Figure Drawing

[Note: The protagonist of this story is a trans man, and uses both the terms dick for his tdick as well as the word cunt.]

"Alright, now move your hand up just a bit... Perfect. And tilt your head slightly to your left... A little more... There! Don't move, that's perfect."

I did my best to hold as still as possible, wanting to be the best possible subject I could for Cameron. I tried not to think too hard about how I was standing completely buck naked with one leg on a stool in front of the guy I'd had a crush on for the past two years of my art degree, and focused on the fact that this was purely for the purpose of creating art.

While I had decided on sculpture for my final project, he had chosen figure drawing. I had expected him to ask one of the hot girls in our class, but to my absolute shock he asked me instead. I was confused at first, but he said something about wanting to showcase trans bodies and I really appreciated that a cis guy was doing that without prompting. He really was such a great guy.

I had tried my best to contain myself when I showed up to his studio apartment and he answered the door in a pair of overalls with no shirt underneath. There were charcoal stains and dried paint scattered across the chest and thighs of the bright blue denim, and I could see his chest hair poking over the top of the bib front. I quickly looked elsewhere, desperately hoping he hadn't seen me staring.

Twenty minutes later I had stripped nude and positioned myself exactly to his specifications, unbearably aware that my dick was directly in his line of sight as it poked out from my bush.

"So how's your sculpture coming along?"

I jumped slightly at the sound of Cameron's voice as I snapped back to reality. I glanced over to him, watching as his eyes darted from the canvas, over to me, and then back over to the canvas.

"It's coming along! I think a few more hours of work and I'll have something I'm content to submit." I let out a small scoff before tacking on a dry, "I hope, anyway."

"Eh, I'm sure it'll be great." He smiled at me warmly and I felt my cheeks grow hot. "You're such a phenomenal artist."

"Oh, come on." I felt my blush intensify and prayed he wouldn't notice.

He locked eyes with me. "I mean it, I've always really enjoyed every piece that you've shared with me."

I let a small smile cross my face. Like any other artist I was highly critical of my own work, so compliments like this really did mean the world to me. Especially coming from someone who had featured in several many of the sketches in my private sketchbook over the years.

"Well, likewise. I think your eye for human anatomy is stellar."

I saw his face start a blush of its own. He seemed almost... sheepish? Surprising, given his usual confidence and bravado.

"Well," he chuckled quietly, "it's easy when the anatomy is quite stellar itself."

I felt like my face had burst into flames. Did he just... call me hot? Blood started to rush to my crotch and I hoped he wouldn't notice my dick as it filled and to stood at attention. I tried to remind myself that he was straight and it was probably just a nice compliment.

But then I had a sudden realization. Had he ever actually said he was straight? I couldn't remember him specifying one way or another, I had just assumed since I had only ever heard him talk about the women he was seeing. I pushed that thought aside, convincing myself it was just wishful thinking courtesy of my boner. No way I was lucky enough that my crush was bisexual.

I glanced at him again, a bemused expression on his face. I realized that I hadn't actually responded to his statement.

"Oh, uh... Thanks!" I tried--and failed--to chuckle nonchalantly. Real smooth, Landon.

Cameron laughed warmly.

"You're cute when you're flustered."

My blush spread so far that I could feel my ears burning. Was he teasing me? Was he serious? My dick was throbbing by this point, and I hoped it wasn't too obvious.

He went back to sketching again for a while, and I tried to stop myself from glancing at him whenever he looked back to the canvas. It was a surprisingly warm day for April, and I could see sweat starting to form on his arms. His big, tattooed arms. Damn it.

"Alright," he said, standing up and stretching his arms towards the ceiling. "Break time?"

"Yeah, I think that'd be good."

We headed over to the nearby sofa and I threw my basketball shorts and tank top on before dropping onto the sofa. Cameron plopped down next to me and passed me one of the cold glass-bottled root beers he had just grabbed from his fridge. His fingers brushed against mine as he handed it to me, and I could've sworn he lingered just a moment longer than necessary.

We chatted casually, giving me time to cool down and my boner time to relax. The conversation was easy, and I was finally able to bring my horny brain back to normalcy. Once we finished our drinks he walked back to the easel, and I once again stripped in front of him and got back into position.

Cameron looked at me and frowned, glancing back to the canvas. "Can you lower your hand a bit? And twist your torso a touch to the left?"

I followed his instructions, but his brow only furrowed deeper.

"Hm... do you mind if I...?" He didn't finish the sentence, but the small raise of his eyebrow clued me in.

"By all means, you're the artist." I could already feel my blood making a beeline to the place it had only just vacated.

Cameron stood and strode over to me, giving me a quick once over before reaching over to reposition my limbs. He froze just before making contact.

"May I?"

I tried my best to keep my breathing steady. "Yeah."

His touch felt like lightning against my skin. He took my wrist gently and repositioned my arm, stopping to assess before gently cupping my jaw and tilting my head. He rested his other hand on my waist and pulled gently, leading my body as I twisted my torso slightly. He walked back over to the canvas and assessed again, a smile replacing the frown.

"That's better."

I found myself desperately missing his touch, and to my shock and horror I could feel that I was getting very very wet.

After a few minutes his brows furrowed again. "Damn it," he muttered.

"Still a bit off? Sorry."

"No, no. It's not on you. It's hard to put yourself in the exact same position twice in a row. Mind if I reposition you again?"

"Go for it." I could feel that my wetness was starting to run down my leg slightly, and I prayed that he wouldn't notice. Or if he did that he would think it's just sweat or something.

Cameron walked back over to me and began to reposition me again, this time without any hesitation. He raised my arm ever so slightly before resting one hand on my waist to adjust my torso again. This time, his other hand rested on my ass. My breath hitched just a bit and I could feel him freeze for just an instant before turning me gently.

"Sorry, hope that was okay?"

"I... Y-yeah, all good!" I could hear myself trying too hard to come across cool and calm.

His hand hadn't left my ass though, and I finally risked a glance at Cameron's face. He was staring directly at my crotch, clearly realizing that I was turned on beyond belief. His brows were raised and his mouth hung open ever so slightly. I could hear the pace of his breathing pick up.

He looked up at me and we locked eyes, neither of us daring to move for what felt like hours. His hands were still on my waist and ass, and the skin where he was touching me felt like it was on fire.

"I..." his voice trailed off. The air between us felt like lightning forming during a storm, thick and heavy and electric.

The next few moments happened so fast that I could barely process what was happening. One second we were staring at each other, and the next second I was crushed against him, desperately pushing my tongue into his mouth as the rough denim of his overalls scraped against my chest. We kissed furiously, stumbling back until his calves hit the sofa and he dropped into the seat, pulling me down on top of him. I straddled his legs and grabbed onto his face, my fingers in his short beard. His hands were on my ass, pulling me into him urgently.

I reached down and unhooked the straps of his overalls, tossing them over his shoulders. I ran my hands down his now bare chest, enjoying his firm, hairy body. Grazing gently over his nipples. Grabbing onto his waist. I could feel his dick through the denim as I ground my hips down against him.

I kissed my way down to his neck, sucking a solid hickey into his warm skin. My hands travelled down automatically, each one deftly tackling the buttons on either side of his overalls. He let out a small grunt as I bit lightly.

"Fuck, Landon. You're- Unh... You're so hot."

I reached my hand into his overalls and was delighted to realize they were the only thing he was wearing. I wrapped my hand around his throbbing cock and began to stroke it furiously. He was uncut, and my hand rapidly became slick with his precum.

After a minute of this I pulled my hand back, desperate for more. I stood, yanking his overalls down and tossing them to the side. I dragged my eyes down his now naked body, savouring every inch. His chest hair ran into a rug of stomach hair, which then turned into a thick bush at the apex of his hairy, muscular legs. This man was built like a greek god. And at the centre of all that beautiful hair was one of the most incredible cocks I had ever seen. It was thick, with a fat vein running down the underside and a pair of fat, hairy balls resting at the base.

"Fucking hell," I said, my voice barely a whisper. His face broke into a huge grin.

I climbed back into his lap and straddled him again, resting my cunt directly against the underside of his dick. As we resumed kissing I began to grind myself along the length of him, lubing him up with myself, feeling him throb against me. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore and I raised my hips, reaching down and grabbing his rock hard dick.

"I want you to fuck me," I panted. We were both breathing heavily, his eyes glazed over with lust.

All he seemed to be able to manage was a single soft word.

"Please."

I wasted no time lining his head up with my entrance, but paused for a moment to enjoy the feeling of it pressing against me, knowing it was about to slide inside and luxuriating in the tension of the moment. I had fantasized about this for years, but never had I pictured just how hot it would be to actually be fucked by Cameron. I finally lowered myself down slowly, relishing the feeling of being spread open inch by inch by inch as he filled me to the brim.

"Fuck, you're perfect."

I reached the base of him, feeling so deliciously full. I was beyond turned on enough to need basically no time to warm up, but I didn't move for a few moments and simply enjoyed the feeling of him inside me. When I couldn't hold back any more, I began to grind my hips down into him as we started to make out again.

Cameron moaned into my mouth as I moved, and the sound of it took over my brain like hypnosis. Without thinking I began to bounce on him, fucking myself on his hard cock as I moaned against his soft lips. His hands slid up to my waist and I put both of mine on the sides of his head.

Cameron began to thrust up into me, matching my rhythm perfectly. I pulled back and rested my face in the crook of his neck and surrendered to the sensations. I moaned loudly, losing myself in the feeling of being completely and utterly plowed. Cameron's panting breaths began to turn into soft grunts of pleasure.

I could feel our sweat mingle as we fucked, the air thick with humidity. I left another hickey on his shoulder, moaning as I sucked and bit at his skin.

"Landon, I... I don't- Ah! I dont know if I'll l-last much longer."

I didn't answer, I simply bit down on his shoulder. He let out a growl, his pace picking up like he could barely control himself. It was only a few more moments before I felt his body tense up under me, a pressure building inside him until it shattered. He yelled out as he pumped me full of his cum, not slowing down as he fucked every shot as deep into me as he could.

I could feel my own orgasm starting to build, and almost as if he could tell he reached down between us to jack me off furiously. As his orgasm subsided mine built, and before long it broke over my mind hard like the shattering of a brick wall. I moaned loudly as I clenched and convulsed, wave after wave of pleasure wracking my body.

We collapsed into each other in a panting heap, his softening dick still buried inside me. I raised my head and looked into his eyes.

"Holy shit."

"Yeah."

"That was..."

"Yeah."

We kissed again, slowly and lazily. Neither of us wanted to break the spell, to end this incredible moment.

After about 15 minutes I felt him start to get hard again while he was still inside me, and we wasted no time getting right back into it. This time we went slower, really savouring every stroke and thrust. I left a few more hickeys around his neck and shoulders. It felt like I was marking my territory, and every time I bit down he growled gently in a mix of pleasure and pain.

When his next orgasm eventually broke he emptied what little cum he had left into me, and I clenched myself down to milk as much out of him as I could.

By the time we managed to pull ourselves apart it was dark outside. I looked over at the clock on the wall and realized I had to leave for an evening class. Part of me was disappointed, but that quickly subsided as I realized that I would have to come back to finish posing for the drawing. The same thought seemed to occur to Cameron, and he smiled as he watched me get dressed. He didn't bother to dress himself, and I kept having to stop myself from looking at his dick as he walked me to the door.

"So," he said, a devilish grin across his face. "Same time tomorrow?"