He's Definitely Not The Statue Of David

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"Hmmm! What the heck," I thought to myself. "Why not?"

Debra, a mid-thirties neighborhood friend, suggested we enroll in a drawing class at the nearby university. We regularly do things together on days we do not have to work. Although married, Debra teeters at times on exploring her wild side, but to the best of my knowledge, had never followed through on anything.

We signed up for the class and began to look forward to our Wednesday evenings. Neither of us had any art/drawing experience, so things were rough at the beginning. But we had fun, then went for a couple drinks after class before heading home.

A few months into the class, the instructor, a mousy librarian looking woman, informed us we'd be entering into drawing of the human body phase of the course. We'd have the opportunity to learn to draw both a female and male body. The first few sessions we learned to draw from other drawings, but we found out that our next get-together would involve drawing the body while using a live male.

Debra and I both acted silly about the idea of drawing a nude male, but totally expected we'd both be mature about the whole things when the time came. We were ready.

But then we met Kyle.

As he entered the room, he wore the typical bath robe. He stood about 6-feet tall with boyish good looks, but we did learn he was a graduate student in the biology department who signed up to model for extra cash. He had short dark hair and looked like he probably only needed to shave once a week. My initial reaction was bascially, "not my type."

However, I admitted to Debra, "He's kinda cute."

Cute didn't last long. The librarian-looking sixties hippie instructor escorted Kyle to the staging area, where he'd be for the next hour. "Is everyone read to begin?" she asked. We nodded yes. "Okay, Kyle, please remove the robe and stand still facing us for a while."

Kyle didn't hesitate. Off came the robe, and it was immediately clear to Debra, myself, and everyone is that evening class that this college grad BOY put the state of David to shame. This lean but toned biology major qualified as WELL HUNG. His manhood softly dangled -- already long and already thick.

"Obviously a shower," I jokingly said to Debra. She replied, "And then some." Kyle already surpassed in his limp state the hard size of many guys I've "dated." I eyeballed him at 6 inches minimum; possibly even 7 inches.

He stayed rather composed the entire time; even as Miss Books re-positioned him a few times. In addition to his man-cock he had a firm cute ass with nary a hair. Part of me began to wonder if he just looked big because of his skinny body, but the more I looked, it appeared he was legit.

The class bell dinged. Time was up. The hour seemed like 20 minutes. Kyle picked up his robe, put it on, said thank you, and walked through the door to the side room. "See you next week," said Mary Hatch.

"Well that was interesting," said Debra. I laughed. "Um, sometimes a guy fools you." Not that I had some kind of preconceived notion of how hung or not hung this guy would be, but he reminded me to never judge a book by its cover. Over drinks, Debra admitted, "I haven't seen a guy that hung in years." She married years ago. I, however, was single, and did regular date new guys, but I had to agree with her to some extent. The new assumption was that even if he were rock hard, he wouldn't get much bigger.

I looked forward to our next drawing session.

We returned, and thankfully so did Kyle, Part II. Whether conscious or subconscious, I dressed up a little more for this class; dressed up meaning sexier. My top was tighter to highlight my firm B cups, and my jeans clung a little tighter to my ass. Boots rounded out the ensemble. Debra totally noticed my upgrade and laughed. "Hoping to see him rise a little bit huh?" Busted! I laughed.

We'd be drawing Kyle from the backside that day. An hour of his smooth but solid butt and his dong hanging from between. I sensed Kyle's confidence. He was not embarrassed in the least. And yet, there was no hint of arrogance either. He seemed like your typical good guy who just might not even know how exceptional he was down low.

I tried to stay professional, but another side of me wanted to get to know him more; pick his brain, see what makes him tick, see if he was naughty or nice. Oh, Santa! What goods you've brought into my presence.

At one point in this session, Kyle turned to his side, his hung-ness sparingly exposed to my eyes. That dark voice grew louder in my mind, "Touch yourself, Kyle. Tug on it for me." Stop it! Bad Melissa. But it persisted. "I wonder if he is into older women?" Argh!!!!!

Once again, the class bell rang much too soon. Unlike last time, Kyle lingered around afterward wearing his robe. He was having a conversation with Mary Hatch when two younger women approached them. I found myself laughably jealous. "Hey, stay away from him," I secretly shouted. Debra and I decide we'd say thank you to Mary but also toss a thank you Kyle's way, so we walked over.

As we approached, you could see he didn't tie his robe shut, so he stood there with it slightly open and his sizable softness in appreciative view. "Does he know he's doing that?" Debra and I thought. This young dude was comfortable in his own skin. We said thank you to Mary, and I turned to say thank you to Kyle. Our eyes met and neither of us looked away right away. Something just got communicated, but I didn't want to assume anything. I was the first to look away, and when I looked back, he offered a knowing smile. "Thanks for volunteering to do this for us," Debra said to Kyle. "Hey, grad ass needs every dime he can get, right?" So true. Part of me wanted to toss a c-note his way and say "Let me suck your cock." Behave Melissa.

"It beats working at the student center front desk," he added. "And anyways, part me enjoys doing this."

Ahh! A closet exhibitionist. I knew it. He's discovering more about himself as we draw his fine ass.

As we were saying our good-nights, I reached in my purse, pulled out a small sheet of paper and a pen, and wrote down my first name and cell number. When I say the right moment, I slid closer to Kyle and handed it to him. He took it and looked. Then he smiled at me again. "Just if you need anything, some help or a ride somewhere, let me know." I said it softly, and he got the message. This was between us.

TO BE CONTINUED ...
 
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Slim girl! Off to a nice start. I look forward to reading your story as it progresses.
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