Note: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and not intended. The author maintains full copyright of this material and licenses the use of it by Nifty.org as specified in information on the website. Please do not use it in any other published manner without the permission of the author.
As this is erotic fiction featuring male on male sex, please leave this site if such stories are offensive to you. This story features cross-dressing and mention of female body parts. If you are under age in your jurisdiction, please leave this site at once.
If you enjoy this story and others like it, please consider contributing to support Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html . Feel too send any comments, suggestions, or opinions to my email.
Thank you!
I've been sitting in my car for the past fifteen minutes. It took me well over an hour to work up the courage to make the drive, and now, I can't recall a second of the half hour trip. My hands are still white-knuckle clamped on the steering wheel, and I keep eyeing the neighborhood to see if anyone is eyeing me, thinking me suspicious.
I shift in my seat and shudder at the carnal current from my cock; my soft foreskin slides against a precum-slick head. My whole body bristles with the sensation, and there is a thumb sized, glistening spot on the front of my jeans. Thoughts of this whole situation heading south and me ending up on the nightly news project onto my mental theater as I lightly thumb the stain. Without a second thought I bring my wet thumb to my mouth, touching the salty, sweet juice to the tip of my tongue, and suck my finger clean.
This isn't the first drawing session at Professor Mairan's tudor style home that I am attending, but this one will be quite different for me. While before I have been content to simply sate my voyeurism, tonight I will test my exhibitionism. My body hasn't quite decided how it feels about that. A quickened rhythm beats against my ribcage. My palms are like a dog's breath on a Georgian summer afternoon. My cock has been semi-hard and slick with precum since morning. Anxiety and horniness wrestle for control of my body, their muscular, bulging, speedo clad bodies oiled up and writhing together on the ma...wait...horniness definitely in the lead right now.
Anywho...Professor Mairan's drawing sessions are by invitation only, to a very select group of his students. A very select group of his male students.
The homos.
I remember being somewhat stunned when I got my first invitation. I thought the invitations were for the exceptionally talented students, and the professor seemed to critique my work harsher than that of the others. I knew little about these sessions, but I quickly found out what really went on. Chris, a classmate and friend who loves this course so much that this is his third semester enrolled, divulged the prurient, orgiastic details; they are nude model drawing session that turn into orgies.
Yes! Please.
For each session, after some time of actual drawing of the model, two or more participants have sex in front of everyone while the rest of us do what we wish: watch, jerk off, have sex with each other, join in on the main show, keep drawing. It is actually quite hot seeing guys standing at their easels, charcoal marking paper with one hand, the other stroking their stiff cocks. And you are correct in guessing that sometimes they shoot their load onto their drawing. Naturally.
During my first drawing session, I was caught staring at one sketching masturbator. David. Insert tween sigh here. I ogled him so lewdly, I'm certain he felt the force of my stare on his prostate. I gaped at the hard, thick, 6 inch cock that was sticking out of his jeans' open zipper. It was gorgeous, curving up, uncut, a veiny shaft of palest pink, and a darker pink head. At the base, a few ginger pubes poked out, which match his hair. The home decor was a matching set. Only Nutella makes me drool more.
David has a stocky, 5'7" rugby player's body; a muscular body for sure, but soft and round in all the right places. His pale skin is painted with the faintest blush, smooth as a nectarine where he isn't hairy, and seemingly completely unblemished. Constantly poking at his shirts are quarter sized, oval nipples that are lewd in their pinkness. From his cherubic face peer grey-green, almond shaped eyes that gaze into the deepest, darkest parts of me. Yes, that is a euphemism for gazing at my hole when he rims me. Obvi.
He was three spots down from me that first night, his hand slowly sliding up and down his shiny, precum-bathed cock. He hadn't spit on his cock or hand once, it was all just slick, sticky precum. Yes, I had watched him that closely despite the hot sex that was taking place on the model's stand. I swore I could smell the musk of his balls from where I sat. God only knows how long I stared, mind dizzy with thirst, but when I looked up at his face, his luminous, angelic smile was pointed in my direction, quickly turning into a decidedly devilish, lopsided grin. Love at first sight. Dripping wet at first sight.
The rest of that drawing session was all glances, sly grins, and slow strokes. We both carefully edged the whole time, our cocks dripping abundantly. You better believe we rushed to his place right after, where the unleashed sexual energy created the most fervid night of sex in my 20 years of existence.
And in store for tonight? Same, but with an audience.
I am still sitting in my car though, the spot on my jeans now larger thanks to my reveries. After a slow and deep inhalation through my nose, I proceeded to nearly choke on my own spit, startled by the sharp rap of knuckles tapping on my driver side window. Coughing and gasping, I turn to face a chuckling and grinning Chris, hunched over, looking in at me. I lower my window, the tendrils of cool night air that lick my face settling my anxiety slightly.
"Damnit Chris! You nearly killed me," I stammer, still recovering from my brush with death. "Don't you know better than to sneak up on someone sitting creepily in their car?"
"Are you serious, Marco? I honked at you as I drove by looking for parking" he says, incredulity erupting on his face.
"Then make even more noise next time. This isn't the kind of choking I'm into." I begin to gather my art supplies from my passenger seat as Chris chuckles.
"Well are you going in or not? Can't draw much from inside your car." he says.
"Please! The real reason we're here is exactly something I can do in my car" I retort, unbuckling my seat belt.
"Oh really? You can fit a dozen guys having sex in this clown car?" he quips, eyeing the inside of my car. Chris moves out of the way as I roll up my window and open the car door to step out. "Although I doubt any guys would want to go in there with the mess you've got in the backseat."
"Whore! First of all, you know what I meant, and second of all, the trunk of your car is a landfill." As I step out of my car, I surreptitiously peek at the backseat. Well damn! How had that happened? Admittedly, I'd been a little stressed with my school load lately, and somewhat preoccupied with David, but that mess was completely uncalled for.
"Fact. But it's a contained landfill and out of sight. Come on, let's go in." Chris nods his head in the direction of the professor's house and starts walking. I lock my car and follow, art supplies in hand, nerves in stomach. Our banter calmed me, and watching Chris walk a few steps ahead of me is another distraction in itself.
A handsome pocketful of man, Chris is 5'5", beautifully tan, raven haired, light-hazel eyed, and smooth all over. Well, hairless with the exception of his armpits, treasure trail, pubes, around his brown nipples, and encircling his mouth-watering pink hole. He has a gymnasts build, with far more ass than any white man has a right to. The junk in that trunk is always just barely contained. Chris seems to only wear pants that hug those curves, and are always low-waisted enough to show a good amount of butt cleavage. His wardrobe lacks underwear entirely. Not that any person in their right mind would complain. He is the type of person who can charm any trouser cobra out of it's basket.
I have spent a fair amount of time spreading his cheeks apart myself, gobsmacked by his tasty hole, the hair around it wet and matted with spit and sweat, burying my face in. As we walk around the house to the side entrance of the garage, I can feel my cock leaking again.
Inside the garage are rows of shelves with art supplies, and a half dozen easels propped against a wall. Voices emanate from ahead as we cross to enter the house. The entrance from the garage leads to a hallway, cherry wood paneling on the walls from floor to ceiling, adorned with stately molding. Professor Mairan's large studio is the first door on the left, a swath of light from the open door illuminating the intricate blue-on-white geometric pattern of the hallway runner. As we walk into the studio, I see that we are some of the last to show up. Most of the guys are already set up and ready to go.
The cherry paneling continues in the studio; it covers every room of the house, really. Tiffany glass sconces along all the walls provide ample light. Besides easels and art horses, the room is bare of other furnishings or decor, except for a five foot by four foot stage against the center of one wall that serves as a podium for the models. And as stage for the entertainment.
The professor is at the far end of the room, jovially talking to an athletic man that I haven't seen before. They are both wearing navy robes of a light cotton fabric, making the unknown man the model we would sketch tonight, most likely. Professor Mairan always wears the robe to his sessions. Easy access, I guess. He, of course, participates in all the events of his drawing sessions.
An imposing man in appearance, the Professor has the most easy-going, sweet, charming nature that I have ever come across. He is a chiseled, 6'4" frenchman, with white, wavy hair melding into a salt and pepper beard that he keeps immaculately trimmed. His nearly coal black eyes dance with mirth. His dimpled smile lights up his face and crinkles his eyes. The open collar of his robe reveals a portion of an owl tattoo across his smooth chest. The sash of his robe at his waist accentuates the taper from broad shoulders to narrow waist. Needless to say, a capital-D daddy, through and through.
I see David setting up his easel towards the center of the room. I catch his eye, a smile spreading across his sweet face. I make my way to an open spot next to him, and begin setting up my supplies on an unoccupied art horse.
"You know, part of me thought you weren't going to show." David admits.
"What would you have done if I hadn't?" I counter, standing up and folding my arms. David smiles, and I stiffen in multiple ways as I feel his fingers rub at the precum on my jeans. I stare, wide-eyed and heartbeat quickened, as he licks his fingers. Have I mentioned he is perfect?
"I'd have gone up there with another guy." he nonchalantly quips.
"Well, I've told Chris to text me if I'm ever not here and you go up on stage with another guy. Or guys." I watch for a reaction, but a mere raising of an eyebrow is all I get. "Because I'd rush over here to watch."
"If you want to watch, just gotta let me know." He says, his sly smile sending shivers up my spine and through my hardened cock. Those dimples, guh! After I finish setting up and my voice joins the chatter of the room, Professor Mairan walks to the front of the stage and motions for quiet.
"Alright guys, we have a special guest as model tonight. You get to sketch my gorgeous partner, Jacob." The Professor holds a hand out to the robed man he had been talking to. Jacob walks up to the front, strips off his robe without preamble, and mounts the stage. His skin is the deep, dark, rich color of my grandmother's black mole sauce. His is a boyish face with caramel colored eyes, framed by short cropped black hair. He is equal in height to the professor, with more muscle, wider shoulders, a trimmer waist, and each ass cheek easily equal in volume to my head.
There are no more words from the professor, only the scratch of charcoal on paper attempting to capture some semblance of the gorgeous man before us. Over the next half hour, Jacob moves through minute-long poses, our sketching muscles warming up, then he shifts to longer poses, allowing us to flesh out our sketches. Currently he lies prone, facing away from us, one leg drawn up, seemingly presenting his gorgeous asshole for us to record onto our sketch pads. Honestly, this is just spank bank material for all of us to use later.
Professor Mairan approaches the stage, his purple headed cock jutting from his robe, pointing the way. Sitting on the edge of the stage, and leaning over Jacob's ass, we all nearly vibrate with sexual anticipation as a string of spit falls from the professor's mouth onto Jacob's brown hole. Fabric rustles as hands begin to rub crotches, and sticks of charcoal make fewer marks on paper as the professor thumbs Jacob's hole. His engorged purple head leaves a shiny trail on Jacob's lips, which part and wrap around the hard, French cock in front of his face. I am entranced by the vision of the professor fellated and Jacob fingered, but reality crashes back in on me as the Professor looks at David and I to say "are you two ready to pose for us?"
David grabs his backpack, turns to me and asks "ready to put on a show?"
"Ready for my close up, Ms. LaRue." I reply, grabbing the backpack and heading to the adjoining bathroom, the stares of all the eyes in the room palpable on my back. My heart is racing again, but I am so excited. I step into the bathroom, close the door, set the bag on the counter, and get to work. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror as I disrobe; reflected are 5'11" of athletic, Latino muscle. My slim body is toned but not overly muscular, except for my ass that is. My coarse black hair is always cropped short. My dark brown eyes are flecked with amber. Apart from my pubes and armpits, I keep my entire body smooth.
I look over the clothes David has picked for me and begin to dress. I roll thigh high, red net stockings with lace tops from my feet to upper thigh. Next I put on a red lace, backless panty, made with an ample pouch in front for my cock and low hanging balls. The panties are going to be soaked through in very short time.
Then, I see the breast forms. David hadn't mentioned he was bringing them. I don't know where he purchased them, but they perfectly match my skin tone, and they have a small electrode on the inside of the form that lay on top of my own nipple. When the nipples of the breast forms are stimulated, a very small electrical current stimulates my own nipples, and let me tell you, I am connected! The electrical current is very mild, but the first time David asked me to wear them, the cumulative effect got me so worked up that my cock leaked precum non-stop between four, intense orgasms. I can't wait for the other guys to see these lovelies in action.
I fasten a red lace garter at my waist, and then the satin straps to the lace tops of the stockings. Rounding out the outfit is a cropped, white tank top, a red tartan pleated mini skirt, and black leather, round toe, platform Mary-Jane pumps. The threadbare tank top comes down just below the breast forms, the brown nipples visible through the fabric. The hem of the skirt exposes the lower half of my ass. The platform on the pumps are only about an inch high, the heels about 6" total. Thankfully I am blessed with strong ankles and great balance; walking in heels is no problem, although really, I won't be on my feet for long tonight.
I am so turned on by my reflection in the mirror, all my anxiety vanishes. The exhibitionist deep within me wakes from her long slumber, stretches the sleep out of her sultry, Rubenesque body, and takes the wheel.
Besides the breast forms, lingerie, and other women's attire, David likes seeing my maleness and doesn't ask for full on cross dressing. He likes all of my muscles in the women's items, my angular, masculine face. He didn't even ask me to shave for this; I have a week of stubble still. I have to admit, I make for an incredibly hot mix of masculine and feminine, and ready to make every cock in the room drool.
While Marco was in the bathroom, David changed into a pair of slim cut khakis, a crisp, cotton, navy button up shirt, cognac brown leather belt and loafers. His clothes hugged his muscles perfectly. He sat on the edge of the pedestal, facing everyone, anxiously waiting for Marco to emerge.
As they hear the knob of the bathroom door turn, David felt a rush of blood to his already throbbing cock. The first thing everyone saw was a red leather pump and a red stockinged leg. Questioning looks flitted across faces as breasts straining a thin white tank top, hips enrobed in tartan pleats, the peak of a red laced crotch beneath, and muscled thighs in stockings emerged. There was a collective intake of breath from every man in the room. None in the group but David had ever witnessed before the dichotomy of muscular, masculine arms, torso, and legs suited in such femininity. Even David had not seen Marco so fully decked out as he was now, just bits and pieces each time they had fucked.
David's lust was raring to go, and by the looks of the barely contained bulges, everyone else was primed for the show. They really wanted to put on an unforgettable show for these guys; not to just have sex in front of everyone, but also throwing in some role playing to make it memorable. David hadn't told Marco ahead of time what the role play would entail tonight. From their previous role playing though, he knew Marco had a quick mind and would be able to keep pace with him. "Hi Babygirl. We need to talk. Come over here."
"Sure Daddy. What do you want to talk about?" Marco cooed as he made his way over to David. "Is something wrong?" Marco sat down on David's thigh, facing David, his stockinged legs nestling between David's spread thighs. As Marco raised his right arm to sling it around David's neck, David caught the scent of Marco's un-deodorized armpits. The ripeness riled up David like a tiger in a field of catnip, and stopping himself from rubbing his face in Marco's armpit stretched his willpower wafer thin. He was glad he hadn't worn deodorant either.
"There's nothing wrong, but I've been hearing some rumors, about you and some boys." David said, his face awash with feigned parental concern. "First, I want you to know that if what I heard is true, I don't think anything is wrong with it. I just want to make sure my Babygirl is ok."
"Oh..." Marco said bashfully, looking down at his lap. "Yes, I've been ok with all the messing around. All the boys have been very sweet and kind."
"I'm very glad to hear that." David moved his hand from Marco's waist to his lower back, lightly rubbing up and down. "And you consented to everything that the boys did, right? They didn't force you to do anything you didn't want?"
Marco smiled and batted his lashes "Oh of course, Daddy." Marco laid a placating hand on David's chest. "You don't have to worry about that."
David sighed "I'm very glad to hear you say that, Baby. If you don't mind my asking, what exactly have you done with boys? I just want to make sure to separate rumor from truth" David inquired.
"Well, it usually starts with a little touching," the words coyly tumbled out of Marco.
"Touching? How? You mean like this?" David put his hand on Marco's thigh, near the lace top of the stockings, rubbing in small circles.
"Like that, Daddy." warmth bloomed in Marco's chest, flooding his neck, cheeks, and ears. "But usually the boys quickly move to touching here." Marco moved David's hand from his thigh to one of his breasts. David cupped the soft weight of it through the ribbed cotton of the tank top, squeezing gently.
"You mean like this, Babygirl?" The sexual tension in the room thickened. Professor Mairan and Jacob's hard cocks stuck straight out of the front of their robes, bobbing lightly with their heartbeats. Shirts were unbuttoned or off completely, every pants zipper in the room undone. David and Marco's cocks were the only ones that remained covered and untouched.
"Yes, like that," Marco peeped through soft moans. David lightly rubbed his thumb back and forth across Marco's breast form nipple. Feather light caresses were enough to trigger the soft electric pulses. Marco's eyelids drooped, head tilting back, a low moan reverberating through parted lips. David reached for the neckline of the tank top with both hands and pulled. Grunts and mumbled expletives mingled with the sound of tearing fabric, David's cock pulsed against Marco's thigh, soaking his khakis with even more precum as Marco's breasts were exposed. David licked his thumb and continued to rub Marco's nipple. "Oh yes, Daddy," Marco gasped.
"Do you let the boys suck on your pretty tits?" David asked, bringing his mouth to the already spit glistened nipple. His tongue reached out from between his full lips and teasingly flicked the fleshy button.
"Oh fuck yes, Daddy! Please." Marco exalted. David stopped abruptly, the sharp thwack of his open hand meeting Marco's ass startling their audience."What have I said about cursing?" David reprimanded. It startled more than hurt Marco, his head snapping back to attention.
"I'm so sorry Daddy. It won't happen again," Marco said contritely. The corporal punishment had only hardened his cock more, his penitence meant only to hasten David's attention back to his breasts. He would have liked more spanking, but that was not the direction the present scenario needed to go in.
"You can only curse when I say it's ok, right Babygirl?"
"Yes, sir." Marco replied. David held a reproachful visage for a second longer, then smiled and suckled Marco's breast. A deep, guttural moan resonated within Marco, his hand on the back of David's head, pressing him to his breasts. The pulses to his nipples, and the current from his actual nipples, sent hypothalamic signals rippling through his body, creating a carnal feedback loop with the insistent throbbing deep in his crotch.
"What else have you done with boys, Babygirl?" David mumbled through a mouthful of wet tit. Wordlessly, Marco guided David's hand past his parting thighs and under his skirt. David's fingers traveled past Marco's lace clad crotch, grazed his taint, and Marco pressed them to his exposed hole. The soft pads of David's fingertips tickled the outer ridges of his sweaty, puckered entrance. Marco's crack sweat a lot during sex, making his hole very wet and quite musky. It was just one of the many things that David loved about him. The sweat made his hole slick enough, combined with David's copious precum, that they hadn't used lube before. David's own wetness dripped from the head of his hard cock, seeping through his briefs and marking the front of his slacks. "They like to touch your pussy, Baby?"
"Yes Daddy." Marco replied, his words carried on an exhaled breath. David's fingers massaged the soft opening, coaxing Marco's pussy lips to relax, his middle finger applying light pressure. Marco's juices traced a path down David's fingers, running down to the second knuckle.
Professor Mairan had his thick cock wrapped in his fist, thumb working his piss slit, rubbing precum around the swollen, purple head. A nipple peaked out from his robe, which he pinched and flicked as the show unfolded before him.
"I bet the boys love your juicy pussy. Do you get this wet with the boys?" David asked as he rubbed his face between Marco's tits.
"I've never been this wet before," Marco admitted, rocking his hips over David's dexterous attention, aching for the fullness of being fucked.
"Oh yeah, Daddy loves hearing that. Get up here," David commanded. He scoot himself back until the edge of the stage abutted the backs of his knees. Marco straddled David's lap, his breasts resting on David's thick pecs. David guided Marco to bend over to David's right side, putting Marco's ass on full display. Marco rested on his elbows, looking over his shoulder, trying to catch the reactions at the sight of his pink fuck hole. He could only make out Chris, sitting astride an artist horse. Clad only in a black jockstrap, the head of his cock poked out from the side of the pouch. Light glinted off of a thick string of precum dripping down Chris' inner thigh as he pinched a nipple with one hand, and the other reached down to finger himself. Chris brought the two fingers in his ass up to the nose of the guy sitting next to him, who closed his eyes as he inhaled deeply. Chris then sniffed his ass-sweat and juice covered fingers as well, rubbing the musk onto his upper lip as his cock dripped more.
Everyone hungrily gazed at Marco's beautiful brown ass framed in red lace. Beads of sweat dripped down his crack, wetting his perineum. With his right arm resting on Marco's back, David placed a hand on each of Marco's ass cheeks and spread them, opening Marco slightly, the shiny pink lips parting, the red center hinting at the warm, tight tunnel inside. David sucked two of his fingers, and spread Marco's hole with his wet digits.
"Oh that's a fucking tight pussy" David crooned, the ring of muscle past the puffy pink lips clamping down hard on his fingers. "That's gonna feel so good around my cock. Open up for Daddy, Babygirl" he moaned.
"Yes, Daddy! Please!" Marco moaned, the pleading desperation in his voice a gale that stoked the blaze of lust in the room, any remaining traces of inhibition seared away. Marco arched his back as David's fingers pumped in and out of him, accompanied by the slurping sounds of wet fists stroking hard cocks from the assembled voyeurs. David pulled his fingers out and sucked them clean.
"Back up onto Daddy's lap, Babygirl, so you can feel just how much Daddy loves you." David grabbed Marco by the waist to help him back on his feet. Marco turned around to face the audience, leaning forward slightly as he pressed his ass onto David's lap. Cocks drooled as Marco rubbed against David's thick, hard cock through his pants. David reach around to fondle Marco's breasts, pinching a nipple in each hand. Marco stood up straight and turned to look back at David, a sizable wet spot visible on David's crotch where Marco's juicy hole had soaked David's pants. The fabric clung to David's hard cock, the outline of his head and the veins of his shaft practically visible. The light frothing of the stain near the head of his cock divulging just how much precum David was leaking.
"I'm so sorry Daddy. I've made a mess of your pants." Marco said, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, belying anxious concern over possible punishment.
"It's nothing that can't be cleaned up easily, Babygirl." David reassured. He stood up, and placing a hand on the back of Marco's neck, guided him down to his knees. With a hand on the back of Marco's head he instructed "clean up your juices from Daddy's pants, Babygirl." Lustful groans erupted from the onlookers as Marco sucked at the outline of David's cock. Marco greedily tongued the elixir of David's precum and his own ass sweat on David's crotch. He buried his face in David's lap, smearing their mingled juices all over his face. The smell strummed nerves connected to his crotch like a sitar player on a coke binge. He heard behind him the unmistakable slurping of blowjobs as the audience began to pair up, some devouring hard cocks, others relishing the feeling of warm, wet mouths on their raging hardons. Marco began to moan and whimper into David's crotch, tenuously holding onto restraint.
"Please Daddy." It was all Marco needed to say, as he peered up at David, his hands already reaching for the zipper of his fly. David drank up the unbridled desire in Marco's eyes, the erupting need for his cock. David reached down to stroke Marco's full lower lip with his thumb, wiping up the glistening juices that were left there from Marco gobbling his wet crotch. David kicked off his shoes and socks, never breaking eye contact with Marco as he removed his pants and his shirt. His white briefs were transparent, soaked through and stretched around the stiff meat that was straining to get out. Marco wrapped his fingers around the waistband of the briefs; David's cock sprang to attention as Marco pulled down. It was thick, glistening, almost visibly throbbing. Macro needed it. His present moment encapsulated nothing beyond the hefty cock bobbing in front of him. In one swift gulp, the head of David's cock was down Marco's throat. The audience shuddered, cocks nearly spurting at the sight of Marco so deftly swallowing such a thick fuckstick, his face buried in David's pubes. As if in acknowledgement of their astonishment, Marco's pink hole winked at them from beneath the hem of the pleated skirt.
"God damn!" David exalted through quivering breath. "That's a good girl." He held Marco's head in place, throwing his own head back, pleasure pulsing through him as warm throat muscles constricted and relaxed in waves around his stiff cock, Marco gagging. "You sure are good at sucking cock, Babygirl? Do you like the taste of Daddy's meat?"
"You tastes so good, Daddy." Marco gasped, pulling off David's cock, lips chained to the shiny pink head by thick strings of David's precum and Marco's spit. Marco grabbed David's slippery cock in his left hand, lifting and stroking it as he nuzzled David's low hanging balls, burying his nose in sweaty groin. It was only with Marco that David had realized how many sexual buttons he had. He was certain Marco had installed a couple. David lifted his left foot onto the stage, giving Marco easier access to his musky balls and taint. Marco's scruff on David's sensitive flesh raised goosebumps all over his body.
"Yes Baby! Sniff Daddy's balls." David grinned at the thought of Marco assuredly now realizing that David had gone jogging earlier in the day and hadn't showered. David was enjoying getting Marco back for his smelly pits, as his cock endlessly leaked drop after drop of precum onto Marco's back.
"Fuck Daddy, I want to rub your man smell all over my face." Marco panted, as he stuck out his tongue and licked the warm, low hanging, shifting balls.
"What did Daddy say about swearing?" David said, barely getting the words out through his groans. With his balls enveloped in David's warm mouth, there was no way he could feign reproach. He was drowning in the lust of spreading his scent onto his slut. In front of him, men were rimming, sucking cocks, fingering each other's holes, the collective sex stench filling his nose. "You know what happens when you're a bad girl. You're gonna have to make it up to Daddy."
"I'm sorry Daddy. Please, I will do anything." Marco moaned, wide eyes beseeching. David pulled Marco up to standing, who popped up and balanced on his high heels with well practiced aplomb.
"Get on all fours. Daddy is hungry for pussy." Marco obediently displayed himself atop the stage. Everyone drank in the sight of his plump, brown ass, his wet, pink hole, his stockinged legs, the muscles of a fit man positioned and ready to be used. "Fuck! You have the juiciest pussy I've ever seen, Babygirl. You're so fucking wet. You're dripping just for Daddy, aren't you?"
"You make me so wet. I want to smell and taste my pussy on your face when you kiss me." Marco crooned. He couldn't hold back any longer, he needed to feel his tight hole wrapped around David's hardness. He was ready to use every role playing hot button at his disposal to get David inside him as quickly as possible.
"Fuck yes! Wink your tight pussy for me, Baby." David said. A drop of sweat dripped out as he obeyed, working its way down his taint as his hole clenched and relaxed. David knelt down quickly, off to one side of Marco's ass to give as much of an unobstructed view as possible to everyone. He stuck out his tongue to lap up the musky sweat. His whole body filled with the scent of Marco's sweaty man pussy, unchaining urges in primal recess of David's brain and groin. He wanted nothing more than to rub his face into Marco's hungry, lace framed pussy and mark his entire face with the scent. David traced the soft, puffy edges of the pussy lips in front of him with the tip of his tongue, and then ravenously pressed his face between Marco's mounds and bored in as deeply as his tongue was physically capable of. This was a hunger that would never abate.
Moans erupted at the sight of David's porcelain face smothered by Marco's brown ass. David's own pink hole visible as he knelt, his powder-white and peach-fuzzed, meaty ass cheeks highlighting the lascivious blush of his own fuck chute. David's moans reverberated across Marco's ass cheeks and deep into his cherry tunnel. David lapped at the musky, pink center as he spread Marco open, stopping only to rub his scruffy face all over Marco's sensitive furrow, emerging with a shiny face covered in sweat and pussy juices.
"No Daddy! Don't stop!" implored Marco.
"You like it when Daddy eats your juicy cunt, don't you Babygirl? Goddamn it's so sweet."
"Does my pussy taste better than Mom's?" Marco asked.
"Babygirl...Mom doesn't even come close." The little slut sure knew which buttons to push; his question nearly made David cum right then. "Do you want me to fill your pussy like I do Mommy's? You want to feel Daddy's hard cock spread you open?"
"Please Daddy!" Marco begged.
"Turn around Babygirl, so all the boys who touched you can see your face as you get a real fucking from a grown man." David jumped up onto the stage as Marco turned to face their audience, the orgy now revealed to him. Professor Mairan sat astride an art horse, leaning against the high back, while Drew lay face down astride the art horse, in front of him. From the look on Drew's face it was clear that his brown pussy was delightfully stretched, full of Mairan's hard cock. They just lay there, no thrusting, no motions of fucking, just enjoying their connection, obviously wanting to take their time. Drew rocked his pelvis slightly, to feel Mairan's hard pole massage his walls, as his own black cock throbbed between his abs and the smooth, polished wood of the art horse. Chris sat his smooth gymnast butt astride a trans guy's face, who was lying on the floor, fingering himself. Chris' lips wrapped around the uncut cock of a gorgeous Japanese student standing next to them.
All the sex in front of him brought Marco's anticipation to a tipping point as he felt David settling between his spread legs. Cool air licked his warm pussy lips as his cheeks were spread apart. Marco felt a wet splat of spit landing on his hole. David lubed his thick cock with his copious precum. Marco's desire to be filled with David's cock was a flood breaching its dam, requiring every iota of will power to keep from impaling himself on David's cock.
"Please Daddy." Marco implored again, locking eyes over his shoulder with David. Marco began to rock back and forth on his hands and knees ever so slightly, feeling a gentle pressure on his puckered hole each time it came in contact with the thick head of David's cock.
"How badly do you want my hard, Daddy cock, you little slut?" David asked, grabbing Marco's hips.
"I need it Daddy" Marco begged. In spite of all the sex going on, all eyes were still on Marco's slut-down-on-all-fours body, eager for every word of their role playing. David grunted approval as he lined up the head of his cock with Marco's winking hole.
"Yes, Babygirl, open up for Daddy." His cock pressed forward. For a mere breath, Marco's pussy lips resisted the pressure, then opened with a wet slurp, engulfing the mushroom head of David's cock. David's gaze did not veer from the petal soft lips opening for him, wrapping wetly, warmly, tightly around his precum lubed cock.
The dial on the lewd sounds around was turned up to 11; the slurping of mouths on cocks, the sharp thwack of taut hips meeting soft, round ass cheeks. David was lost to it all, his focus solely on the heaven wrapped around his stiff meat. David relished in the upper octave whimpers coming from Marco as his fat cock stretched him open. The velvety walls gripped David's cock, Marco's ring-of-love muscle squeezing tight, and then relaxing around David's firmness. David pushed forward until his cock was wrapped to the base. A rivulet of precum leaked from the lace pouch of Marco's panties, a shiny string reaching down to the soft foam padding on the stage.
"Fuck my pussy, Daddy. Please!" Marco nearly yelled. Lust resonated in his plea, it swirled in solution in every drop of sweat on his skin.
David's lips made a thin, taut line as he pulled his cock out completely, slamming hard and fast back inside Marco, ass cheeks quivering with the collision of David's hips. Heavy balls slapped against Marco's sensitive taint, an audible thwack emanating a split second later. Spit, precum, and ass sweat splattered onto David's abs, thighs, and across Marco's ass.
"What did I say about swearing?" David said through clenched teeth. "You want to be punished, don't you?"
"I'm sorry Daddy." Marco squealed. "I'll be a good girl."
"It's too late, you little slut," David panted. "If you're going to talk like a dirty whore, that's how Daddy's going to treat you." David fucked hard, bringing to bear the full force of every muscle, burying himself as deeply as possible. Marco's breast swayed, his body rocked back and forth with David's punishment. Grabbing the waist of Marco's garter belt, David grunted "You gonna be a good girl for Daddy?"
"Ow Daddy! I'll be good, I swear. I'll be a good girl for Daddy, please." Marco yelped. He wished the onslaught would never stop; this was exactly how he wanted to be fucked. Always. "Daddy! It hurts, please!" he cried out, unleashing a litany of yelps and pleas.
David slapped Marco's ass "Keep quiet!! Mommy will hear. Is that what you want?"
"No Daddy, I'll be good. Please." As Marco pleaded, he reached under himself to stroke his leaking cock through the pouch of his panties. David realized what he was doing and gave Marco's ass another slap with the back of his hand, eliciting a wince and whimper from Marco.
"Did I say you could touch yourself? You ask permission." David commanded
"Ow! Yes Daddy. May I touch myself? Please, Daddy."
"You gonna be a good girl for Daddy then?" David asked, not stopping his thrusts, Marco nodding vehemently. "Rub your clit and squirt for Daddy, then. But be quiet," David moaned. He could feel the tension building in his sweat slick body, his groin preparing to pump out his thick load. "Mommy can't find out. You can't tell Mommy about this, ok Babygirl?"
"Ok Daddy, I'll be a good girl. I won't tell Mommy." Marco panted.
"That's my girl. Make Daddy happy." Marco leaned forward, holding David close, mashing their sweaty bodies together, speaking close to a whisper near Marco's ear, but still loud enough for everyone to hear. "You like feeling your tight pussy wrapped around Daddy's th ick cock, don't you? Daddy's dirty slut. You wanna be Daddy's little slut?"
"Please, make me your slut, Daddy." Marco implored, intently focused on the feeling of his pussy lips stretching and the heavy balls slapping against his taint.
"You just have to take Daddy's cock whenever he wants, Babygirl. Let him use his cock whore and fill this hungry pussy anytime he wants," David breathlessly moaned.
"Yes, please. I want to be Daddy's slut."
"And you won't tell Mommy, right?" David asked.
"I...mmm...oh...won't tell Mommy," Marco moaned, his capacity for staying in character diminishing with each pass of David's thick cockhead over his fuck button, enflaming every cell of his flesh. David forcefully gripped Marco's chin and turned his face to kiss him, sealing their carnal deal.
Sensing their imminent orgasmic flood, as well as his own, Professor Mairan pulled out of Drew's ass and walked over to the stage. Climbing the stage and standing astride Marco, his back to the audience, he began to stroke his glistening cock. David's mouth watered as he smelled the Professors crotch scented by Drew's hole. He took the Professor in his mouth to clean off as much of Drew's pussy juices as he could, without relenting in his punishment of Marco's cunt. Mairan allowed himself only a moment of David's warm, velvety throat and lips before pulling out and squatting above Marco, his own hole exposed to everyone. Mairan pumped his cock as he put two fingers in David's mouth.
"Wet my fingers for me, stud," the Professor whispered to David as he jacked his cock over Marco's quivering ass. Once his fingers were sufficiently slick, he reached back to invade his own ass, all the students momentarily pausing their own sexual exploits to watch the developing scene before them. It didn't take long for the Professor's breath to turn raspy and forced, his balls shifting up taut against his body. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum" he managed to grunt before streams of his warm seed shot onto David's abs, followed by more thick, pearlescent strings marking Marco's ass. As Mairan's shudders subsided and his breathing calmed, he whispered to David "Lube up that fucking hot cock of yours with it."
"Fuck yes!" David exclaimed as Mairan got off the stage and went back to Drew, sliding his still hard cock back inside Drew's waiting hole. David slid his shaft out, his mushroom head clenched tightly by Marco's love muscle as if trying to pull him back in. David's fingers maneuvered the puddles of cum onto his shaft and rubbed it around, making sure to rub some of it onto Marco's pussy lips, and slid back inside. Knowing he was mere thrusts away from flooding Marco, David motioned for him to turn onto his back. The two managed the move without David's cock falling out, his renewed thrusting pushing Mairan's jizz inside Marco. "Ready for Daddy's cum? I'm gonna fill your hungry pussy."
Marco was in heaven, not only full of David's cock but also one load being worked into him already, frothing on his pussy lips and David's shaft. Marco cried out "Cum inside me, Daddy!" A student walked over and masturbated over Marco's breasts, covering them in a creamy load from his black cock in less than three strokes. David fucked harder as he leaned forward to take Marco's tits in his mouth.
"Oh yeah Babygirl, give Daddy your milk. Squeeze your milk into my mouth." David frantically lapped the jizz from Marco's breast and took each cum covered nipple into his mouth in turn.
"Fuck yes! Suck my tits Daddy." David grabbed Marco by the shoulders to thrust deeper as his load roiled in his balls. He felt the warmth of it in every inch of his cock as it shot through and flooded the warm tunnel surrounding him. Marco clenched down around David's shaft as he felt the hot load coating his insides.
"Fuck yeah, milk Daddy's cock dry you goddamn slut. Suck every drop into your hungry cunt." Around them, loads shot onto faces, onto ass cheeks, onto lube bathed holes, inside of holes. Someone shot onto Chris' stiff dick.
David pulled out, whispering to Marco "Now turn around Baby Girl, show all those boys what your pussy looks like when it's fucked by a real man." Marco got on all fours and presented his frothed-cum covered hole. He breathed in deeply the combined scents of not only his own musky hole, but of two loads on David's cock. As his throat stretched to take in David's cock, Chris stepped up behind him, grabbed onto his hips and lined up his cum-covered dick with Marco's used pussy and plowed in. Chris didn't bother easing in, knowing he wouldn't last long anyway, and he wanted to make sure he got as many hard thrusts in as he could get.
Chris leaned forward to whisper in Marco's ear "Clean your Daddy's cock real good, cum slut. When I'm done you'll have two more loads in you." Marco groaned deeply, the vibrations of his throat sending ripples through David's post-orgasm sensitive cock and body. Marco eased off of David's cock to let Chris have a taste. The stench of sex on David's cock hurled Chris over the edge and he thrust his own creamy batter into Marco. "Fuck...," was all Chris could utter. Everyone else similarly suffered a paucity of words at what they had just witnessed.
Absolutely spent, the artists began collecting themselves, their clothes, and their art supplies. David had gotten a lift to the drawing session from another student, and now Marco was going to take him back to his place, to continue their evening. David asked him to keep the outfit on. As Marco packed his supplies, David was kneeling behind him, packing supplies into his own bag. A dollop of jizz trickled out of Marco's pussy, trailing down his taint. David noticed and scooped it up on two fingers. Marco straightened up, startled, and looked behind him. He watched as David put the cum laced fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. David's fingers now clean of cum and wet with spit, he reached forward and slid them into Marco's pussy, probing what was quickly becoming his favorite spot on Earth. David pulled out, sniffing his fingers and rubbing them into his upper lip, and then put them in his mouth to suck them clean again. Marco's cock was dripping anew, not only at what David had just done, but in eager anticipation of the rest of the evening.
Once in Marco's car and down the block. David leaned over to Marco and cooed "My poor Babygirl didn't get to cum." David reached under Marco's skirt and rubbed at his precum soaked, lace covered cock. He pulled his hand away, covered in Marco's juices. David rubbed his hand all over his mouth and face, leaving it glistening as he returned his hand to Marco's crotch, pulling out his wet cock and stroking it. "Poor little slut, your clit is aching, isn't it?" he whispered into Marco's ear. David's voice was all honeyed caresses, in stark contrast to the dominance of before. The car filled with Marco's moans, and the slurps of his wet cock stroked. David focused all of his attention on the head of Marco's cock. Marco's posture stiffened. "Yeah, Babygirl, squirt for Daddy?" he throatily crooned.
"Please, don't stop." Marco whimpered as the hours of pent up fervor spilled all over David's hand.
Back at Marco's apartment, the two barely made it through the front door before David stripped naked and lay on the living room floor for Marco to ride him, still wearing his outfit. David squeezed Marco's tits as he bounced on his cock, the five loads in Marco's pussy dripping out, pooling onto David's crotch and abs, trickling down his balls. In a matter of minutes, it was replaced by a sixth load. It would be followed by a seventh and eighth a while later, once inside Marco's bedroom.
In the next room, Marco's roommate, Russ, stroked his own cock to the rhythm of Marco's headboard hitting their shared wall, while holding a pair of Marco's dirty panties to his nose. At the crescendo of David and Marco's moans and grunts, nearly a dozen strings of Russ' cum erupted from his piss slit and painted his abs, neck, and face. As Russ rested in the peaceful afterglow of his orgasm, he brought a cum-dipped finger to his mouth, from the pool in his navel. The sweet taste of his own spunk brought a smile to his lips, and after rubbing his load into his skin, he turned on his side and let slumber take over.