Lisa & The Male Model Pt. 4

"Nude only," I quickly answered. "I only do nudes."

Roberto shrugged his shoulders. "That's no problem. When would you like to do me?"

I liked the way he phrased his words. I wondered if he chose them specifically for me, or if it was just a slip of the tongue.

"How about tomorrow night?" I asked. I wanted him back as soon as possible.

Roberto let out a chuckle. "I'm afraid I can't make it that soon! The soonest I can come back is Sunday afternoon, if that's all right with you?"

Sunday was three days away. I didn't know if I could last that long, but it at least gave me time to find a camera and develop some skills.

"That's fine," I found myself saying before I realized it. I was willing to accept anything. I wanted him to return as soon as possible.

"Then it's set then!" Roberto turned to leave. "I'll see you again on Sunday, about 2:00 PM, in the nude."

"Yes," I answered. "Fully nude!"

Roberto walked out the door and shut it.

Third Session

I could hardly stand the wait. It was even worse than last time and almost too much for me. For three days I had to patiently wait for him to return.

Immediately after, when I awoke the next morning, I thought it was a dream. I thought perhaps I imagined the entire episode. But a few minutes later I walked into my studio and noticed the pictures. On the canvas stood a drawing of the biggest cock I had ever seen. Standing along the walls, there were three others. I put them up soon after he left the last time. I looked at them and realized Roberto was for real. I had indeed seen him nude and in the erect state.

The impatience got worse as I dragged myself through the weekend. I couldn't sleep. Roberto was all I could think about. His cock kept entering my mind, and in my mind I kept imagining it entering my body. All day Friday and then again on Saturday I wondered about what kind of pictures he would allow me to take. I wondered how provocative he would pose.

I kept myself busy by preparing for his arrival. The first order of business was to get a few good cameras. I already owned a camera, but it was a small instamatic. I knew it wouldn't do. Roberto probably thought I was a semi-professional photographer. I therefore needed at least a semi- professional camera.

Luckily, I knew two people who were very helpful. They both practiced photography as a hobby, and I discovered photo-hobbyist really get into their craft. I only had to mention that I was interested in buying a good camera and was told more than I wanted to know. One even offered to loan me a camera. He told me to give it a try for a week. I had to ask the other, but she also gave me a camera to try out. Afterwards, I had a crazy idea about how to thank her. Since she was female, I thought about "thanking" her with a few good shots of Roberto. It was a naughty thought, just like all the other thoughts in my mind, but I did not discount it as completely preposterous.

My second priority was to get myself ready physically. What I mean is, I had to figure out what to wear. It naturally had to be something sexy. It had to be sexy enough to get him hard again.

It was more difficult than I thought. I had trouble deciding on what to wear at first. There were two sundresses in the closet that did an excellent job at showing lots of boob and cleavage, but they were fancy, flowery outfits. I didn't think they would look right for a photographer. I also had a small piece of negligee an old boyfriend once gave me, but I couldn't wear that either. I had to at least try to play the part.

My first attempt at a solution was to go to the local discount store to find something bland, yet sexy. It naturally had to be sexier than what I wore before, but it also had to look like something I would casually wear around the house. I figured a revealing blouse would be perfect. I could either buy it in a size too small or wash it in hot water to make it shrink.

By the time I got to the third store, I was about to give up. I could not find anything sexier than the previous session, which made me realize how provocative I had been. It was then when I had a truly naughty idea. As I walked towards the dressing room at the store, a rack of two piece bikinis caught my eye.

I've never owned a bikini swimsuit before. The thought of owning one never seriously entered my mind. Two piece bikinis were for girls with small figures. For someone like me, a one piece-bathing suite was more appropriate. But the thought of wearing a sexy bikini in front of Roberto almost was enough to give me an orgasm while I shifted my fingers through the selection on the rack.

It took me awhile to find one. It was difficult to find one in my size, which didn't surprise me any. They don't make many two piece bikinis for big titted women. Most women with a double-D bra size are simply not interested in wearing a two piece outfit in public. I had to go to five stores before I found what I wanted. At each one, I noticed the sales girls look at me rather strangely when I told them what I wanted. They made me feel like an under age drinker in an adult's bar.

I now stood in my bedroom wearing the two-piece bikini outfit I finally found. Looking down at myself, it was hard to believe I was really doing this. I couldn't believe how wantonly slutty and horny I had become. The bikini was so small I could see more boob than fabric.

The top was white and did not cover much. It was smaller than any bra I owned, and certainly smaller than anything I dared to wear out in public before. It was only big enough to offer the bare minimum of cover. Despite its small size, however, it did a surprisingly good job at giving support. It lifted and supported just like any bra would have done, heaving my big tits up into the air and causing them to just barely touch one another in the center of my chest. The cups were only big enough to cover the lower portion of each breast, and then only the center portion. I noticed each breast was left exposed both on top and on both sides. I think they left about a half of me bare.

The panty was a matching set, white as well, but not nearly as revealing as the top. For some strange reason, I always felt a lot more uncomfortable about exposing my sex over by boobs. I suppose it was because I couldn't help but expose my boobs. They were so big, it was unavoidable. But my sex and ass were another matter. The panty was plenty big enough to cover everything in front and left only a small hint of ass-cheek bare in the rear. Holding it up were two bow ties, one on each thigh. The top was also held up by bow ties, one around the back of my neck and the other in the middle of my back. I suppose it truly was a string bikini.

To add an element of realism to the encounter, I made sure it was hot in the house. In what I thought was an absolutely brilliant move, I switched off the circuit breaker to the air conditioner. I planned to tell him the AC was broken. I had put on the bikini in an attempt to stay cool. It was now almost 90 degrees inside even with all the windows open.

I seemed to have everything covered, yet I still couldn't believe what I was doing and what a nasty girl I had become. All I could think about as I waited on the living room couch was his big cock. I wanted to see it so bad. I wanted to show him my little bikini and make him sweat over my big boobs. And given the small size of the bikini and the big size of my tits, he was going to sweat quite a bit.

As I sat waiting for him, I wondered what it would be like. I had never taken photographs of a nude man before. All my work was in paintings and drawings. Photography was a very different art form from drawing. Instead of taking minutes to draw an image on a canvas, a picture took a mere instant. It was much quicker and I would be able to take a lot more pictures. I didn't even know how many pictures I should take, but at least I made sure I had plenty of film. The lady at the checkout counter looked at me rather strange when I laid the ten rolls on the counter. Each was a thirty-six-exposure roll, so there was enough film to take three hundred sixty pictures. I figured that would be more than enough.

I hoped Roberto was again going to show me his full self. I figured he would, especially when I wore my bikini, but I really didn't know. The more I thought about it, the more I began to worry. He might be a lot shyer in front of a camera, I thought to myself. It was one thing for your likeness to be transferred to canvas, but quite another for it to be transferred to film. A canvas was only an approximation. Film would show the real thing.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

I jumped. It was too early for Roberto. I worried some neighbor or a salesman was at the door, so I quickly put on a robe.

I jumped again when I looked through the peephole in the door. It was Roberto! I was estatic.

Without thinking, I quickly took the robe back off again and threw it behind the couch. The bikini looked even smaller than before. I couldn't believe what I nasty young girl I was. A moment's hesitation drifted through my body, but then I thought of his cock and took a deep breath. I opened the door.

"Hello again," He spoke as he saw me. "Hope you don't mind that I'm a little early? I was doing a few errands and got done sooner than I expected."

"That's fine," I almost choked on my own words as I opened the door fully. "I was just waiting around anyway."

He froze and looked at me. I noticed his eyes widen as he saw me. Clearly, he was surprised. I hoped he was impressed too.

I tried not to play the act and refused to show any reaction myself. "You'll have to excuse me, but my air conditioner is broken and I couldn't get anyone to come fix it until Monday," I quickly spoke my prepared lines. "I had to slip into something to keep me cool."

"Well, you certainly look as though you are keeping plenty cool," Roberto emphasized.

I noticed his eyes travel up and down my sexy body. I think I blushed at his words.

"I hope you don't mind?" I tried to recover. "I thought about calling and offering to cancel on account of the broken air conditioner, but I figured you didn't need to worry much about the heat."

"You mean my nudity would keep me cool?" He rephrased it more bluntly.

"Yes," I think I blushed again. "If you want to put it that way."

We exchanged a few other pleasantries, and then I went off to get my camera. I was anxious to get started, and Roberto almost seemed just as anxious too.

We started with a few clothed and partially clothed pictures. I asked Roberto if it was OK for me to photograph him getting undressed, and he said it was fine. I was pleasantly surprised when he started getting undressed in a very erotic fashion. He took off his cloths as though he was a striptease artist on the stage, quickly removing his outer clothing at first and then slowing down for his shorts and underwear. I followed him along and took the opposite tactic with the cameras. I didn't take many pictures at first, but by the time he was down to his underwear I was snapping like crazy. It felt surprisingly erotic to be taking pictures of a man undressing himself.

Soon, he was naked and I found myself taking pictures of his cock. I was disappointed to see it flaccid, but it was what I expected - at least at first.

Despite its small size, it still felt very erotic to be taking pictures of it. I again saw that he was very well hung. My imagination had not exaggerated his size. I used up the first two roles of film right away.

"Do you want me to remain in this state?" Roberto asked as I was loading new film on the kitchen table. "Or would you prefer it to be like last Thursday?"

I dropped one of the rolls. He didn't come right out and say it, but I was pretty sure of what he meant. My dreams were coming true.

"That's fine for now," I tried to speak as calmly as I could. "Let me take a few more like this, and then we'll try a couple of different poses."

The first few pictures were of Roberto in the standing position. A couple of pictures later he was lying down, and after a couple more he laid on his side. I got really turned on again when he lay on his side to accent the size of his cock. I loved the way it hung down across his thigh and practically touched the fabric of the couch, even in its flaccid state!

I wanted it. I wanted it bad. I not only wanted to see it hard; I wanted to experience it too. "It sure is getting hot in here," I spoke as I shot the third roll of film.

"Yes, it certainly is," Roberto looked directly back at me and spoke in a very sexy voice. I could tell he was looking directly at my chest.

A few seconds later, I could tell it another way too. I could tell where his eyes were pointed, for as he lay sideways on the couch, the tip of his dick began to rise off of the fabric.

"Are you ready to take pictures of me in the fully erect state?" He asked.

"Yes!" I spoke with a little more excitement than I wanted. His bluntness surprised me. "What I mean is, yes. Please, make yourself full if you would like."

I couldn't believe it. Here was a well-endowed young man laying on my couch and allowing me to take his picture in the nude. And he was becoming hard and giving me an erection.

"Yes, that's perfect," I found myself saying without thinking. "I mean, that's fine."

He got hard rather rapidly. First six inches and then seven. I think he hardened even more rapidly than the last time. I wondered if he jacked himself off during the time in-between, and then hoped that he saved it all for me. I pictured myself grabbing his cock and jacking it off for him. A cock of his size would be a lot of fun to jack off.

It was eight inches when I finished the third roll and a full nine-and-a-half by the time I finished the fourth. It was time to load the cameras again. Roberto came over to the table and stood at the corner. I noticed him stand up close, right up against the table's edge. Since it was a standard table and a little less than waist high, his tool extended across the top, as if on display. It was very erotic and made it very difficult to load the film. What made it worse was that we talked at the same time, mostly talking about his cock.

"Would you like to get some side profiles?" He asked. "Most girls like me in the side profile. They say it makes me look bigger."

"I think that would be nice," I agreed.

"Unless you think it might make me look too big," He countered. "Some girls think it makes me look a bit unnatural."

"Oh no!" I quickly disagreed. "I don't think it makes you unnatural at all. I like them big."

Roberto smiled.

I think I turned red. "I mean, I don't think it looks unnatural when it's big," I tried to correct myself.

"I think your first statement was more correct," Roberto offered. "You do like them big, don't you Linda?"

I'm certain I turned red by this time. "Yes," I said quietly, feeling very embarrassed. A big man was asking if I liked them big. It was a very strange experience.

"Tell me Linda," Roberto thankfully went on. "Have you ever been fucked by a man as big a me?"

I practically dropped the camera. "Well, um. . ."

I didn't know quite what to say.

"Let me help you with that," Roberto walked around to hold the camera for me. Our hands touched. His big cock was only inches away. It pointed up and over the top of the table, stopping only inches away from my fingers were I was trying to load the film.

At the same time, I felt his arm brush up against the side of my big boob. My boobs were too big to be contained on my little chest. They pushed slightly outward, to the side. We stood so close they pushed right into his arm. I don't know if it was by accident or if he did it on purpose. I didn't even know if he was aware that his upper arm was touching me. But it didn't matter. Nevertheless, it felt wildly erotic. I thought about making my own hand slip and "accidentally" brush up against his cock. I considered it, but I was too shy to try.

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you Linda," He apologized as he helped. "That's not a typical question that I guy asks to a girl."

"No, I guess not," I had to say something.

"No it's not typical?" He questioned. "Or no, you've never been fucked by a man as big as me?"

"No, I mean both," I said shyly. "I mean I've never experienced a man as big as you."

There! I said it. I finally said it. I felt relieved.

"Interesting," Roberto spoke back as we finished both cameras and he backed away. "That's very interesting because it means you are probably very tight. I would probably have a very difficult time penetrating you?"

I could hardly breath. He asked me in the form of a question, so I said, "Yes," quietly agreeing. "You probably would."

"Especially when I'm deep," He went on. "I'm sure the entire length of your joy hole would be a very tight fit, but I bet the end would be really tight. You know, the end, the portion where I would hit virgin territory."

I stumbled and almost fell over from the sound of his words. He was speaking very casual, sounding almost disinterested, but he was saying such dirty things. I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like to have him inside me. He was probably right about me being tight. His words about "virgin territory" were probably also true. I'm sure Roberto was very experienced when it came to sex. Given the size of his cock, I'm sure he had intercourse with a lot of women. I figured he was capable of giving a girl an excellent fuck.

"Well, how would you like me to pose it next?" He asked after both cameras were loaded with film again. He had done most of the loading. My hands were shaking too much to load the film with all the excitement.

It took me a moment to return to my senses. I was incredibly aroused and felt very horny. I desperately wanted to find out exactly how tight I really was.

"Well, um," was all I could manage.

"How about some prisoner shots?" He suggested as he walked to the corner of the room. "Pretend I'm your sex slave and you are taking my picture."

His words sent a wave of ecstasy through my body. The thought of Roberto as my sex slave was almost too erotic to hold in my mind. It immediately created all sorts of naughty thoughts. I considered all the things I could do to him if he really were my sex slave.

In the corner of the room, there was a chandelier. It hung from the ceiling by a short chain. Roberto stood below it and grabbed the chain. It didn't take much to imagine him as a sex slave.

"Oh, please Linda," He added to the realism. "Oh, please let me go. Please unshackle me Linda! I can't take any more."

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly began to take pictures. This was better than I ever expected. He hung his head to the side in make-believe. He looked like he really was shackled from the ceiling, and I found myself wanting to tie him up.

"Oh please Linda!" He cried out again. "I'll never disobey you again."

I took pictures like crazy. I had to take pictures just to keep myself sane. The hormones were running through my blood like crazy. I kept thinking about what it would be like if he really were my sex slave. I thought about shackling him down and teasing his big cock. I would tease it all night long, and then I would tie him down to the bed and ride on top of him. I then wondered what it would be like to ride on his big cock like a bucking bronco.

To be continued...

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Lisa & The Male Model Pt. 3

I began to get more and more horny. I wanted to see more. I wanted to be able to draw him long, hard, and erect. And then I realized, why not? Roberto couldn't see the front of the canvas. I could use my imagination and he would never know the difference. I would just have to stop when I was done and throw the canvas to the side, saying I made a mistake.

It was exciting. I never drew a hard cock before, but it was easy to do in my aroused state. I think I exaggerated it even more than it really was. I drew it to be about a foot long and plenty wide too. My drawing was of a thick, long piece of male tube steak.

Roberto continued sitting on the stool in the bare, unaware what I was doing behind the canvas. After five minutes I decided I had enough and took down the canvas, but I still wanted to see some more.

"This isn't working!" I spoke with disgust, making sure he couldn't see the drawing as I removed the paper and rolled it up. "I don't quite have you right."

I figured I had nothing to loose and walked up to him again. I did like the last time, bending down directly in front of his face and placing my hands on his knees. I first pulled his knees together and closed his legs.

"No, that's not right either!" I critiqued the pose and then pushed his legs apart again. This time, I made certain I remained leaned over him for several seconds. He had a long time to eye my bountiful cleavage.

"Look up at me," I told him. "And now look down just a tad." I made sure his eyes were directly focused on the opening of my blouse. He had no choice but to stair directly at my tits.

"Now keep your eyes on me," I spoke as I walked backwards towards the canvas. I realized I had partially hidden myself behind the canvas before, which might explain his still flaccid state. This time, I made sure my body was more visible. I stood to the left and made sure he had a direct view of the two big bulges in my chest.

"Keep your eyes pointed up in this direction," I made sure he could see. "And keep those knees open."

I immediately noticed it. It was partially inflated, just like it was two days before. I noticed the tip of his cock was now lifted up off the seat of the stool. I think it was even more inflated than before. It was close to five inches long.

"That's perfect!" I began drawing it with earnest.

Then it grew bigger. The tip lifted up off the stool some more and it grew to about six inches in length. I couldn't believe it! He was the same length of most men, and yet he was still relatively flaccid. I wondered if had exaggerated enough in my last drawing.

"Oh, that's very good!" I edged him on. "Keep going! Just a little bit more."

And he did! His cock continued to elongate I stopped drawing to watch it, but kept my hand up to the canvas to make it look as though I was still drawing.

Before I knew it, Roberto was seven inches long and still growing! His shaft began to rise up from between his legs. It now pointed straight out.

And even more incredible, Roberto didn't seem to notice. He simply stayed seated and looked up at me with a blank expression on his face. For a moment, I wondered if had forgotten his nakedness. After all, he wasn't looking down at himself. Maybe he thinks everything is still normal!

It almost jumped up to nine inches. "Oh my God!" I had to say out loud. I know that he heard me, but he still didn't react. He knew what was happening, but his control was unbelievable. He just kept getting harder and harder, and longer and longer.

I think my words made him get hard even faster. His shaft lifted up some more and inflated to about a ten inch length. It now looked to be just about fully erect. It looked rock hard and incredibly long. I wasn't sure, but I think he was at a full erection. I waited for a few seconds longer just to make sure, but he only grew slightly. I suddenly realized I was drawing a male model with a full erection.

I wasn't sure, but I think Roberto nearly had a ten incher. It was almost twice as long as any man I ever saw before. But even with a full erection, he acted as though nothing was out of the ordinary. I think this made it even more arousing for me. Here is a man with a ten-inch cock standing in my house, and he was acting as though nothing is wrong!

I couldn't believe my luck. Although I had planned the whole thing, I thought to myself, why waste this opportunity?

So, I started to draw his erect cock with urgent fury. "Yes, hold it right there," I told him, and he did.

"How is the drawing going?" He asked as I drew the mushroom tip of his big cock.

"Fine," I forced myself to answer. "It's going just fine. Just putting on a few finishing touches."

I drew in a few lines of shading to catch the fullness his mushroomed cock-head, and then told him I was done. Roberto immediately got up and went over to the couch.

"How would you like me to pose next?" He asked as he lay down. "How about this?" He laid down on the couch in a very provocative pose, with one leg up the side of the couch and the other dangling off the end. In the center stood his magnificent erection, standing upright and tall at attention. Roberto gave me a clear, unencumbered view of his size. He looked even longer now when I could see it from the side.

"That's perfect," I answered as I quickly began drawing again. This time, I started with his cock. I began drawing his cock and balls, and the small area around his waist. I did not bother with his face or other bodily features. The only thing I was interested in was his sexual instrument.

I never realized how exciting it would be to draw a man's dick, especially a big man. As I looked at it to gather the details, I noticed he was starting to cumm. "That's very nice," I had to compliment.

A line of wet pre-cumm traveled down from the tip of his cock to his stomach. I decided to include it into the drawing.

Incredibly, he stayed hard the entire time. It was now going on twenty minutes. He remained at an erection the entire time, even though no one touched or physically stimulated him in any way. I knew the only stimulation he was receiving was through my chest and the rest of my body. I wondered what kind of fantasies he was imagining about my body to keep himself hard. Is he squeezing my big tits? I asked myself. Or is he now imagining himself fucking me? I wondered, as I thought about it myself. All my past boyfriends were normal sized. I never had more than six inches inside me before. I thought about Roberto's cock and wondered what it would be like to have such a big shaft pushed up into my belly. The thought of it was making me wet.

"Do you want me to make any changes in the pose?" He asked to interrupt my little fantasy.

"No! You're perfect!" I said with more enthusiasm than I wanted. "I mean, stay frozen. Stay exactly the way you are."

"You mean full?" He asked to my astonishment.

I didn't know quite what to say. I never had a model ask me if I wanted him to remain at a full erection. It felt very embarrassing.

"Yes," I answered before I knew the words were out of my mouth. "Yes, I mean to stay full," I tried to correct myself but only made it worse.

"That's no problem," He answered simply. "As long as I can look back at the artist, I can stay full for as long as you desire."

I blushed with embarrassment, and then realized how much more embarrassed he was feeling. At least I was wearing something. He was stark naked! And even worse, he had well-endowed sexual features and a full hard-on!

"You like it, don't you?" Roberto asked after about a minute more.

I knew exactly what he was talking about. "Yes," I had no choice but to say as I was drawing it. "You are very impressive."

"Then can I ask what portion of my body you are drawing right now?"

I felt embarrassed. I didn't want to answer, but I think he already saw the uneasiness in my expression. So I decided to answer truthfully. "Well, your penis," I said shyly.

"Let me see," He quickly stood up and walk towards me.

I immediately felt a rush of embarrassment. I had never intended him to see my drawing. I suddenly realized the entire canvas was filled with his big cock. It was the only part of him I was drawing. I wanted to cover it up and did not want him to see, but it was too late.

"Very nice," He complimented as he looked at it. "I can see you have quite an eye for detail. I can also see that you have been examining me very closely to capture such exquisite detail."

I felt utterly humiliated. "I'm sorry," I tried to apologize. I expected him to tear up the drawing and go storming out of the room.

Instead, he looked back at me confused. "Sorry for what?" He said simply, and then went back over to the couch.

I suddenly realized that he didn't mind me drawing his long shaft. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it. I smiled with relief and went back to draw in the final details.

As soon as I was done with the second drawing, Roberto was all ready for the third. "How about this?" He stood up and gave me a side profile. Then he took his finger and pressed it down on the backside of his hard-on so that it pointed straight out of his body.

"Oh my God!" I found myself saying out loud. His cock looked even longer when it pointed straight out. It looked to be about a foot long.

"What did you say?" He asked as he let go and his cock again returned to its normal position.

"No, I mean that was perfect," I said. "Give me that same pose."

"You mean like this," He gave me a side profile again, but did not touch himself.

"No, I mean what you just did before," I corrected.

He looked back at me confused. "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean. Could you show me?"

My heart skipped a beat and I almost forgot to breathe. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted to do it myself.

"I mean like this," I spoke as I stepped forward and went to my knees. I stopped only inches from his long shaft and placed my finger on its backside just as he had done a few seconds earlier.

His cock visibly twitched for me as I pressed down. It felt very hard and was very ridged. I found it necessary to place quite a bit of pressure on it to get it to point straight out from his body.

"Like this," I instructed as I handled his magnificent tool. "I want to see it pointed out perpendicular like this. Make it look like a handle, like it is a convenient handle for a woman to grab onto and lead you around with."

I couldn't believe what I had just said, but Roberto understood. He pushed down on his shaft as I went back to my drawing board.

"Tell me," I asked as I drew. I was getting braver. "If you don't mind me asking, how long is it?"

"How long do you think it is?" He immediately answered with a question.

Roberto took me by surprise. I didn't expect him to request an estimate. I wanted to say it was the longest I had ever seen, but I held back.

"I don't know," I answered slyly.

"Come on, take a guess," He tempted me.

I didn't know what to say. It looked like it was nearly ten inches long, but I figured my heightened state of arousal probably added another two inches. "About eight," I fought my embarrassment and answered him.

He smiled back and I immediately knew that I had not underestimated. "Maybe nine," I quickly added.

"Nine inches?" He answered in the form of a question. "Tell me Linda, do you have a ruler anywhere handy.

My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't believe it. This well endowed young man was going to show me exactly how long he was.

"Yes," I answered without thinking. I indeed had a ruler. Like any good artist, I used it occasionally to make sure I captured the proper perspective.

"Why don't you get it," He proposed. "And measure me yourself."

The pencil I held in my hand sent a dark black mark across the page just before it dropped to the floor. He not only wanted to show me his measurements; he wanted me to take them myself. "Maybe later," I answered shyly but excitedly. It was all I could say.

I bent down to pick up the pencil and thought about it some more. I never took a man's measurements, not even the measurements of a normal man. I pictured myself holding a ruler along the side of Roberto's manhood and couldn't resist the temptation.

"Actually, maybe I should," I changed my mind. "I mean, it would help to make the drawing, well, more accurate."

"Then go ahead," He offered himself to me.

I quickly went into my box of art supplies and took out a ruler. I couldn't believe what was happening. I was going to measure the length of a guy's dick, and this was a guy with a really long dick.

Roberto presented himself very calmly as I faced him with the ruler. He no longer touched himself or pointed his dick straight out. Instead, his erection was in its natural state, pointed up at attention.

"Go ahead and take as many measurements as you want," He offered.

I went down to my knees and touched his member. It again jumped in response. I noticed it was even wetter than before. I made the tip of his cock straight out again and noticed it was soaked with his juices. I then held the ruler along its side.

"How long?" He asked.

"Just wait," I wasn't done yet. Given the opportunity, I had to take advantage of it. First I measured the length of one side and then I measured the other. I also took care the measure the top and bottom even though I knew they would be the same.

"Almost ten inches," I finally concluded. "It's very impressive!"

"That's what they all say," He answered almost in a laugh. "All the women tell me I'm impressive, especially after I give them a good fuck."

"Fuck?" I said without thinking.

"Yea, they all like getting fucked by a whopper," He answered casually. "They all like the way it spreads their twats apart and penetrates them so deep. Every woman likes a deep penetration."

I still held his cock in my hand. As he spoke, I imagined it penetrating me. It was capable of screwing into me farther than any man had ever gone before. And it also looked abnormally thick and wide. I wondered how much it would spread me apart.

"Have you ever met a girl who wasn't able to take it all?" I had to ask.

"Not so far," He immediately answered. "I've had trouble before. I sometimes have to really work at it to make it fit, but I've always been able to get it all the way in. It usually happens only to the short, petite ones." He paused for a moment and then added. "Like yourself, for instance."

I jumped back. My hand left his hard-on and it bounced back up.

He backed up as well. "Well, how would you like me to model next?" He casually asked. "How about the couch again."

I was left kneeling on the floor with the ruler in my hand. I wasn't sure quite what to do. From the way he talked about sex and let me measure his length, I expected him to come on to me. I expected him to at least try to kiss me or more probably fondle my breasts like any other man would. I would have let him, of course. I would have allowed him to go all the way with me. But he didn't even try. He acted as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

I wondered if he was playing with me. I wondered if he was trying to tease me and get me all hot and bothered. I figured he was, and I figured he wanted me to come on to him. But I never came on to a guy before. I never had to come on to a guy. My big tits did all the talking for me.

"How about this?"

I woke up from my daydream and saw him lying on the couch. He lay down on his side like before, just the way I liked it, except now his big cock stood straight out. It was so hard, it didn't sag down and it didn't touch the fabric of the couch at all. He was certainly very hard.

"Yes, that would be fine," I didn't know what else to say. I got back up and went back to the easel. By now, my hands were shaking. I could hardly hold the pensile steady. Despite the incredible desire I felt, I drew him anyway. I started again with his dick.

I didn't know what to do myself, so I figured the best course of action was to just act natural. I thought I was maybe caught up in some kind of sexy game he liked to play. I also figured that if I waited long enough, he would eventually make the first move. After all, I could see that he was aroused. He couldn't stay that aroused for long. He would eventually have to do something.

The drawing seemed to take forever. I just kept drawing and waiting for him to do something, but he just lay there almost like a stone. And best of all, he kept his cock as hard as a stone too. I imagined myself going up and asking him to fuck me. I wanted to; I desperately wanted it. I fantasized him saying yes and stripping off my clothing, and then laying me on the couch where he now laid. I fantasized what it would be like to feel someone so big inside me.

"It's about time for me to be going," Roberto wisely spoke up. "Are you about done?"

"Just about," I answered, not quite believing what was happening. How could he leave me? How could any man with such a long hard-on want to leave without getting any satisfaction? He must have had a continuous erection for the past hour. How could a man with an erection for that long simply get up and leave? I knew he was horny and I suspected he wanted to fuck me nearly as much as I wanted to fuck him in return.

"I've already been modeling longer than I expected," He told me. "I really need to get to class."

"Don't go," I found myself almost pleading with him. "I'll pay for the extra time," I offered.

I came very close to offering him money for sex, but I couldn't quite do it. I was supposed to be a good girl, and good girls did not come out and ask men to fuck them.

"Sorry, but I really must," He started to get up. "But I am willing to come back for another session if you wish."

He stood up and walked back to the screens. I still couldn't believe it. He was getting up to leave, and I don't think it was a tease. I watched as he slipped his underwear up and over his long shaft. His magnificent hard-on suddenly disappeared from my sight.

"But I can come back?" He phrased as a question.

"I'd like that!" I was so confused. I felt like I was in a dream. I would have to wait, but I would have agreed to anything at the time.

"Do you do any photography too?"

It took me a moment to realize that he was asking me a question.

"Um, yea. Some," I stumbled over my own words.

"Well, I'll also pose for photographs as well as drawings," Roberto informed me. "If you're interested, that is?"

"Yes!" I said with a little more excitement than I realized. "I mean, yes, I've been looking for a male model to take some pictures of."

I lied to him. I hadn't been looking for a male model at all; not for photographs anyway. I didn't even own a decent camera. But I thought about taking his picture in the nude and was willing to do anything. I lied for the opportunity to take a picture of a well endowed, good looking young man in the nude.

"Good!" Roberto replied with interest. "Tell me, in your photography work, do you also work exclusively nudes. Or do you also take pictures of clothed models?"

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Lisa & The Male Model Pt. 2

His next pose was standing with his back towards me and his face looking over his shoulders. I could no longer see his dick, but I was almost just as excited by his ass. It was taut yet fluid, clenching beautifully whenever he moved one of his legs. I found my breathing becoming increasingly hard. My heart was beating faster.

For the third pose he again faced me, this time lying down on his side on the couch. This made his dick look even bigger. To my surprise, it was the sexiest pose yet. Instead of staying between his legs, his organ fell to the side. It extended out from the middle of his body and pointed downward, almost long enough to touch the fabric of the couch. I was in shock. Clearly, this was no ordinary male organ. Roberto had a monster. He had a real whopper of a cock.

At 10:00, I decided we both needed a short break, I think me more than him. He wrapped himself in his robe, grabbed a water bottle from his bag and stepped out into the courtyard. Meanwhile, I tried to regain my composure as I looked at the three drawings I did so far. They weren't very good, but I didn't care. It was difficult to draw with your hands shaking and your heart beating like crazy. I was still as excited and light-headed when he returned.

It was time for a few longer poses where I could get into additional detail. I asked him to do a sitting pose first. He graciously took off his robe and did what he was told, just like a proper servant would do for his master. As soon as I saw him in his full frontal nudity, I suddenly had this crazy, erotic idea go through my head. I thought about really being a master with Roberto as my real servant. It would be fantastic if I could order him to do whatever I wanted, but I tried to put the idea out of my mind. The idea was too erotic to consider.

I began again. I started with my fourth drawing of Roberto. This was the first drawing where I drew his dick. I started with his face and upper torso, and then moved down to his waist and his big organ in the middle. I had never drawn a man's dick before and found it very exhilarating. I couldn't help but want to draw it in the erect position, extended up into the air an incredibly long distance, like half the way up to his chest. Needless to say, it was difficult to keep my concentration.

For the last drawing, I asked him to do a semi- reclining pose. I liked it when he lay on his side before but thought it too awkward to draw him twice in the same position. So I tried to get as close as possible, asking him to sit up against one arm of the couch at an angle. He did so, but he did not quite understand what I wanted. I really wanted his left leg to be a little further over the side and a little more bent. He started to move his leg in the wrong direction, so I instinctively reached out. As I did, my hand lightly touched the inside of his thigh and brushed against his dick. I did not try to touch him on purpose. It was an accident - or at least it wasn't a conscious accident. As far as my unconscious was concerned, perhaps it was going for it the whole time. In any case, the touch of his dick sent a quivering thrill through my arm, like an electric shock. At exactly the same moment, his dick jumped to life.

Embarrassed but excited, I stepped back, cleared my throat and said "Yes that'll be fine, I think."

I realized I was smiling, and then noticed Roberto look up at me and smile too. Our eyes met. I think he knew what I was thinking. The heart inside my chest began to pound like crazy and my hands began to shake, but I tried to ignore it. I went back to the canvas and began painting.

Then I noticed Roberto's organ jerk upwards again. It seemed to be starting to get aroused and inflated a little bit more. The heart inside my chest beat even faster. The image of his erect cock again formed in my mind.

There was no doubt about it. He really was a very well endowed young man. He became a little harder but ignored it. He didn't seem to notice, so I tried to ignore it too. It was impossible, of course, so I tried to at least act as though I didn't notice it and kept drawing. I kept drawing because I didn't know what else to do.

I wanted to see it erect so bad I was almost willing to go up and adjust his legs again, but it soon stopped. It reached a plateau, and then began to soften again. Gradually, after about a minute or so, his cock started to go back to normal. I began to come off my plateau at the same time.

It made me disappointed, but I was not surprised. It would have been nice to see it inflate some more, but I was happy with what I already saw. I think he had inflated his dick to only half-size, but it was enough to make it about five inches long. Clearly, his cock had much further to go and it was already at the size of a normal man. In comparison to other male organs I've seen, Roberto was very impressive is size. He had to have a ten-inch cock and it looked plenty wide too.

Unfortunately, 11 o'clock came all too quickly. The two hours were up and I was feeling disappointed. I wanted to reach out and move his leg again. I wanted to brush my arm against his penis once more and see it inflate a second time, but that would have been too forward. I was not a slut, although I have to admit that I was starting to get very hot and horny.

"I didn't realize it was so late!" He said with surprise after I told him that we were done. "But I suppose it's kind of hard to tell the time when you don't wear a watch; or anything else for that matter."

I paid him the $60.00 and asked when he could come back.

"Thursday morning, if you would like?" He replied.

"Excellent!" I said with glee. "I would really like to start again with some more drawings. I think we got off to a very good start."

Roberto smiled at me and then went behind the screen to put his cloths back on again. A wave of disappointment came over me as I saw his ass disappear behind the screen.

Second Session

I couldn't wait for Thursday morning to come around. The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. Two full days of waiting almost killed me. The first night I had erotic dreams about him. The following night I had trouble sleeping because I was so anxious. Roberto made me more aroused than any other man I ever met before, and I hardly knew him. We never even went out on a date or had a meaningful conversation. He was nearly a stranger, yet I still wanted him.

Of course, I knew the reason for the attraction. It was his cock. I never met a man with such a big cock before. I desperately wanted to see him naked and to draw him one more time. I also wanted to see how big he really was.

The idea came to me during the first drawing session, while he was still in the room. It entered my mind as I was doing my last drawing; right after he became partially erect. It was a very naughty idea. At the time, I pushed it to the back of my mind. It was one of those thoughts you naturally put aside, but I couldn't help but think about it a lot more since then. Now, I couldn't get it out of my head.

The idea was obvious. If I wanted to see how big Roberto really was, I needed to get him aroused. And if I wanted to get him aroused, I had to show him my boobs.

I knew I could do it because I often did it unintentionally. It happened mostly to young teenage boys. I would be wearing a low cut blouse and accidentally bend over in front of them. Or sometimes it happened just by wearing something tight across my chest. It was as if they had never seen a girl with such a big chest before. I would notice the front of their pants begin to swell and be able to tell what was happening inside.

The thought of doing the same thing to Roberto sent a hot wave of excitement through my body. Instead of seeing the outline of his excitement through his pants, I would be able to witness the real thing. And instead of seeing a normal hard-on, I would be able to see an eight or perhaps even a ten incher. All I had to do was wear a tight blouse with a low neckline. I just had to expose my cleavage and show him a hint of tit. And if that didn't work, I could bend over in front of him or maybe could brush up against his dick like before. It was almost too exciting to think about.

The idea was wicked and naughty, I knew, but I couldn't help it. It made me excited just to think about it.

I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered if my intentions were too obvious. I wore a tight blouse and a very short pair of shorts. The blouse was old and well worn, the kind you hide in the bottom of the dresser out of fear of accidentally forgetting you have it on while opening the front door to a dirty old salesman. The neckline came down in a deep, plunging style, displaying the upper portion of my swelling breasts and several inches of cleavage. It was white in color and fit rather tightly across my chest, enough to give Roberto a nice view of the outline of the bra underneath. In the right conditions - like maybe in the bright sunlight of the backyard - it would be nearly transparent and he would be able to see my full cleavage. I had intended to give the blouse away to goodwill or some other charity some day, but never quite got around to it.

As I looked at myself, I wondered if it might be too much. I worried that Roberto might guess my intentions and decide not to model for me. After all, he was an art student and understood that sex and the art of drawing a nude model were two very different subjects. He might think I was some dirty old woman. He could simply walk out on me.

But then I remembered the smile he wore with his partial erection. He didn't seem to mind showing off to me before. He actually looked as though he rather enjoyed it. I hoped he would enjoy it again. I looked at myself closer.

The blouse left little to the imagination. He would easily be able to see the size of my chest. I purposely wore a conservative, full button down blouse during the first drawing session out of the embarrassment of drawing a nude man. I'm sure he was able to see that I had large breasts by the size of my large buldge, but he was not able to see the slightest hint of boob. This time was just the opposite. The blouse wasn't only small, but it was also well worn after too many washings. One of the seams on the shoulder already was coming apart. The rest of them looked like they were about split open. In fact, it looked like if I took a deep breath it might set off an explosion. Every seam on the blouse might suddenly fail all at once, blasting it into a dozen strips of shrapnel and leaving me in only a bra.

To complete the ensemble, I decided to also wear my shortest pair of shorts. I am a short girl with short legs, so I do not have sexy long legs. But I wanted to show them off as much as possible. I therefore picked out a tight set of shorts, tight enough to display the outline of my ass. They also had a slit up the side to show a hint of skin along my thigh. The shorts were not nearly as sexy as the blouse, but then I didn't have long and sexy legs anyway. It would have to do.

The doorbell rang.

I jumped and felt a moment of hesitation. Maybe I should wait for a few more drawings sessions, I thought to myself. Maybe I should wait until I at least get to know the guy. But I couldn't wait. Two days were bad enough. I couldn't wait an entire week. Even if he turned around and walked out on me, it was worth it I might be able to rescue the situation by telling him that I didn't realize what I was wearing. It was just some old thing I liked to wear around the house. Luckily, the weather was cooperating and it was a hot and humid day. Considering the temperature, it would not be unusual for a woman to wear such an outfit around the house.

The doorbell rang again. I took a deep breath and walked out of the bedroom. I was still hesitant, but I went to open the door anyway.

I could see it in Roberto's eyes as soon as he saw me. He starred. His eyes seemed to almost bulge out of his skull. I noticed them pointing directly down to my chest.

"Hi Roberto!" I attempted to break his lock on me. "Sorry I kept you waiting, but I was out back doing some spring cleaning. It sure is hot outside."

"It sure is!" He answered with his eyes still on my chest.

"I know you have classes, so why don't we get started right away?" I let him back to the sunroom.

"Do you want to start from where we left off yesterday?" He seemed to break out of his trance as soon as I turned around.

"Whatever you feel comfortable with," I offered. "I would like to get some more poses of you laying on your side."

Roberto went behind the folding screen as I got out my pencils and easel.

I couldn't believe my luck! He noticed my chest yet didn't turn to leave. He came right in the front door despite my near nudity. I think I maybe even excited him already. I wondered if his cock was already growing. I hoped it was! I could easily imagine him walking around from the back of the screen with an erection pointed up at attention from between his legs.

Roberto came out from behind the screen. He did not take long to undress. He soon stood before me with only a robe around his body.

I, at the same time, stood with my nearly transparent blouse and shorts around my own body. I knew he was able to see the outline of my bra cups underneath. I knew he was able to make out my ample cleavage.

"Do you want me to start out on the couch?" He asked.

"That would be fine," I accepted. "Just lay down naturally, similar to Tuesday. I'd like a simple drawing first, just to get myself in the mood."

Roberto hesitated for a moment, and then bared himself once more.

I was disappointed. He was flaccid, and he remained flaccid. Apparently, he was able to take his attention away from my sparsely clad body and big boobs. Or else - and I didn't even want to think about this - but maybe he was gay. It would be just my luck! I find I guy with an eight incher, and he turns out to be gay. It was certainly possible, I knew. There always seemed to be a rather large number of gay artists. I never understood exactly why, but certainly hoped it wasn't true of Roberto.

There was also the possibility he just had sex. I didn't know if he had a girlfriend. I also didn't know how sexually active he was. Given his size, I suspected he both had a steady girlfriend and a few "friends" on the side. His last sexual encounter may have been only an hour ago, in which case my sexy blouse was a waist of time. It was difficult to know and I couldn't just come right out and ask him. There was nothing I could do but worry about it.

I started to draw. If he did just have sex, my only alternative was to start drawing with what I had It was a consequence I had to live with.

It still felt very exciting to draw him, even in his flaccid state. I purposely asked him to lie on his side so I could again see his dick lying across his thigh. I think it was his sexiest pose yet. I loved the way his dong practically touched the fabric of the couch. I had a good time drawing it. I made sure I captured every detail.

No matter what the cause, he stayed flaccid for the twenty-five minutes or so, until I finished the first pose. I desperately hoped his last opportunity for sex was at least the night before. Even better, I hoped he didn't have any since the weekend.

We didn't talk much at first. I think I was too anxious to talk. I was also quite tired because I hadn't slept well the previous night.

The second pose was of Roberto sitting on the stool. He sat down and looked to the side. I mostly notice his dick almost disappear between his legs. "Could you maybe," I started ask, but then stopped.

"Could I what?" He questioned.

I wasn't sure how to say what I wanted. "Could you maybe, well, just open your legs just a tad."

To my surprise, he did not object and nicely opened his legs for me. And he didn't just open them a tad, but actually opened them quite wide. He allowed me to see his full glory in the center. I distinctly noticed the tip of his dick lying against the hard surface of the stool.

"That's perfect!" I happily accepted. "Hold it just like that!" His cock was on full display. I could see everything.

During this second drawing, we started a conversation. He asked me about how many drawings I had sold, and I told him that I didn't keep track. It was now somewhere around 60 or 80 I guessed.

The conversation gradually turned to music and concerts we recently attended. It turned out that both of us like the same kind of music, new age, although his tastes were somewhat more rounded and he also liked classical.

The conversation then turned to our social life, and he asked me if I had a boyfriend. I answered him truthfully and told him there was no one I was seeing at the time, and then I asked him about a girlfriend.

To my delight, Roberto said he didn't have anyone either. There was a girl who he was very serious about, but they broke up about a month before. He also said he was still affected by the breakup and hadn't dated since.

I felt a little sorry for him, but couldn't help but feel ecstatic at the same time. A month! I kept thinking to myself. Assuming he was being honest with me, which might be a big assumption, he was without sex for a month. I also felt sorry for the poor girl who could no longer enjoy his big dong.

Getting a little bolder for the third pose, I asked Roberto if he would again sit facing me, but this time if he could face me with his arms behind his back.

"Do you want me to keep my legs spread open?"

I tried to be professional, but found it difficult to think about anything but his cock. "I guess so," I shrugged my shoulders. "Why not?"

I think he spread his legs apart even further.

"Just wait!" I couldn't help myself. "How about moving your body slightly to the side, but keep your face pointed directly at me?"

Getting even bolder, I walked up and placed my hand on his knee. At the same time, I made sure to bend over so my cleavage stuck out right in front of his face. I pushed on his knee and turned him slightly to the right. Then, thinking I had nothing to loose, I placed my left hand on his right knee.

I pushed on it and suddenly realized what I was doing. I had Roberto's knees in my hands, one in each hand, and I was spreading his legs open wide.

"That's perfect!" I quickly let his leg go. "I hope the pose doesn't make you uncomfortable."

"I'm fine," He answered. "I feel a bit stretched, but I'm fine."

I walked back to the easel and quickly began drawing. He was perfect. From the side, I could see everything. He was turned slightly to the right now, which meant I had a good view of the length of his dick. I also had an excellent view of his nut sack. It sat on the hard surface of the table and was pushed upward, almost as though he was showing off his balls. I noticed even his nuts were big, although I wasn't sure. I never paid much attention to a man's nuts before. I've always been much more interested in their shafts.

I began drawing and thought I noticed it begin to inflate. I wasn't sure, but quickly took advantage of the situation and went down to draw it. I began the drawing of his dick.

It definitely was a little longer than before, but not by much. It was about the same as when I saw it two days ago. I think my cleavage did it to him, or perhaps it was my hands spreading open his legs. In either case, Roberto didn't seem to notice. He simply sat on the stool as though nothing was out of the ordinary.

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Lisa & The Male Model Pt. 1

My name is Linda. I am a twenty-six year old woman who lives alone in an old house I recently inherited from my grandmother. The house is a large Victorian style almost big enough to be considered a mansion, located in the outskirts of Orlando, Florida. My dearly departed grandmother used it as a winter home to get away from the frigid, icy conditions of West Chicago. It was an escape for her - a way to get around the demanding Chicago winter.

I moved into the house six months ago. The first thing I did was to move out my grandmother's old things. I would not stereotype her as being old fashioned, but my dearly departed 87 year-old grandmother and a 26 year-old granddaughter do not exactly share the same interior decorating ideas. Out went the tiny 14-inch television set to be replaced with a big screen. Away went the porcelain bathtub, replaced with a modern shower so I could stop washing my hair in the kitchen sink. And I certainly had to get rid of her old phonograph player. I mean, who listens to records any more in the age of the CD?

I live in the house as a single woman who has never been married nor do I have any immediate plans to get married - or at least there is no one special in my life right now. It is not because I am ugly or because I have anything against men; it's just that I can't find the right guy. I actually like men very much and I really enjoy the sex, but my relationships never last. As soon as a guy gets me into bed a few times, he starts to change and then leaves me for someone else. Men conquer me as though I am a prize filly, and then toss me aside for another.

The problem is my boobs. They're too big. I am a short Hispanic woman with a large set of tits, and I know it is my boobs that initially draw men to me. A guy will notice the bulge in my blouse as I sit at the bar or he passes by me at work. I can tell what they really want by the way their eyes inevitably roam down to my chest or glance at my cleavage. Men often look at me as though they are trying to imagine what is under my clothing, picturing me in a bra or perhaps in the nude. As they politely hold the door open for me to pass through, I know they are actually imagining their hands wrapped around my ample melons instead. Men try to capture me like I am some sort of rare object they need to add to their collections.

It starts simple at first. The guy will set a subtle trap with his words and actions. He will say nice things and will act very polite. He might compliment me on what I am wearing for the evening or maybe take me to an expensive restaurant to show off his bank account. Basically, he starts out treating me like royalty.

I never let a guy to have his way at the start. I am not an easy girl. I was raised proper and will not allow a man to take me to bed on the first date; or even the second or usually the third. Despite his best efforts, I will force him to wait until we at least get to know each other. And if I don't like what I see, I may not allow him to take me at all.

Eventually, after I go out with a guy a few times and I conclude there is a potential for something between us, I'll go to bed with him.

The sex is always really good at first. Men seem to like the extra excitement a big pair of tits adds to the sexual experience, as though my boobs take their immediate attention away from my pussy. As a consequence, the foreplay lasts a long time and the excitement really builds. Men have a fun time squeezing my melons and teasing on my big nipples, and I like it too. The experience really gets them aroused and ready to fuck by the time we finally get around to doing it.

The problem starts after we have sex a few times. Some hold out longer than others. One guy may wait until he gets me in the sack a few times while another will be more interested in trying out a couple different positions. But inevitably, they all turn out the same. After the guy discovers what it feels like to lift the weight of my big tits in his hands or pucker up to my inflated nipples, the novelty begins to wear off. He doesn't complement me as much and refuses to take me to nice places (except when he can show me off to his buddies). He begins to treat me more like a bimbo, like an object rather than a person. At the same time, he no longer works as hard at hiding his own faults. His true personality begins to show through the facade. Most of the time the guy turns out to be a real jerk.

The sex is always good, but after awhile I get tired of it. One guy after another! It is always the same. I wish I could meet a man who would take me for who I truly am. That's what made it all the more frustrating when the tables were turned.

As I said, I live in an old house that I inherited from my Grandmother. It is a large Victorian house that is really much too big for me. Along with the house, my grandmother also left me some money. In fact, she left me quite a bit of money. It wasn't a fortune, but it was enough to quit my job as a secretary and pursue a dream I had since childhood. I was always quite good at drawing and wanted to be an artist. I didn't expect to become a famous artist, but it was what I liked. I had always hoped that I was at least good enough to perhaps teach it to others some day.

I tried to pursue my dream out of High School, but with no success. I enrolled myself in a private liberal arts school for two years in attempt to try it, but I soon discovered it was a waist of time. There isn't much money in being an artist, and the tuition bills were beginning to mount. Even the most famous painters in history- Michelangelo, Salvador Dali, and a lot of others lived in poverty for much of their lives. Ironically, most of the most famous artists did not become famous until after they died.

It took me two years, but finally I came to my senses and decided to be more practical. I dropped out of school to get a real job. My dream had to put on the back burner, left sizzling as a hobby as I pursued more practical matters on the front burners.

I got a chance to change things after my grandmother died and she left me most of the inheritance. I was her favorite, as she always said, and now I got to reap the rewards. Despite the high electric bills for the poorly insulated house in the summer and the constant need for maintenance of the old house all year round, I owned the place free-and-clear. And there are not many 26-year olds who can say they own a house without a mortgage. Furthermore, I had enough cash left over from the inheritance to buy a nice compliment of stocks, bonds, and a rather healthy savings account. It was enough so I could quit my job and pursue my childhood dream.

I began my adventure by turning the downstairs sunroom into a studio. I now spend most of my days doing sketches, drawings, and the occasional painting. My primary specialty is pencil and chalk drawings. I am also pretty good with cartoon figures and once tried to start a little cartoon column in the local paper. It only went on for five weeks, though, until the Mayor didn't like my particular rendering of his likeness.

Brush painting with colors is still difficult for me, although that is where most of the money lies. I notice most shoppers at the weekend art shows seem to want large, color landscape scenes. They want paintings to put over their fireplace mantels. Some are willing to spend thousands of dollars for one, even from an unknown artist! I've tried the big time myself, but I prefer the black-and-white medium. The most I ever made for a drawing was $200.00, which I guess means I am talented but far from famous.

I began with landscape scenes, drawings pictures of seagulls flying across the beach or the structure of an interesting buildings in town, but lately I moved on to the more difficult subject of the human form. For this, I needed models; so I started hiring models and made a number of figures. It was strange at first. I mean, it felt strange to have another person standing in my living room as I transferred their image to the canvas, but I gradually got used to it. Most of the models were art students themselves and therefore understood my passion. Most were also female because I didn't want some strange guy looking back at my bulging chest. One model in particular, Lisa, eventually became a good friend of mine. She gave me many compliments and said she liked my work - and she didn't say it just to humor me or because she was being paid. She came over many times for free just so she could learn some of my techniques. We even exchanged places a few times and she drew me instead. I have to sadly admit, though, she was not very talented herself.

My first drawings of the human form were of the face and upper limbs. I found it difficult in the beginning. It was hard to properly capture the subtle color change in the fleshtones of the human form, but my eyes were gradually able to pick out the details. The more I practiced, the better I became. It was as though the circuits between my eyes and fingertips slowly started developing in my brain.

My first drawings were all of clothed models, but as any good artist will tell you, it is more important to paint the nude form. I knew this all along and really wanted to paint a nude model, but was too embarrassed to ask. I would never pose nude myself, and I therefore didn't think it proper to ask someone else to do it for me. Besides, I figured models would ask for a lot more money to pose nude.

I didn't draw a nude until Lisa made an offer to pose herself. "Why not?" She questioned with reason. "It's art! It's not slut."

I agreed and we went ahead. Lisa posed nude for me in my sunroom.

I must admit, it felt strange having a nude woman lying down in the couch in my house. But like before, I gradually got used to it. I soon went into a trance and could ignore the fact she was nude. I drew for the shear pleasure of drawing the human form and capturing all the sulitaries of the human muscle structure. Lisa later talked some of her friends into posing nude for me also, and I found that I really enjoyed it. My work visibly improved.

"Now you should try a man," Lisa told me one day. "Forget about painting woman all the time! You should try experimenting with the more dramatic and corrosive muscle structure of a man."

"In the nude?" I questioned back. "I don't think so! It would feel too awkward."

"Why not?" Lisa asked back. "You're a professional and I know a few male models who are also professional. You should expand your experience. I think it would improve your talents."

So far, all my nudes were female, except for the time when one of my old boyfriends allowed me to draw him, but the drawing was now in ashes. I burned it right after he suggested a threesome with one of his old girlfriends.

Still, Lisa had a point. It would be a real challenge to do a drawing of a nude male. I thought about it a long time. After a few more proddings by Lisa, I finally gave in.

The next afternoon the phone rang with a prospect. "Hello," I answered.

"Hello. I'm a friend of Lisa and I'm calling about a modeling job. She said you were looking for an undraped male model."

"Yes," I choked. Undraped in the language of an artist meant nude. I wasn't quite sure how to respond to a man offering to pose nude for me.

"Am I speaking to the right person?"

"Oh yes," I came to my senses. "I'm Linda. Lisa told me she would give out my number, but I wasn't expecting a response to soon."

"Sorry!" He graciously apologized. "I can call back later if you want."

"No, that's fine," I felt like she was tripping over my own words. "That's fine. The sooner the better, I guess."

The line was silent for several seconds.

"Um, what do you pay?" He finally took the initiative.

I hadn't thought about pay yet. Most models earn near minimum wage. Undraped female models usually wanted a little more, and I figured a guy would want even better pay. "Fifteen dollars an hour," I took a wild guess and then added the single word "undraped" under my breath.

"That's fine!" He accepted enthusiastically.

By the tone of his voice I realized my estimate was too high, but it didn't matter. I had the money and could always lower for the next time - if there was a next time.

Then I thought about what I was doing and realized I forgot to ask him any questions. I felt stupid. I was practically offering him a job without knowing anything about him.

"I know you are a friend of Lisa and you are probably acceptable," I told him. "But could you tell me about yourself? I mean, do you have any previous modeling experience?"

"Oh yes, quite a bit over the last two years. It helps pay for tuition."

"You are a student then? What's your major?"

"At the moment, undeclared," He answered almost shamefully. "I came in under a soccer scholarship and play on the football and baseball teams, and I am still taking classes in several areas to search for what I really want. I met Lisa in one of my art classes."

It sounded as though he was a real athlete. Linda liked that, for it meant he probably had well toned muscles that would add to her experience. She also had a momentary thought about how exciting it would be to see him in the nude, but she quickly dismissed it. This is art, not slut, she reminded herself.

"What kind of modeling experience do you have?" She quickly forced her mind to look in different direction.

"Commercial photography and posing for artist like yourself. An ad agency first picked me off the street. They said I had the perfect face for one of their layouts. I've been doing modeling ever since and I really like it. It's one of the few jobs where I can fit around classes and soccer practice."

He sounded pleasant enough and already had some experience. His mention of an add agency picking him off the street started me thinking that he probably had a very handsome face. It looked as if Lisa picked out the perfect candidate.

"You're hired," I offered him the job. "When are you available?"

"Tuesday and Thursday mornings are best for me. I don't have any classes until the afternoon on those days. And I'm an early riser."

I laughed. "I'm afraid I am not an early riser myself. How does 9:00 AM sound?"

"Sounds good! I'll be there."

"By the way, my name's Linda." I suddenly realized I hadn't given him my name yet.

"Oh, sorry, I'm Roberto."

I gave him my address and we finished the call.

* * * *

Tuesday morning was hot and humid. Roberto arrived at about a quarter to nine. I opened the front door and was pleasantly surprised.

Roberto was young and finely muscled. He wore shorts and a tank top that nicely displayed his large biceps and muscular chest. I should of known what to expect, but I pushed it out of my mind instead. A guy going to school on a sports scholarship would naturally be well built and muscular. He was a fine specimen of a man and looked perfect to practice and fine-tune my drawing skills. I couldn't help but think he was also a fine specimen for a girl to do many other things with as well.

"Morning, I'm Roberto," He greeted at the door, interrupting my pleasant thoughts.

I couldn't help but fantasy what he would look like without the shorts and tank top to get in the way, and then suddenly realized I would. This male body was going to pose for me in the nude! I couldn't believe it.

"I take it, you're Linda?" He questioned.

I came back to my senses and tried to put the picture of his nude body out of my mind. "Oh yes! You have the right house."

We shook hands. I noticed his grasp was hard and raspy. His hands were callused. He almost crushed my tiny fingers.

I invited him in and walked him back to the sunroom where I had my studio set up. Right away he showed interest in my drawings that I had stuck up around the studio walls. "These are great!" he said enthusiastically.

"Thank you," I replied, not really sure if he really meant it or not.

"Wow, you really understand the human body! You show great promise."

I figured he was just bullshitting, brow noosing like a will oiled politician, but I appreciated the compliment anyway.

We talked for about ten minutes before getting started. I asked him a few questions about school, and he asked me a few questions about my work. He seemed intelligent and was a good conversationalist. He mentioned something about a chemistry lab he had to finish up after lunch. He didn't sound like the typical jock.

I was a little scarred of him at first. He was a big guy, especially compared to my small stature. I think my eyes only came up to his chest. He looked to be nearly six feet tall and probably weighed in at about 220 lbs. - and there wasn't much in the way of fat on his body. It looked as though he did a lot of weightlifting to keep himself healthy.

He made me feel nervous. There were butterflies in my tummy, making me feel as though I was about to give a speech in front of a large audience. I tried to hide it. I didn't want him to know that he was my first male nude model, even though Lisa may have told him anyway. I don't know if he noticed it or not.

His words slowly put me to rest. I would have preferred to talk to him a lot more, but he said he needed to finish up by 11:30. He suggested we get started, so I pointed to a folding screen in the corner of the room that Lisa liked to use. It seemed strange at the time, to offer an area for privacy to a guy who was about to take off all his cloths, but it seemed like the pilot thing to do.

Roberto disappeared behind the screen to re-emerged two minutes later wearing a plain silk robe. I continued talking the whole time, telling him the poses were up to him. I think the talking helped me to relax.

"I first want to get accustomed to drawing your form," I told him. "I have nothing special in mind. I figured a couple of ten to fifteen minute drawings each. You can decide on the poses and when to change," I offered. "If you find a pose too much of a strain, just change."

"OK."

I saw him in the robe and he looked even better. The knowledge of the lack of clothing underneath began to get me excited.

"You can stand or there is a couch and stool," I spoke to get it out of my mind.

Then he did it. He simply nodded and removed his robe. He undressed like it was nothing out of the ordinary.

I liked what I saw! He had long, muscular legs and a tight backside. His physic was excellent. And best of all, he looked like he was rather well hung! I tried not to look too close, but his dick looked to be a little longer than what I considered average.

For the first drawing, he simply sat on the arm of the couch and leaned back. He faced me at an angle and gave me a profile, which made his dick look even bigger. I started drawing just to keep my eyes off it, but it remained very impressive and I couldn't stop looking down at the thing. I began to fantasize what it would look like when it was proud and erect. And the more I looked at it, the more I started realizing how big he was. He was definitely more than the average six incher. This one was at least seven; maybe even eight or nine. Occasionally it seemed to swell slightly, but I think this was only my imagination.

To be continued...

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Three Coeds and a Huge Cock

After a particularly busy and stressful week of classes and exams, I
wanted to take Friday night to relax and get caught up with domestic
chores such as laundry and food shopping. After a long luxurious bath, I
went to get dressed and realized that I was out of clean panties. Since I
was just going to do laundry, I threw on an old pair of threadbare jeans
and a flannel shirt with no bra and headed out to the laundromat. As I was
sorting and loading my clothes into washers, a fairly good?looking guy
came in and started doing his wash beside me. I could feel him looking at
me, and when I looked over at him he said that he recognized me from an
English History course we had taken together. With the ice broken, and a
common experience to discuss, a long conversation ensued. He had a high
energy level, was very funny and was a great conversationalist. Despite
the way I looked, I could tell that Eric was trying to pick me up. As I
was folding my clothes, he asked if I wanted to go out for a drink. Since
I was tired, and wasn’t looking my finest, I turned him down, but agreed
to go out with him the next night.

Saturday night we went to a local Italian restaurant for a sandwich and a
couple of beers. Once again, the conversation was good, and it became more
personal and suggestive as the night went on; he was a master of the
sexual innuendo. In the driveway of my apartment building, Eric leaned
over and gave me a long, passionate kiss. Although I was moderately
attracted to him, I had no intention of inviting him in to the apartment
on the first date. I responded to his kiss, and things quickly became
passionate. We actually fogged up the windshield like a couple of 16 year
olds. Before I knew it, his hand was inside my blouse and my bra was
unclasped. He cupped my breast and leaned over and licked and sucked on my
hardening nipples. In the heat of the action, my hand inadvertently
brushed against his crotch, which he must have taken as a sign of
interest, because he took my hand and pressed it against the bulge in his
jeans. He felt absolutely gigantic. He also must have been incredibly
uncomfortable because his erect penis seemed to be bulging and contorted
inside his jeans.

I rubbed his erection through his pants and could tell that it was very
thick. After a while of that I decided to unzip his pants and touch his
bare cock. It was so large, however, that I had to unbuckle his belt and
undo the waist of his pants to get at it. I was absolutely awestruck by
its length and girth. He was a mutant of nature! Eric finally broke the
tension by asking what I thought of it; there was clearly a proud tone in
his voice. I told him that it was the largest penis I had ever seen, to
which he responded that it was the largest he’d ever seen as well. He was
talking like a proud father when he gave me its statistics; ten inches
long and seven and a half inches in circumference.

I touched it as if it was a dangerous animal that might snap at me. I
couldn’t help but be fascinated by it and would have liked to have turned
on the inside light for a close visual inspection. I could feel that it
was circumcised, curved like a banana, and that it had a big blood vessel
running up the length of the underside. In the faint light of the
streetlight I could see its’ massive, dark red head pointing upward at my
face. For some reason, his huge cock made me feel uncomfortable, and soon
came up with an excuse to get out of the car and go into the apartment. As
I got out of the car, he said he’d call me during the week.

Both of my roommates were up when I walked in. They are very close friends
that I have known since freshman year, and I could tell them anything. I
described my experience to them in great detail, and they were both full
of questions and lewd comments. Lisa is a stunning, slender, 5’5” Italian
with comparatively dark skin, and a firm curvaceous body. I frequently saw
her naked in the sauna at school, and she has large firm breasts with
large dark nipples. Her pubic hair is jet black and thick, and she always
complained to us that guys would not perform oral sex on her because of
it. Jennifer and I solved her problem by advising her to shave, which she
does routinely and completely. She said her sex life improved remarkably
as soon as she did.

Jennifer is tall, blonde, 5’10”and exceedingly thin. She has pale skin, small breasts and tiny, pale pink
nipples, which she always claimed were tremendously sensitive. She never,
ever wears a bra; I think she owns one. In my opinion, her best physical
features are her thin hips, nicely rounded butt and perfect looking pussy.
Now I’m not a lesbian and have never been with another woman, but if I
did, it would be with her because she has the most beautiful pussy I have
ever seen. She has thin, pale blonde, neatly trimmed pubic hair and a
neat, clean?looking pussy with no protruding lips.

To complete the picture, I’m a 5’7 brunette with a 35C?25?35 figure. I play
a lot of tennis and have a firm body. I’ve always been called wholesome
looking, which is an image I couldn’t shed if I wore a tight, red, fishnet
dress, nothing underneath and spiked heels. I like sex, flirt and sexually
joke around with guys, and tend to be an exhibitionist, but sexy I’m not.

Anyway, we couldn’t comprehend how Eric could hide or function with such a
heavy monster in his pants. We all wondered how far we’d be able to get it
in, if at all. We joked about trying to give him a blowjob, and agreed
that Jennifer would likely be the most successful because she had the
biggest mouth. Then we all recounted stories about the biggest cocks we
had ever encountered. Lisa had dated a black guy with an incredibly long,
thin cock, and Jennifer had dated a guy with a cock of average length, but
it’s girth so large that she had to use lubricant to get it in. The
penises of every man that I had been with previously seemed
inconsequential compared to Eric’s.

The next day it donned on me that I needed a plan for when Eric called.
After a lot of thought, I finally decided that, although I was fond of
him, that I would not see him anymore. His penis literally scared me. My
roommates jokingly requested that I invite him over for an exhibition of
his manhood before I dumped him. Given his comment in the car, I had a
feeling that he would like nothing better.

I was hopeful that my problem was solved when I didn’t hear from Eric all
week. After our last classes on Friday, Lisa, Jennifer and I went downtown
to our favorite pub for happy hour. By seven o’clock we were pretty buzzed
and decided to walk home and regroup. We hadn’t been in the door two
minutes before there was a knock; it was Eric. I invited him in, and
introduced him to my roommates. Thinking that my roommates would leave us
alone so I could dump him, I led him into the living room and sat down.
Before I could tell Eric what was on my mind, Lisa and Jennifer came
sauntering in with beers and munchies. I’m sure they wanted to check him
out for themselves.

I was still very buzzed from happy hour and assume that both my
roommates were as well. We all sat there drinking and making uncomfortable
small talk when out of nowhere Jennifer came out with, “I hear you have
quite a rocket in those trousers. How about letting us take a look at it.”
I couldn’t look at him, but I knew Eric glanced in my direction. Since no
long?term relationship was going to happen between Eric and me, I didn’t
really care what happened from that point on. In fact, the thought of
getting a good, long, well lit look at it was kind of appealing to me. I
finally turned to Eric and said, “Go ahead.”

Eric didn’t seem to know how to react, but with additional prodding from
Jennifer and Lisa, he stood up and began to undo his pants. Eric was going
to just drop his pants to his thighs and lower his underpants, but
Jennifer directed him to take off his pants completely. With his pants at
his knees, Eric sat back down and took off his shoes, socks and pants. I
watched intently as the large bulge in his underwear started to get
larger. When he lowered his underpants, his cock was sticking straight
out, and the tip of his cock nearly touched his face when he bent over to
take off his underwear. Jennifer burst out with “holy shit,” and Lisa was
mesmerized and speechless. As he stood in the living room nude from the
waist down exposing himself to my roommates, his cock continued to swell
and grow until it was pointing straight up. Without any coaxing from
Jennifer, Eric took off his shirt, revealing a hairless, muscular chest.
He must have been a weight lifter because he had a rock solid butt and
every muscle in his body was developed. He had a fantastic body, and he
was clearly enjoying showing it off to us.

None of us said a word after he dropped his underwear and exposed himself
until Jennifer called him over for a “closer inspection.” As he walked
over, his huge cock swayed from side to side in a large arch. Unabashed,
Jennifer reached out and grabbed a hold of Eric’s huge cock. All she could
utter was “wow.” Lisa moved over onto the couch beside Jennifer for a
closer look. Jennifer cupped his testicles with one hand and explored his
cock with the other. She could only get her hand about two thirds of the
way around it. Lisa reached out and touched his cock too. Jennifer looked
over at me and said, “There’s room for another hand on here, Sue,” which
was absolutely true. This whole thing was just too weird for me. Without
thinking, I came back with, “Jennifer, lets see if you can get your big
mouth around that.” Both she and Eric looked over at me in unison.

Jennifer had removed her hand, but Lisa was still holding onto his
erection. Eric moved forward and Lisa tilted his huge penis toward
Jennifer’s face. “No way,” Jennifer said and moved away, but Lisa and I
urged her to try. After some more coaxing, Jennifer leaned forward and
worked the dark red knob and about another inch into her mouth. She pulled
it out, and a long strand of saliva stayed attached to the end of his cock
as she pulled away. I couldn’t believe what was occurring. I never
expected to witness one of my roommates doing such a thing.

“Your turn,” Eric said as he turned toward me with the end of his cock
still glistening from Jennifer’s saliva.

“I’ll do it only if Lisa goes first,” I said, trying to quickly divert the
peer pressure that I knew would be coming my way. I knew that I would most
likely be pressured into it, and, while I secretly wanted to get my hands
(but not necessarily my mouth) around that beautiful monster again, I
didn’t want to appear anxious. After all, I was planning on dumping
him…wasn’t I. “Wait a minute,” Lisa said as we all turned toward her,
“I’ve never had one of those in my mouth, and I don’t intend to start with
that one.” Simultaneously we all began putting pressure on Lisa to go for
it. While she seemed adamant, we all knew she would resist, but relent in
the end. Eric moved toward her, and she tentatively grasped it, studied it
for a second, and then inserted it into her surprisingly large mouth. I
would say she got it in an inch or so further than Jennifer before she
started to gag and quickly pulled it out.

My pussy was tingling and incredibly wet with the anticipation of my turn.
I’ve given blowjobs before, men have cum in my mouth, and I even swallow
cum if I’m turned on enough, so putting his cock in my mouth didn’t cause
me to react the way I did. Perhaps it was watching Jennifer and Lisa with
this naked man, perhaps it was that I hadn’t had a man for a long time, or
perhaps I’m a more of an exhibitionist than I thought. For whatever
reason, I stood up, boldly off my jeans and panties, and announced that I
wanted to see if I could get it into my pussy. My roommates and Eric
looked at me in shock, but encouraged me on.

I had Eric sit on the ottoman. Facing him, I straddled his legs and used
my fingers to open my pussy as wide as possible. Jennifer and Lisa were
hysterical with laughter. I held his cock in my hand, guided it to my
opening and pressed down, but couldn’t get it in. Eric put his finger into
my pussy up to the first knuckle, wiggled it around and spread some of my
juices onto the knob of his cock. Little by little I lowered myself onto
his massive cock. Nothing had ever filled me so completely. I slowly moved
up and down on his shaft, and with each stroke his cock penetrated me
deeper, until I could feel the tip of his monstrous cock pressing against
my cervix. I said that it was in as far as I could stand, and Jennifer
announced that there were still two inches to go. The pain and the
pleasure were unbelievable! In my delirious state, I wanted every void
filled, so I continued to press downward and rotated on his shaft to get
maximum penetration and fulfillment.

I had never done anything remotely like this before. I had my eyes closed
so that I didn’t look in Eric’s face and to avoid being reminded of what I
was doing. It was like I was not there and this was happening to someone
else; some cheap slut. I wanted to pump up and down wildly on his cock,
but was afraid to reveal the pleasure that I was receiving to my roommates
who must have been watching their normally conservative friend in shock
and disbelief. I rocked back and forth for a while allowing his cock to
rub deep inside me. Eventually, I threw away my inhibitions, and with
Eric’s help, began sliding up and down on his shaft. The pace and
intensity of Eric’s thrusts increased, and the pain started to become
intense as the end of his rocket rammed against my cervix. After a couple
of minutes, the pain eclipsed the pleasure and I extricated myself and
collapsed on the floor.

I was afraid that Eric was going to try to reenter me as I lay there, but
when I looked up he was standing there jerking off with Jennifer and Lisa
looking on. Jennifer reached over, grabbed his cock and stroked with him.
Eric told Lisa to remove her blouse and bra. When they were off, he guided
Lisa from the couch to the ottoman and started to rub his cock between her
breasts. With each stroke, the tip of his cock touched her chin. His
thrusts became longer and faster. After a short while he stopped, walked
over to Jennifer, placed his hand on the back of her head, and pressed her
mouth over the head of his cock. Within seconds Eric came and Jennifer
quickly pulled away from his cock. Huge amounts of cum continued to spurt
from his cock, and Jennifer had cum in and around her mouth, in her hair,
and dripping from her chin.

That evening with Eric was the topic of conversation for a long time, and
I have taken a tremendous amount of ribbing for my actions. Although we
have talked about inviting Eric over to have another session with his
mutant member, we haven’t followed through with it. Perhaps some night
we’ll run in to him at happy hour and Jennifer and Lisa can experience the
pleasure and pain that I did that night.

THE END

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The CFNM Locker Room Interview

Since I started writing for the college paper all of my assignments had been campus pieces but since this was my senior year I wanted to do something different. When the editor assigned me to the last football game of the year I jumped at the chance. Little did I know what I had been missing all these years.

I was supposed to interview our star Quarterback Rick. He was the guy all the girls in campus swooned over. He was the typical all American boy. Tall, musclular, blond hair and blue eyed. I have to admit, he was very attractive but I never went for the athletic types. Its safe to say that I've completely changed my mind about that.

I was running late for the interview and when I get to the locker room the security people there gave me a hard time because I wasn't the normal student who handled the sports assignments. After some arguing and a call the school editor, I was finally allowed in. The world of athletes, or better yet, nude athletes was opened to me. I didn't realize that I would be seeing so many naked men. It was amazing. They walked around with nothing on and they didn't care. I actually forget for a moment why I was there. I was transfixed on all the naked asses and swinging cocks. This was a women's dream.

After gathering my breath I finally made my way over to Rick's locker. He was still talking to other reporters, some from major newspapers, other schools and radio. He was still in his uniform. It must have been another 15 minutes before the crowd dispersed and I could get close enough to ask my questions.

"Hi Rick, Gina Walters for the school paper. Can I ask you a few questions". I could sense he was annoyed. He was sitting down and was about to start taking off his cleats when I approached him. He looked up and I thought he was going to say no but he got a good look at me and changed his mind. I guess he liked what he saw of me. I'm not one to brag but I've been told by many guys that I'm quite attractive. I guess Rick fell into that category.

"I guess I could answer a few more" he said. He finished taking off his cleats and stood up. He took off his jersey and shoulder pads. God, he was really put together. "Don't you have some questions to ask" he said. I must have seemed dumbstruck. I couldn't get over his physique. I began asking my list of questions, each time taking the chance to peak at him while he answered.

For awhile he was just standing there in just his football pants. He loosened his waistband and pulled down his pants. He was now standing in his jockstrap. I couldn't believe it. He was almost naked. I was down to my last question so I started coming up with additional questions. "Do you mind if I can continue to get changed, I have to hit the showeres" he said. Mind, was he nuts! I wasn't leaving. "No, go right ahead" I said matter of factly, trying to hide my excitement.

He actually waited there in just his jockstrap, listening to the rest of my phoney questions. I was getting worried that he might think the interview was over. I did my best to throw as many questions in as I could. I also noticed the bulge in his jockstrap. I could see the outline of his cock against the material. He was huge. I was waiting for him to finally pull the jockstrap down. If didn't do it soon I was going to ask him to. Finally, the moment of truth. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jocksrap, paused to look at me and he slid them down over his ass and down his legs.

His cock flopped out and hung between his legs. It was huge and it wasn't even hard. I gasped and was staring right at it. "Uh, Gina...do you have anymore questions?". I didn't even hear him at first. I was admiring this beautiful male specimen in all his naked glory. "Gina?". "Hmm, oh, ah yea actually I have a few more" I said. I wasn't about to leave now. "Oh, okay. Tell you what. Let me shower and I'll come back out and we'll finish" he said.

Rick smiled at me as he headed off to the shower room. I watched him as he walked away and admired the tightness of his ass. I began to imagine what it must feel like. What it would be like to touch and stroke his naked body. The thought of it was making me wet.

I realized that the locker room was empty. I was the only one in here and Rick was the only one in the shower. I decided that I wanted to continue this interview but that I wouldn't wait for Rick to return. I headed for the shower room.

It was a large open space with two short walls on either side of the room. The players must have left their towels on these walls because there was only one, Rick's. I walked over to the wall and I noticed Rick was using the shower right behind it. He hadn't heard me approach so I just decided to stay and watch.

The water cascaded down his large muscled frame. He had his back to me and I watched as the soapy water rolled down his back, over his ass and down his legs. He was unbelievably gorgeous. He slowly started to turn, massaging the soap in his hands to work up a lather. He must have been enjoying the warmth of the shower because he never noticed me.

He turned again and now he was facing me. His cock was large and thick and hung low between his legs. He was soaping up his chest and then his stomach, moving slowly down to his groin. I was beginning to feel week. He started washing his cock and balls. I noticed how he took his time. His cock seemed to grow a little as he worked the area. It was then that he opened his eyes and saw me. "Hey", he said and he covered himself up. "the reporters don't come back in here you know". I just grinned as he tried to cover himself.

"I was just waiting for you to finish so we could conclude this interview. I thought I'd ask you some questions here to get it done sooner but when I came in you seemed so content I didn't want to disturb you".

For the first time he seemed a little annoyed. "I thought we agreed to finish this when I came out of the shower. It would be nice to have some privacy".

I just continued to smile. I removed the sport coat I had on to reveal the thin low cut blouse I was wearing. It showed off my ample breasts. Rick was staring at them immediately. "Rick, I've already seen everything. If you want me to leave then I will...its up to you". I was hoping that he said that I could stay.

He frowned. "I guess its alright. Keep this out of the story though".

"No problem" I said. I paused. "Now why don't you finish cleaning that thick cock of yours".

He blushed at my comment. I couldn't believe I was making this stud blush. He slowly moved his hands away. His cock twitched. I could tell her was excited. "Go ahead. Wash you dick. Make sure its good and clean". He started lathering up the soap again. Slowly he took his cock in his hand and started working the shaft. He slowly looked up at me. I let him see on my face how much I was enjoying this.

His cock was growing quickly. It looked enormous in his hand. I decided now was the chance to make my move. I moved around the wall and towards Rick. He stopped stroking himself. "Let me give you a hand". I reached in and took hold of his dick. I led him from the spray of the water so I wouldn't get wet. It felt so powerful to lead such a strong beautiful man by the cock.

I moved him towards the middle of the shower room away from the water. "I think you'll like this". I started moving my hand up and his shaft. Slowly at first then faster. His cock was fully engorged. I moved around behind him, feeling his ass and then his thigh. Once behind him I cupped his balls while stroking his cock. His cock felt warm and hard in my hand.

I could feel Rick breathing heavy. My panties were now soaked. He was beginning to tense. His legs straightened and every muscle was taught. The head of his cock was huge. I knew he was close to orgasm. I began furiously pumping my hand on his cock. He groaned and then thick white jets of cum shot from his cock. His whole body quivered and then relaxed as he went to a knee.

I walked towards the shower wall and picked up my coat. "Wait a minute" he said breathlessly. "Where are you going? he asked.

"I need to type up my story" I said.

"But I was thinking I...you know...maybe we could go back to my place" he said walking towards me, his cock still a raging hard-on, his face flush with excitement.

"I think I've got all I need, thanks Rick. Who knows, maybe we could do another interview" I said smiling with the full intention of trying this again. He just stared at me not believing. I took once last opportunity to look up and down his gorgeous naked body. "Thanks" I said. I winked and then headed out of the locker room.

THE END

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