Becoming a model patient

Only the after work stretching exercises brought any relief from the tedium of the jocks. Tuesday and Wednesday exercises were spent building on Monday’s progress. By the end of Wednesday we were able to sit down on two fists as easily as one, sliding down in one smooth motion until the elbow was snug between our cheeks. Dave was satisfied with our progress, so on Thursday he presented us with Peter’s custom made double handed dildos to try them for size in preparation for the medical on Friday. Having spent that last three days expanding our horizons, as it were, they were no longer as scary as they had seemed the previous week. To make it more fun Dave set us a challenge, whoever managed to completely swallow the dildo and be sitting comfortably on the exercise bench first would be given a blow job to ejaculation by the person who came second. Then who came second would be given a blow job by who came third and so on. The one who was last would have to make do with a wank. On your marks, get set, go! Dave cried. Quickly we greased up our holes and the dildos before doing our best to swallow the enormous rubber dildos. It was rather a slow race because you can’t relax and rush at the same time. I kept monitoring the progress of my rivals and saw that Marc was leading the race. For a straight guy he sure was talented (and has a big dick) and I decided I was to be the one who’s slurp on his love juice, so making sure I was ahead of Ethan and Tang but slower than Marc I concentrated on sliding down that monster. Finally with a huge sigh of relief my cheeks made contact with the bench and I was able to declare myself second. Marcus slapped me on the shoulder and gently mocking me asked what had kept me, I’d made it too easy for him, perhaps I’d deliberately lost in order to get my mouth on his cock? I feigned confusion, pretending I didn’t know what he meant and that the best man had won. By then Dave had clapped his hands to attract our attention and declared the order of finishing as follows: Marc, Jo (me), Ethan and Tang. So once we’d released the dildos from our arses and cleaned ourselves up we knew what we were to do.

I’d been waiting for this moment for a very long time, I savoured every moment as I walked up to Marc who stood with legs apart, hands on hips and a big grin on his face. His dick was hanging down thick and heavy but already beginning to stir. Then I knelt down in front of him and put my hands round his muscular legs to steady myself before slowly taking his cock in my mouth. Running my tongue round the head I tasted him before lowering my head further down his pole, on and on I went until his pubes were tickling my nostrils and I was finding it difficult to breath. All the while his cock was expanding and getting harder and harder. When I thought I could take no more down my throat his hands took hold of my head and he started to thrust in and out. Getting accustomed to his size and movements I started to relax, sensing this he made his strokes longer and harder. Before long he started to spasm and shudder, then with a growling moan he shot a load of spunk down my throat. Once he’d finished spurting he pulled his softening cock out of my mouth, all the time I was sucking and licking it clean and continued to do so until no more jism would come out. Marc looked down at me and said there’s no need to ask if you enjoyed doing that is there? Grinning like a love sick puppy I said that was the greatest and that should he ever feel the need to shoot his load down a throat again I would be more than happy to be that throat. Smiling he said he’d bear that in mind.

It was clear that from the erection I was sporting that it was a mutually enjoyable experience and Ethan made a quick job of bringing me to orgasm. In the middle of servicing me, Tang crawled underneath Ethan and took Ethan’s dick in his mouth. It was this horny view which made me shoot so quickly, I was left hoping that we would be able to repeat it again one day. Dave must have felt sympathy for Tang because he knelt down and wanked off Tang while he was sucking on Ethan.

When we’d all climaxed and got our breaths back, Dave asked us if we’d enjoyed that little competition, what could we say but yes! Good, he replied, he didn’t want us getting bored but now it was time to tidy up and go home.

Friday’s lessons were a little easier knowing that it was nearly the weekend and that it would be the last time that we would have to deal with the sports jocks. We just had the usual medical to pass before we were free for the weekend and that ever larger cash payment. I won’t bore you with the details of the medical as it went along the same lines as all the previous ones. We were still fit and healthy, our muscle tone was good and the anal elasticity levels were spot on target. As we were finishing the medicals there was a knock on the door and in walked Callum to finish the photo shoot as promised last week. Once he’d set up his studio again we then demonstrated to him our ability to accommodate Peter’s dildos. It must have turned him on big time as his trousers quickly sported a tent pole that refused to go down no matter how much he rearranged his trousers. Half as a joke, half to tease him as I was cleaning myself up I asked him if he needed some relief from his predicament. Blushing he stuttered yes, but was this the right time and place? Peter laughed, sure why not? We’re all men together and we’re very discreet. I took this to be a green light and knelt down in front of Callum, unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled his combats down around his ankles, then his shorts were lowered releasing his cock which sprang upright as only young men’s do. I think he was ready to cum there and then, so I told him to relax and at the same gently pulled on his balls to distract him. Then taking a deep breath I swallowed his cock in one go bring a gurgling noise from his lips. Ethan had decided this looked like it could be fun so had fetched a tube of KY and walked up behind Callum. Without saying a word Ethan lubed up one finger and inserted it up Callum’s virgin arse who suddenly had a look of panic on his face but made no move. Peter told him to go with the flow, no harm would come to him and who knows he might even enjoy it. Callum gave in to his lust and started to fuck my face, instantly making it easy for Ethan to work on his hole who within a couple of minutes had worked three fingers up inside. God, he was a smooth operator, without missing a beat Ethan had substituted his fingers for his cock and Callum was fucking himself on Ethan’s cock. All too soon I could feel Callum’s cock pulsing and then he shot his load into my mouth, overflowing and ran down my chin. His orgasm and muscle clenching triggered Ethan’s own orgasm and within seconds he was firing his spunk up the young guy’s rectum. Suddenly self-conscious Callum blushed, pulled his trousers up, gathered his gear up and made a quick exit. Well Peter said, that seems to have provided a diversion for a slow Friday afternoon and he commended mine and Ethan’s ability to spot an opportunity and put it into action. He thought this would stand us in good stead in the next couple of weeks. Before wishing us a pleasant weekend he gave us this week’s pay packet of £900 cash each.

Walking across the campus I noticed that Marc was quiet and had hardly said anything since the “Callum incident”. I asked him what was wrong, he shrugged his shoulders and admitted that he’d felt jealous of Callum when I had given him a blow job and was now feeling confused about his emotions. This disclosure had come out the blue for me and I was at a loss for what to say to him. After what seemed like eternity I turned towards him and apologised for making him feel like that, it had not been intentional. Now Marc looked concerned and said I shouldn’t say things like that, after all I was openly gay, as far as I knew he was straight and we had no emotional connections other than working together and being friends. How and what I do is my business, not his. There’s a lot of analysing he said he needed to do to get his head around what he’s been feeling recently and where it fits in with his life. Fair enough I said, but you’ve got my telephone number if you want to talk. If you want to meet up just let me know. Okay thanks, he said but it’s unlikely as he’s going to have a hectic weekend as both of his boys were playing football at their respective schools as they’re both showing potential talent at the game. Then he’ll have the usual fatherly things to do, like shopping, housework and taking them out in the evening etc. It’s likely the only time he’ll have to himself would be in bed before falling asleep. Well the offer still stands and you know where I am I repeated. I gave him a mock punch on the arm before departing to make my way home.

Over the weekend I kept my phone switched on at all times but the phone never rang, not a great surprise, I just had to hope that Marc was okay.

CHAPTER 11 – WEEK SIX - REVISION

Monday morning eventually arrived and I wondered what lay ahead as I walked up the stairs to the staff room. Inside already waiting for me were Peter, Tom, Brenda, Ethan and Tang but no Marc. Uh oh I thought I do hope he’s not done a runner because of me. However hot on my heels Marc came bounding into the room wishing us all a good morning, apologised for being late and threw me a wink to say everything’s cool between us.

I wondered why Brenda was in the staff room on a Monday, I was soon to find out. Tom informed us that we had joined the University towards the end of the academic year and the sports therapy week had actually been the last active learning week for the students. This week was going to be a revision week where we would be helping as and when required by the lecturers. If we weren’t required Brenda had put a request in for our help at the Art College.

I spent Monday doing the consultation simulations, Tuesday I was naked again in the anatomy class and Wednesday I was on my back having medical appliances inserted into every orifice. Only on Thursday did I have any spare time to take trip over to the Art College and see how I could help. Already over there was Ethan and Tang, they’d been there since Tuesday but Marc wasn’t expected until Friday as he was doing the Sports Therapy and Massage revision class (poor sod I thought).

Brenda greeted us in the main lobby, thanked us in advance for our assistance, it was very much appreciated by both her and her students. Today she wanted two of us to help in the life drawing classes and the third one was to help in the photographic class. Tang had already done a stint in the life drawing class so I volunteered to take his place. Ethan was happy either way so that was that and we went our separate ways to the classes. Having never been to the college before it seemed a very different beast to the University I was accustomed to, the students for one thing were a lot younger and generally louder. Having got lost a couple of times I eventually found the classroom I was seeking, I knocked, opened the door and entered. Inside I was greeted by a friendly looking woman and about thirty students around the age of eighteen, with fifty fifty split between male and female. I felt a small blip in my self-confidence, forced a smile onto my face and shook Shirley’s (the teacher as she introduced herself to me) hand. In front of me was a raised stage upon which stood a mock Grecian pillar, a sword and shield (mmm, tacky I thought). Arranged in concentric semi-circles were the student’s easels, Shirley explained to me that they were free to use various media such as charcoal, pastels, water colours or oils and in this term they were studying classical themes (hence the stage props).

Shirley asked me to strip naked and assume a pose on the stage using the sword and shield reminiscent of an Ancient Greek soldier. Folding my clothes neatly on a spare chair I walked up to the stage, acutely aware of the quiet sniggers coming from several students and the odd wolf whistle. I nodded and smiled in the general direction of the whistlers but ignored the sniggerers. Climbing up onto the stage I picked up the sword and shield doing my best to look like a Spartan soldier. Within a few minutes the class had settled down and concentrated on creating their masterpieces. After an hour Shirley invited me to change position and to get my circulation back as I had been motionless for so long. Taking up the offer I put the props down, stretched my limbs and briskly walked round the classroom a couple of times. All the time I could feel eyes burning holes in my body but this time I felt better able to meet the students gaze and smiled back at them. This seemed to have the effect of making me more human in their perception of me, I wasn’t just an object of lust or ridicule.

The morning carried on in the same vein, stopping every hour to allow me to change positions. Then at lunch time I was able to dress once more and went to meet Ethan and Tang for a bite to eat and catch up on gossip. All too soon the lunch break was over and I was once more assuming poses on the stage, at least this time I knew the score and the novelty had worn off so it was straight down to business. At the end of the afternoon once the students had cleared up and left, Shirley came over and thanked me for helping her out and for not letting the students get the better of me. Apparently they could be a handful and more than one live model had refused to come back. She then said she thought I would be brilliant next week and be a real crowd puller, certainly by what she had seen today, if I knew what she meant giving me an exaggerated wink. When it was clear I didn’t know what she meant she clammed up, saying she’d said too much already and that I’d find out soon enough. Suddenly very preoccupied she bid me goodnight and walked out the door leaving me to get dressed.

Mulling things over as I walked home I decided I would give Alison a call this evening and drag it out of her what she knew about next week. However all thoughts about Alison evaporated when I picked up a voicemail message left on my home phone, it was from Marc announcing that he’d been thinking things through and really needed to talk to me “man to man” over a beer, was I free tonight? Oh shit, what was he going to say to me? Only one way to find out I guess, so I called his number to get the answer phone. Grrrr! Just when I got myself psyched up he decides to be unavailable. Knowing he had teenage kids at home I left a generalised bland message thanking him for his invitation, was sorry to have missed him and that I would chat with him tomorrow at work. About two hours later he called apologising for having missed me, his youngest son had announced at the last minute that he needed a lift to his mum’s (oh, they don’t live together then?) as he was going to stay there for the weekend and wanted to meet up with some friends beforehand. It was a bit late now to meet up for a drink, could we meet up tomorrow night instead? I played it cool and said sure, I don’t see why not, we’ll discuss it tomorrow at work. He ummed and aahed then came out with what was on his mind. He wanted to know if it would be okay to drop an overnight bag round in the morning before work, his other son was going to be out tomorrow evening and he didn’t want to draw unwanted attention to his activities. This way there’d be less questions from his son and he’d have maximum freedom on his options depending on how the evening went. Again I said sure thing, while my mind was yelling out YESSSS! Then I started chuckling at Marc’s directness – just what I liked in a man.

I had a restless night, images of naked black men and enormous phallus’s drifted in and out of view and woke up with the sheets in a mess. Sighing to myself as I stripped the bed the following morning I just hoped that Marc was going to be saying the things I wanted to hear. I just had time to get myself dressed and fed before there was a knock on the door and standing there was Marc looking very sexy in tight fitting jeans, black muscle vest and wraparound sun glasses. It was all I could do to stop myself from dribbling with lust and grinning like an idiot, instead I welcomed him in and suggested he put his overnight bag in the cupboard under the stairs out of sight. With that it was time to leave, walking to work with someone by my side made a pleasant change from being alone. Although we only made small talk the time seemed to fly and before I knew it we were standing in the main entrance to the Art College with Ethan and Tang waiting for our next assignment. Brenda joined us after about five minutes informing us that we would only be required for the morning session as Peter had requested our presence in the staff room after lunch and that we would be taking part in an end of term fashion show so that the fashion design students could display their course projects.

Leading us through the college Brenda explained that our physical statistics had been given to the students last week and they had created life size mannequins so their clothes would fit us first time. This sounded impressive to me although I found it disconcerting to think that my measurements were being passed around without my knowledge, what other information was being passed on I wondered. I had no more time to think about it because we had arrived at our destination and were being ushered into what looked like a warehouse but it was packed full with students and many rows of clothes rails holding enough clothes to dress an army! Brenda introduced us to the course tutor and then made her exit. Marianne (the course tutor) then pointed us in separate directions where we met the students working on our clothes. The group I was placed with were working on sports/summer wear which to my untrained eye looked rather small for my frame. When I commented on this fact the girls simply laughed informing me that the material was designed to be figure hugging which apparently was all the rage with youngsters these days (gee, I felt like a real old timer considering I was at least ten years older than them). The first outfit I was asked to don was a pair of beach shorts, short sleeved shirt, cap and sandals. I quickly shucked my T-shirt, jeans, trainers and socks (keeping my pants on) and went to get put the outfit on, but a hand reached out stopping me in my tracks. Uh uh, the pants come off too otherwise they will throw out the line of the material. Mmm I thought to myself, but I simply shrugged my shoulders and took them off as well. Standing upright again, I felt slightly uncomfortable, well wouldn’t you? There was a dozen pairs of female eyes staring at me, well not exactly at me – more like staring at my body – every inch of it. Blushing slightly I pulled on the shorts but the material was so silky and transparent that I felt more naked than before I had put them on. Thankfully the shirt was made of thicker material and just covered my crotch, though when I moved around my cock swung making every movement obvious and eye catching judging by the expressions of the girls. Finally I was ready for the catwalk, looking at the other guys I tried not to laugh as we were all wearing revealing clothes although they were styled differently, I simply smiled encouragement as we stepped onto the stage and the show began.

I didn’t realise how hard it would be to be a good catwalk model, no sooner had I walked the length of the catwalk and returned than I was racing to put the next outfit on. All self-consciousness flew out the window in the pandemonium of the changing area, the girls were now too busy to ogle and were very professional in their attitude and demeanour towards me. It was fun but I was exhausted by the end of the show and I was grateful to sit down and sink a large glass of cold water. Brenda thanked us on behalf of the college for our assistance today and over the previous days and hoped that we would be working together again in the future. We waved goodbye to the class, in return we received waves, shouts and wolf-whistles making us laugh before disappearing for our afternoon meeting with Peter.

In the staff room Peter, Tom and Adam waited for us. They informed us that once the compulsory medical was completed they had some exciting news for us which would make the last week of our contract both a memorable one as well as being of immense benefit to the University. All through the medical I kept wondering what lay in store for us, I barely noticed the prodding, the pulling or the fingers up my arse!

Once the medicals were all over, we sat in the lounge area drinking coffees while Peter distributed our cash pay packets of £1,000 which made me just smile from ear to ear while thinking what I could do with it. Then he proceeded to tell us about the plans for next week. Traditionally the last week of the academic year had always been a fund raising period used to boost the coffers of the University and the charities it supported. This year it was going to be different, the University has teamed up with the Art College and the local business forum to compile a complete week of events:

Monday (evening) – Charity dinner & dance
Tuesday (day) – Football tournament
Wednesday (day) – Charity fun run
Thursday (evening) – Charity slave auction
Friday (evening) – Private party

To keep costs to a minimum and provide valuable experience the college’s media team would be covering Monday to Thursday’s events, but Friday was not going to be filmed as this was being sponsored by top business men and they had requested privacy which the University had agreed to due to the vast sums of money being donated. This sounded intriguing but Peter wouldn’t be drawn further and after a few minutes of fishing we gave up and took the hint. Peter outlined what our duties would be next week and then told us to go home and make the most of an early finish because next week the working hours would long and all over the place.

Not needing to be told twice we headed off home, Ethan and Tang going in one direction with Marc and myself heading off towards my home to begin what I hoped would be an enjoyable evening. During the walk home I tried to raise the subject of what Marc wanted to talk about, but he very subtly steered the conversation onto safer topics such as what lay ahead for us next week, what his sons were doing this weekend, where we were planning to go tonight for something to eat and drink. Mmm I thought to myself, here is a guy who’s done this before, he’s such a smooth operator and able to foresee what I was going to ask. I really didn’t care, all I wanted to do was to get him into bed.

Arriving home Marc asked if he could jump into the shower while I made a cup of coffee, sure thing I replied, I too want to have a shower before we hit town. I wondered if there would be an invite to join him in the shower, but no, he grabbed his overnight bag and bounded upstairs and into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. Ho hum, I sighed, the night is young yet. Just as I’d finished brewing the coffee Marc sauntered back into the room, God he is such a tease, dressed to kill and smelling gorgeous it was all I could do to keep my hands to myself. No, Jo, don’t play into his hands, play it cool. So I offered him his coffee, announced that I was disappearing for my shower now and I told him to make himself at home while he waited for me. As I relaxed under the hot water I heard him walk into the living room and turn the television on, flicking through the channels before selecting a sports channel. I carefully went through my wardrobe choosing clothes which showed my body off without being shouting out that I was a gay man on the pull. Hopefully Marc would like what he saw without feeling uncomfortable. Evidently he did like what he saw as he did a double take but said nothing so I did likewise but smiled to myself all the same as I knew that my plan had succeeded.