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HOW TO DRAW
By Rod Hansom
(Mandate.August.1985.)
"Rest!" called Mr. Neeley. "Let's take a ten minute break." The model
shifted his position where he stood, stretched, did a single deep knee
bend, then reached for his robe as the members of the life class relaxed
in their places.
Larry Carter put down his chalk, dusted his fingers, reached for his
cigarettes, and headed for the hall. "Hey guy."
Larry stopped as he heard the model call. He turned.
"Suppose you could let me grub a smoke?" The handsome athlete smiled and
continued, "I only got one pocket in this suit and there's no cigarettes
in there." He flapped his robe open like a flasher to show the "suit"
and the "pocket" he was talking about: his jock strap.
Larry laughed as he handed the pack over.
"Doesn't look like there'd be any room for 'em," Larry said, lighting
both of their cigarettes.
"Thanks," said the boy in the robe, "for the light I mean." Then he
blushed and extended his hand.
"I'm Chuck Thomas," he said. Larry shook hands with him.
"Yeah," he said, "everybody knows ‘Tiger' Thomas. I'm Larry Carter. I
live in town. Aren't you in training?"
"Oh, this?" said the model, waving his cigarette. "It's not a regular
habit. I just do it once in a while to relax."
Watching him handle the cigarette, Larry could believe that he wasn't a
regular smoker.
"Are you related to 'Chemical' Carter or the other one?" the model
asked.
"Dad's the one in Chemistry."
"Tell me something. Is Dr. Carter, I mean your dad, is he always so cool
and business-like? I mean, doesn't he ever smile?"
"Sure he does," said Larry with some spirit. "He's probably just like
anyone else when he's at home with me. I know what you mean, though. In
the classrooms and labs he's just totally concentrated on science. I
think he's really flattered by his nickname among the students. I think
he takes it as a compliment on the job he's doing."
"Well, he is a good teacher," said Tiger, "and I'm not just saying that
because you're standing here. I'm getting high B's from him and I really
have to work for them, but the way he explains things — I don't know,
he's good."
"I'm a great admirer of him myself." said Larry.
Mr. Neeley, the art instructor, walked by. He stopped to stub out his
cigarette in front of them.
"Well," he said. "My favorite model and my best student. Are we ready to
go back to work, gentlemen? I think we've had enough of the three minute
action and gesture poses for today, Mr. Thomas. I want to have them do
some fifteen minute studies, concentrating on the muscle structure with
a spiral center line, to take advantage of your fine definition. Can you
do the twist, Mr. Thomas?"
Back in the studio Tiger dropped his robe and stepped up onto the
platform.
Larry was struck again by the model's strength and grace and beautiful
proportions. He looked like a young god, one of the marble statues in
the art history book — and by the size of the bulge in his jock strap,
much better endowed.
Mr. Neeley posed him with a long pole used to pull the high studio
windows open. Larry watched the supple body turn and twist until the
instructor was satisfied.
"Is that uncomfortable for you?" the instructor asked.
"No, it's okay," came the reply.
"Good. Now pull down on the pole, yes, and now tense your buttocks and
upper thighs. I want the gluteus maximus at its most maximus, that's it,
and I want the class to take note of the serratus anteriori and the tilt
of the pectorals. Those of you in back will notice the tension of the
deltoids and the long muscles of the lower back. Notice, too, how the
shoulder line wracked over produces a twist in the spine down to the
pelvis, which is tilted in the other direction. It is um,
what's-his-name's line of beauty."
"Tiger's," said an anonymous female voice. The class laughed.
"No, madam, Praxiteles is who I meant."
The ten or twelve students were already concentrating on capturing the
lines of the body before them. Larry had moved his sketch bench to catch
the view he preferred and now he was working with a stick of pastel and
a warm brown pencil on a piece of cream colored, fine textured paper.
"Going for broke, Mr. Carter?" said Mr. Neeley, standing by Larry's
shoulder.
"I guess I am at that, Mr. Neeley. I think I'm going to get an
exhibition piece out of this session today. Everything feels right for
it. This model is a terrific subject. The way you posed him is really
unusual, and if I blow it, it's a two dollar sheet of hand made paper
down the drain." All the while Larry had been putting swift, sure
strokes of color on the paper.
"Well, you've got a good start there. Let me just remind you to take
note of how the play of light models the rib cage under those muscles.
Look at it a while before you draw it."
"Thanks, Mr. Neeley. I was going so fast for the surface effects that
I'd probably have missed it if you hadn't mentioned it." Larry knew how
to make the instructor feel useful.
The drawing turned out well. After class Larry found himself walking out
of the building with Tiger Thomas.
"I saw your drawing," the model said. "Man, you really are one helluva
good artist."
"Thanks, Tiger," said Larry. "I had a helluva good model to work from.
I'd like to do some more drawings of you. Would you be interested in
doing some private modeling for me? I'd pay you the same as you get from
the school."
"Sure, why not?" said Tiger. "You don't even have to pay me. I do it
just because I enjoy it. I like to have people look at me and admire me.
I guess I'm one of those Narcissus types like it says in the psych
book."
"You a psych major?"
"Minor. I'm in the School of Ed."
"Oh. Well — about posing — how about tomorrow afternoon?"
"I'm free after two o'clock."
"Great, just come on over then." They were now in front of Larry's
house. "Side door is my studio. See you tomorrow."
The next day, shortly after two, Tiger Thomas knocked on the side door
and Larry let him in.
The model started to undress right away, all the while looking around
the room. The walls were covered with drawings, some by Larry and prints
by famous artists. In the ceiling was a slanting skylight facing to the
north, and along the walls some lights on stands and set of seamless
background papers on a roll-up rack on one wall.
"You do photography too?" asked Tiger.
"Sometimes, mostly for reference," said Larry.
Now Tiger was totally naked. Larry looked at him, walked around him as
he stood in the center of the room.
"How do you want me?"
"Every way there is," said Larry. "I mean," he continued, "let's do a
few quick sketches first to get warmed up, and that'll give me some
ideas for later on."
So Tiger struck some attitudes as he'd learned to do from modeling for
the school. Larry worked on a pad of newsprint, making quick line
studies. He had been a little nervous to start with, having this
gorgeous athlete totally naked right here in the studio — all alone. It
really blew Larry's mind. Larry, however, really wanted to blow
something else, and there it was, hanging out in front of his eyes! But
as he worked, his art took over from his desire, and he managed to get a
number of good "quickies" onto his sketch pad.
Now Larry had an idea for a more serious work. He took a sculpture book
from his shelf and opened it to one of the illustrations. It was a
photograph of an ancient Greek marble, the figure of a youth standing
simply with one foot ahead of the other.
"Here's a simple pose," he said. "I want to make a full study of this
one, okay?"
Tiger assumed the static position. Larry pinned a piece of good gray
paper onto his board and started to work. Even the Greek sculptor hadn't
had as beautiful a model as he had. The drawing went very well, except
for one crucial detail. When Larry came back to that part, he had to
erase what he had done and draw it in larger. A few more minutes and he
was finished. His eyes moving back and forth from the model to the
drawing, he checked it one last time. Damn, he thought to himself. It
still wasn't right. It was bigger than he'd drawn it and now more of the
head showed as the skin had pulled back a little more. He decided not to
erase again. He didn't want the paper to be overworked.
"Okay, Tiger," he said, "that's it for this one."
The model stepped off the posing stand and came over to stand by Larry's
side, looking at the drawing.
"Goddam, that's just beautiful," Tiger said. "I suppose I shouldn't be
the one to say so, seeing that it's a picture of me I mean, but isn't
that just goddam beautiful?"
"Came out pretty good," said Larry, "all but this part here. I had to
erase it and redo it." He turned his head and "this part here" was right
in front of his face! Close up, it was even more beautiful. He wanted to
lick out at it, but he looked up past it to the model's handsome face.
Tiger reached down and sort of flipped his cock at Larry. It seemed to
be getting bigger.
"Made me a little horny, watching you," he said.
"Just watching me draw?"
"Not that so much," was the reply. "It was the way you stick out your
tongue when you're concentrating. It's sorta sexy, and you stare at me
like you want to eat me up."
"I do. I mean, I do?" Larry blushed in confusion.
Tiger reached out and put his hand behind Larry's head.
"Yeah, you do. We both know you do. Go ahead, I like it that way and so
do you. Go ahead and give me some head."
Now the pink cockhead was fully uncovered. Tiger lifted the cock to
Larry, who took it in his mouth. It was smooth and soft as he sucked on
it, and now it was stiffening in his mouth. He took more of it,
massaging it with his soft lips and working under it with his tongue. He
had this beautiful guy's beautiful cock in his mouth, and now it was
hard and throbbing and Tiger was gently rocking his hips. Larry took it
down his throat and let Tiger fuck it down there a few times before he
backed off to breathe and to suck first the head and then the first
couple of inches of it. He had to swallow a lot of his own spit, his
mouth was watering so much.
"Oh yeah, you're good," said Tiger softly. "I knew you would be. Yeah,
suck it nice, it feels so good, I love it!"
Larry was loving it too. He leaned closer and took the curving dick down
his throat again and felt it throb and swell down there.
"Oh Goddamn!" said Tiger. "I'm sorry I'm gonna come so soon. What a
suckin' head! Yeah!"
Larry felt the cockhead in his mouth swell and then the big wads of
thick sperm shot across his quivering tongue.
"Umnh!"
It was delicious.
"Yuh!"
"Umnh!"
Larry swirled the mouthful of rich cream around with his lashing tongue
and let it trickle down his throat. Then he let Tiger fuck it down there
again and he felt a surge of
course down the dick. He backed off to suck some more. It was so good he never wanted it to stop. Tiger's cock!
He was sucking Tiger's cock and it shot again, another big load of thick
athlete's cream.
Larry's own cock was achingly hard. With one hand he fumbled to get it
out in the open, while his other hand fondled Tiger's beautiful balls.
He started to stroke his own hard meat. Tiger's hands lightly caressed
his head.
"Easy, man" he said. "Ease off, baby, don't jerk off. I want to suck
your dick before I come off again." He pulled back a little and Larry
dry stripped the hard cock with his tight lips.
Larry sat back on his heels and looked up at the vision above him. Tiger
looked like a real Greek god with a throbbing hard on. Larry thought he
would come right then.
"Quick, kid," said the vision, "strip and let me get down on that
thing."
Larry stood up and took off his shirt as his pants dropped to the floor
and he stepped out of them. His stiff cock stood out like a flagpole
with a little pennant of pearly fluid hanging from it. But not for long.
Tiger was right there kneeling in front of him, covering the head of
Larry's cock with his beautiful mouth. The gorgeous god was sucking his
dick; it made Larry come with such force that he thought he was going to
fall down! But Tiger steadied him with strong hands on his tensing ass
and leaned in to take more cock into his mouth. It stopped at the
entrance to his throat, being too stiff and hard to flex down the
channel. Another massive bolt of
surged through the length of it. Tiger gagged a little but backed off and recovered.
Larry thought he would die of excitement. He came again as lighting
seemed to strike his crotch. Then Tiger sucked easier, with a loose
mouth action. Tiger was saying "Umnh, umnh, umnh" around the hard cock
in his mouth. Larry felt more in control of himself, now that the first
great pressure had been relieved. His cock was still up, but now it was
a little more flexible, so Tiger could take its full length down his
throat. Larry shot again.
Then Tiger eased back and dry-stripped Larry's cock and sat back on his
heels looking up at him.
"Was that all right?" he asked.
"Shit, yeah, you know it was," said Larry. "Somehow I never figured you
for a . . . I mean, that you would like to do that. Or that you'd do it
so good, for that matter."
"Well, I am and I do," Tiger said. "I get a lot of practice down at the
Phi house. Everybody's gay there."
"I can't believe it," Larry said. "You mean the whole fraternity?"
"Yeah, well, we don't advertise it, if you know what I mean, but it's
one of the requirements for pledging. We're pretty careful who we pick
for membership."
"I never heard anything like that about the Phi's."
"And that's the way we want it," Tiger answered. "I probably shouldn't
have said anything even to you. Keep it under your hat, okay?"
"Sure," said Larry. "Hey, I want to show you something." Larry turned
toward his bookshelf. Tiger got up from the floor.
"I can see it from here," he said. They both still had erections
sticking up from their crotches.
"No," said Larry, "I got a couple of the Phi's in my book." He took a
sketch book off the shelf and brought it over to show Tiger.
"Oh, hey, that's Charlie," Tiger said. "I can tell even with his face
turned away like that. You ever suck that thing?"
"Yeah, but it wasn't easy," was Larry's answer.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," said Tiger. "He fucked my ass during Hell
Week. I was lucky not to have a punctured lung from it. That's one long
fucker!"
Larry turned a page. It was a picture of one guy fucking another. From
the toss of his head and the tension of his ass, you could tell from the
drawing that the fucker was coming hard.
"You know these guys?" Larry asked.
"Of course I do. That's Bill and Eddie. They mostly do it with each
other. Did they do it right there on the platform in front of you?"
"Well, it wasn't on the third floor of Purvis Hall."
They both laughed at that idea.
"Eddie let me blow him after he'd got screwed," said Larry.
"Yeah, Bill isn't a very good cocksucker, and Eddie really likes to get
off that way. They make an odd couple."
"Here's Charlie again." It was a picture of a guy sucking his own cock.
"Wow," said Tiger. "Sometimes I wish I could do that. Okay, so I love my
body, and I love my cock, and that's the way I am. That's all there is
to it."
"That doesn't bother me," said Larry. "I just could hardly believe what
I was seeing when he posed for me."
"Well, if I can't suck myself off, I can always do it for somebody else.
I can't look at any more pictures right now. Let's get down and do it
together."
For an answer, Larry pushed together the two beanbag chairs that he had
in the studio and lay down across them. Tiger joined him, head to foot,
and then they started doing it, less urgently now because they had both
already come earlier that afternoon.
Larry followed Tiger's lead as he sucked, doing his best to duplicate
the other's action, hoping to give Tiger the pleasure that he would give
himself if he could. A part of Larry's mind seemed to be standing off at
a distance, looking down at the image of their two white bodies on the
black leather beanbags. Larry wanted this to last forever, and it would
last forever, in the drawing that he would make of it, after Tiger had
gone. But that was for later; now Tiger was coming in Larry's sucking
mouth, and Larry was coming too. This would be a drawing of a different
kind, and he gave himself over to it.
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