hand before rubbing his hand across the top of his dick and then kneading the head with the palm of his hand and his fingers rubbing underneath.

Something caused Johnnie's eyes to finally shift from David and Dean which was when he took in the sight of a very tall and cute man. His hair was very short and blonde, his eyes cornflower blue; he was wearing a robe but his body underneath was obviously toned and sculpted, his legs were long and had a fine dusting of fair hair.

He was wearing a robe?

The voice was inquisitive and directed towards Johnnie but offered to anyone who cared to answer; "And who the fuck is this?"

"Oh, Aaron I'm really sorry, mate I must have accidentally double booked on models today." Mike delivered his lie convincingly but Johnnie caught a look in Aaron's eye that told him neither of them had believed it.

A whole half hour must have passed by now so Johnnie relaxed his pose and stood upright, thus his penis stuck straight out like a weapon.

"You'll put someone's eye out with that," said Aaron.

"You should keep well back then," Johnnie suggested innocently.

Aaron smiled provocatively; "Can't do that. Might as well make the most of the two of us now I'm here."

With that Aaron pulled his robe open and dropped it to the floor.

He was shit hot!

Hollywood leading actor hot!

Makes most guys feel inadequate hot!

Aaron looked to be around twenty years old and was extremely comfortable being naked as he stepped up onto the stage and took up a position beside Johnnie, even daring to casually take a hold of Johnnie's penis and give it a firm tug.

"Well, if you're both ok with modelling together maybe we could create something really nice to watch," Mike suggested; the word "nice" slightly underplaying the possibilities given the stock he had at his disposal.

Aaron crossed the stage and pulled one of the cloth-covered boxes forward; he looked up and saw the viewers from the gallery above and grinned to show off his perfect white teeth. With most of the artists at the front of the stage, Aaron stood in profile to them so they were on his right hand side and then parked his bottom on the edge of the box. Aaron bent his left leg and put his left hand on the knee while straightening out his right leg and putting his right hand on that knee. Then he shifted just slightly to his right so his chest and crotch were a little more visible to the artists – and of course to most of the expectant spectators.

"Why don't I sit here," suggested Aaron; "And..."

"Johnnie."

"And Johnnie can think of an appropriate position," Aaron finished, and with this he lifted his left hand and curled it around the right side of his penis, stroking his balls and kneading them until his cock began to rise.

Aaron's eyes met Johnnie's as his hand gripped his dick and pulled on it until it was completely hard. It was difficult to tell without measuring but it was one of the biggest cock's Johnnie had ever seen; it was a fifth under eight inches, curved just slightly to the left with blue veins just under the surface of the skin. The head of Aaron's monster cock dribbled lubricant and invited Johnnie to like it off.

With everyone watching and waiting to see what would happen next, Jonnie went towards Aaron and dropped to his knees. Johnnie's knees were parted quite wide to expose himself completely and he leaned forward to put his left hand just above Aaron's erection, his thumb and index finger on either side of Aaron's belly button. Johnnie's other hand took a firm grip of his own cock and his final artistic decision was to lean forward and slip his lips over Aaron's bell-end.

It was a difficult half hour for Johnnie to stroke his own cock enough to maintain his erection but to avoid actually cumming. He also had to suck the head of Aaron's cock without it slipping out of his mouth, without deep throating the entire penis and without causing Aaron to cum either. Aaron took some delight in the attention and it was in a way he never had before. It was as if seeing Johnnie naked and wanking off was something he had always dreamed of doing but never could because it was not generally acceptable behaviour for a life model.

Aaron, unlike Johnnie, could still look around the room and his eyes were particularly drawn to the upper gallery of spectators looking into the round room. He could see occasional flashes and felt certain, for if he were watching this it is what he would do, that camera's were recording photos and film of the entire event.

Johnnie enjoyed occasionally pulling Aaron's attention away from the sights around him by rapidly flicking his tongue across the underside of Aaron's hard penis - testing the cluster of pleasurable nerve endings to their limits.

Mike was moving between the artists and making occasional comments. It was Aaron who caught the signal that it was almost time to wrap up the session and he nodded his understanding.

"Hey, Johnnie. Finish me off now would you?" Aaron said.

Johnnie lifted his eyes to see Aaron's face, while keeping the head of his cock in his mouth. Johnnie saw the lad was serious to sucked and swirled his tongue around and eventfully descended his head to take as much of the cock as he could. Johnnie trusted he was not ruining anyone's drawings by changing position now for surely the cock's were as rendered as they could possibly be after a half hour session. The shaft was wet with pre-cum and saliva as Johnnie's head lifted and the time and teasing had taken its toll because Johnnie was barely paying attention to the head of Aaron's cock again when he came in Johnnie's mouth.

Aaron's spasm of climax must have been visible to everyone because there was an audible gasp that Johnnie could hear even over the loud moan emanating from Aaron's mouth. Copious cum poured from Johnnie's mouth as he struggled to swallow it all; Johnnie took more of the cock in his mouth to catch some of the cum he missed and then took it out of his mouth to lick the entire organ clean. Johnnie's tongue licked up the length of the shaft and a final squeeze of Aaron's penis oozed the remnants of cum from the cum slit.

Johnnie still hadn't cum and his hopes of getting off were dashed by the activity of the artists packing up. The crowds were dispersing and Johnnie realised the university was literally going to be locked up for the night within the next half hour.

"That was great," Aaron said and surprised Johnnie with a gentle and tongue-free kiss on the lips; "Maybe see you around some time."

Johnnie doubted that but returned the sentiment. He was relieved that neither David nor Dean had left yet. Johnnie still felt a pang of guilt for looking at David but the sexy boy's eyes were filled with such admiration for what he saw in Johnnie that it was hard to not feel desirable.

"Johnnie, that was... really... something," Dean said.

"Yea, it was something," Johnnie agreed.

Dean looked a little awkward given the number of people still nearby watching and listening to Johnnie. He looked like he had something to say or ask but bottled it with the approach of Mike.

"You were right, Dean, this guy was the perfect model," Mike said

Dean smiled but had nothing to add.

"Same time next week?" Mike asked Johnnie.

Johnnie actually laughed. He had enjoyed the session but it didn't feel like one he should repeat too frequently. For one thing someone in authority at the university was bound to hear about this eventually and Johnnie did not want anyone to get into trouble.

"I think I'll skip next week," Johnnie replied diplomatically.

Mike laughed at that, "Aye, ok. Listen, David will take you back tae get your stuff if that's alright."

It wasn't a question so Johnnie just nodded.

"Hey, maybe... maybe I'll see you around sometime?" Johnnie asked Dean and the man's eyes betrayed how keen he was for this to come true.

"That would be nice," Dean replied.

"C'mon, we better get going," David said, retaking Johnnie's attention.

David started to walk towards the door leading out of the round room when Johnnie called to him.

"Wait, here's the shirt I was wearing?" Johnnie asked; he had retrieved his trainers and was slipping his bare feet into them but the only item of clothing he had been wearing was still missing.

David turned and gave a cursory glance around then shrugged theatrically.

"Dunno," David replied; "Do you really need it?"

Johnnie grinned and shared his smile with Mike, Aaron, Dean and the few others still in the room.

"I guess not," Johnnie replied.

With that David set off for the exit again. Still totally naked, Johnnie followed behind the sixteen year old as they ventured into the night.

Johnnie walked bare arsed naked into the reception area; the round room had been one thing, but here was a thoroughfare for the entire university. Luckily the reception was not manned at this time at night but the building would shortly be locked up by janitorial staff. Never the less, even at eight o'clock at night there was still people about, many had been spectators to Johnnie sucking off Aaron and had come down for a closer look.

Every inch of Johnnie's skin felt the eyes of the men watching him, checking out his cock and balls and his tight arse. David spared Jonnie prolonged exposure to being perved on by leading him promptly through reception and out the main door. The night was cold and Johnnie's skin turned to goose flesh as he traversed the thankfully short distance back to the Blackadder building. Again Johnnie was confronted by stunned gazes and looks ranging from delight to ridicule, especially as his privates cooled and retraced. Out of pride he gave his penis a tug or two to keep it a respectable sight.

David opened the side door and let Johnnie back inside and then back to the room where it had all began. David had gone to his bag to searching for the key to unlock the storeroom where Johnnie's stuff was being kept safe before he finally turned to look at Johnnie again. When David finally noticed how cold Johnnie was, he seemed to feel bad about it.

"Come here," David said and wrapped his arms around Johnnie.

The embrace was warm and very kind, with David rubbing sensation back into Johnnie's skin. The room was surprisingly warm and within minutes Johnnie felt quite toasty. In fact, David's embrace was quickly becoming sensual rather than essential. Johnnie felt available blood flowing to his penis and when it started to rise, Johnnie felt it press into David's hard and muscular thigh.

"Can I touch it again?" David asked.

Johnnie found himself nodding before really thinking about the consequences. The boy wrapped a hand around Johnnie's cock and squeezed; he did not wank it, tug it, jerk it or stroke it – he just held it in a firm grip. The weight of it in his hand, the blood pulsing through it until it throbbed.

Johnnie checked David out again, studying his big frame; he looked like the kind of twenty year old American who would be hired to play a teenage high school jock on T.V. Which didn't make what Johnnie was about to do any more acceptable.

Johnnie reached forward with both hands and pulled down the zip of David's jeans.

David had no belt on so the button fastening the waist was easily popped and the jeans sprang open. David was taken aback and stood stupidly impotent to act, though still holding Johnnie's hard penis, while Johnnie pulled the jeans down to the top of David's thighs. The boy was obviously hard inside and had a nice sized dick. Johnnie pulled the underwear down to the same place as the jeans and took in the sight of the young lad's cock which was around six and a half inch's big, the balls below it filled and ready to shoot. There was passion and indiscretion between them and when they pressed together their penis's clashed and slid against one another.

"Will you fuck me? I've never done it before," David said.

Whatever Johnnie had planned to do next, that probably was not it. David's request brought back some of Johnnie's common sense.

"I probably shouldn't. Don't you want your first time to be with someone special?" Johnnie asked.

"You are special," David replied obtusely but added; "If I fall for someone, fall in love say, I don't want it to be my first time. I want to be good, I figure a bit of practice wouldn't hurt."

Johnnie laughed softly. He saw himself in David: sex was sex, it wasn't always about love. Johnnie used to enjoy sex that wasn't love but then he fell for his best friend... and look how that turned out. Johnnie ended up horney and alone and he hadn't even cum for two months now.

It occurred to Johnnie just then that for the first time in a long time Calvin was not the first person on Johnnie's mind.

"You're... sixteen," Johnnie said miserably.

Miserable because honestly, if Johnnie hadn't been told he would have assumed David was at least nineteen like himself.

"What if I lied?" David said carefully; "What if I just said that to fuck with you?"

Johnnie's eyes brightened; "Did you like?"

"Bend me over," was his only reply.

David turned his back to Johnnie and rooted around inside his bag for a condom and lube – always be prepared! Johnnie could see a very nice arse, but the jeans were sitting just underneath the bum so not the optimal view and David's thighs were still totally covered.

David turned back to Johnnie, crossed his arms over and took hold of the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up and off. The body underneath was lovely; he clearly did enough exercise to bring definition abs and pecs without overdoing it. David pushed his jeans and underwear all the way to his ankles and then stuck his tongue down Johnnie's throat and put the condom in Johnnie's hand.

David squirted some of the lube onto his hand and then smeared it on his chest to make his torso glow and his fingers slide across his nipples, he turned his back on Johnnie and poured more lube on his hand which he rubbed over his arse and then stroked around his virgin arse hole.

Johnnie opened the condom and eased it on and once on, David reached a long arm back; gripping Johnnie by his cock David pulled him closer and smeared residual lubricant onto Johnnie's condom.

Any unease and reluctance that Johnnie had was well and truly dispersed as he pressed his cock against David's anal sphincter.

Even from behind David was a dream; his long, smooth back of flawless milky coffee coloured skin was beautiful. Johnnie just wanted to stroke and caress David's back or reach around and grope his pecs but until he had penetrated Johnnie needed his hands to guide his cock into position. David tensed as Johnnie started to push in so he stopped and smeared his hard dick up and down the crack and across the sphincter until it relaxed again. Only then did Johnnie put the tip of his penis to the hole again and press gently but consistently.

Slowly but luxuriously, Johnnie's cock slid in to the tight hole. David's arse did not take it easily and Johnnie was forced to concede that David was defiantly a virgin. In fact the tightness was such that Johnnie believed the boy had probably never even fingered himself.

"Are you ok?" Johnnie asked.

David half moaned and half whimpered.

"If it's sore I can stop. It's a big thing going in here," Johnnie said without vanity.

"Keep going, it's good. It's all good."

David was gripping the table he was bent over very hard but Johnnie remembered his first time too, thinking he knew what to expect and discovering he new fuck all. Johnnie pushed his cock in but not hard – he treated David like a lover with whom he was having sex or making lover rather than a casual partner with which one might fuck.

When his cock was half in Johnnie eased out and then pushed in again; the short thrusts grew in speed as the lubricant did its job to make the movements silky and slick. With his cock sliding in and out, the rhythm became easier for both of them and Johnnie could feel David relax as the initial pain and discomfort subsided and was replaced with an indescribable...

David started to push back against Johnnie's dick so the thrusts became deeper stabs that penetrated as deep inside him as possible.

Johnnie wanted to go on for longer and had to slow down to forestall an immediate discharge. Johnnie's hands slid up David's smooth back and massaged his shoulders; David threw his head back and he turned to invite a kiss. The kiss was short lived as David's neck was painfully crooked to achieve it in the first place. David let Johnnie caress the hard muscles of his abdomen and giggled when his nipples were pinched.

Johnnie was so close now that he could not hold on and two months of pent up cum exploded into the condom with such force, quantity and warmth that David could feel it filling up.

"Did that condom burst?" David asked excitedly, feeling the warm slush inside him.

Johnnie wondered too if the force of the orgasm had blown the condom open, but when he pulled out, it was intact. Messy inside but intact.

David surprised Johnnie by easing himself to his knees, moving stiffly as his arse had just been invaded, and took Johnnie's cock in his mouth, sucking an licking the left over cum. Johnnie could feel his balls start to hurt from the continued stimulation after cumming and had to stop David from milking the experience any farther.

However, one thing remained. David still hadn't cum.

Johnnie helped David to stand and then to sit on the desk. David could feel stuff oozing out of his bum and onto the desk but figured it as normal. Johnnie sank his mouth over David's hard on and started giving the boy a blow job.

"I... I've never had this done before either," David admitted.

Which made Johnnie wonder if David really was sixteen or just hadn't had any sexual advances yet.

Johnnie's right hand massaged David's balls while his left hand played with the pubes above David's dick, then slid up to the abs and up to the pecs again. While Johnnie sucked and licked, his hand continued to stroke David's hot body so it was hardly a surprise that the boy came after a matter of minutes, filling up Johnnie's mouth until cum was spilling out.

Johnnie swallowed hat he could and gripped David's cock to expel any lazy cum lurking with the stiff organ. Cum was all over Johnnie's hand and dribbling into David's pubes when he stopped stroking and wiped his hand on David's chest.

David laughed at the gesture but did not seem to mind.

"That was... amazing," David said.

"You might be a bit sore for a day or two," Johnnie warned him.

"That's ok," David said dismissively; "Because it was amazing."

While David got dressed, he handed the key to Johnnie so he too could put his clothes back on at last. Then, when Johnnie re-emerged he had a question.

"So, how old are you?"

"Hmm?" David replied with an innocent look on his face, translation: what do you mean?

Johnnie smiled but persisted; "Are you really only sixteen?"

"No," David replied; "I'm fifteen."

Johnnie punched David playfully – that one defiantly was a joke.

"Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen maybe," David offered as alternatives.

"I hate you," Johnnie jested when he realised David wasn't going to answer.

When David left the art room, Johnnie sat down heavily in a chair and breathed a deep sigh.

It had been a strange evening.

Then Jonnie laughed to himself; or rather at himself.

There was equal parts of himself that told him he should not have posed naked and defiantly should not have had sex with David; the other part was deeply sated and relaxed. Feeling quieted, Johnnie rose from the chair and, like Elvis, left the building.

From within a shadow just outside the Blackadder building, Johnnie heard a slow sarcastic clap.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Then Daniel emerged from that shadow and Calvin just behind him.

"Bravo, Johnnie. Bravo," said Daniel, slightly mocking but not unkindly.

"I... I don't know what you mean," Johnnie replied innocently.

"We wanted to support your career endeavours," Calvin elaborated.

Johnnie silently seethed at the conspiratorial manner of Calvin and Daniel's new-found union. What was stranger was that his jealousy over their starting to date had dissipated - so much so that he hardly felt it anymore. He wanted what they had without needing that person to be Calvin. Life had taught Johnnie that if you can't have what you want, then you ought to try and want what you can have.

"That's sweet, did you see it all?" Johnnie asked; he was hoping they hadn't seen his sex with David at the very least.

"A hundred people were watching the round room," Daniel offered as a reply.

Johnnie didn't want to comment further.

"You were in there getting dressed for quite a while," Calvin said mischievously.

"Shut up," Johnnie replied.

An hour later and Johnnie, Calvin and Daniel were in pub and starting to feel mellow. Johnnie was taking it very easy on the booze but still allowed himself a drink or two as an indulgence. They were shortly joined by Tom, Victor and E.J.; the latter of whom seemed mildly less depressed than he had been in previous weeks.

"...So anyway, Connor said he has a life outside of dating me. Can you believe that?" Tom asked incredulously but facetiously.

"So to make a long story less long he's hanging out with his friends instead of you?" Johnnie asked, Tom nodded; "Disgusting," Johnnie added.

"Cheers for the solidarity, Johnnie," replied Tom.

It was an easy night of good humour and banter, with a highlighted iteration of Johnnie's turn as a life model.

"Well, I don't get why you get off on being exhibited and humiliated like that," Daniel eventually admitted.

Calvin gave Daniel a look before telling him; "I'll try to explain sometime."

"As long as it's not a practical demonstration," Daniel replied and they gave each other the comfortable kiss of a new couple.

Johnnie rose from the table to buy the next round and E.J. stood to follow him.

"I'll help you carry," E.J. said, joining Johnnie and accompanying him to the bar where another half dozen drinks were waiting to be seen by the bar staff.

E.J. looked like he was about to say something but Johnnie got there first.

"So... you talked to Martin lately?" Johnnie ventured carefully.

"Oh, eh... Not since Valentine's day," he admitted.

Johnnie was as surprised that E.J. had answered as he was to hear that any talking had taken place. E.J. had kept it quiet and Johnnie wondered if it was alcohol or their growing camaraderie, facilitated by Johnnie's living in E.J.'s house, was responsible for loosening E.J.'s tongue.

"What did he say?" Johnnie asked, full of concern.

"Nothing that makes being broken up any easier," E.J. replied sadly.

Johnnie clapped E.J.'s shoulder in sympathy.

To change the subject, E.J. asked a question of his own; "So, life modelling?"

Johnnie had the good grace to blush. But only a little.

"I like to think of myself as a role model," Johnnie jested.

"Oh yes, it would be lovely if more guys followed your example," E.J. admitted salaciously.

They were next in line to be served but the girls in front of them seemed to be ordering for twenty people.

"Do you plan to do more modelling?" E.J asked.

"I don't think taking my clothes off is the right way to make money. I could try selling my body?" Johnnie joked.

"Yea, to medical research maybe," quipped E.J.

Johnnie playfully thumped E.J.'s shoulder this time.

"Joking," E.J. responded and then fixed his face with a more serious expression. "I was actually thinking... One of the lads who works for us was hurt in an accident a few weeks ago and he's going to be off for quite a while. Do you want to work for me at the Symposium?"

Johnnie was taken aback; he didn't think getting a job would be that easy.

"Eh, yea, sure," Johnnie replied; "Doing what?"

"Athletic assistant. It's a bit of a dogsbody job but you do get free use of the club and you can check out as many hot and sweaty guys as you like," E.J. really sold it.

"Cool," Johnnie replied. "Sounds great."

Their drinks were finally on their way but the final moments gave E.J. one last chance to ask another question.

"Be honest Johnnie, did you come up here to escape the kissing couple?" enquired E.J.

At first Johnnie wasn't sure what E.J. meant but then realised it might have appeared he had stood quite abruptly when Cal and Daniel started kissing. It hadn't occurred to him that people would be watching him and wondering if he was still brooding over Calvin or nurturing jealousy over him.

"Oh, gosh no. I'm happy for the pair of them... just look at them," Johnnie replied honestly, though his smile was a little melancholy.

E.J. turned to see Calvin and Daniel cosily huddled together. E.J. just nodded - Johnnie might be over his feelings for lost love, but E.J. was not.

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