I glanced around the room in dismay. Stools and easels arranged in a circle already filling up with giggling groups of friends ready for a night of gimmicky fun. Painting with a Twist. Hardly my idea of fun but then again not exactly my choice.
I’ve never been much of an artist but Sarah insisted that we come here. I just relocated and didn’t have many friends in town so I told Sarah we could do whatever she wanted. At least they serve wine here. Even if it’s shitty at least I’ll get buzzed.
The instructor wandered through the room, occasionally adjusting a canvas or greeting a familiar face. Where was Sarah? I glanced at my phone. Speak of the devil.
Hey bb I’m sooo sorry I got stuck at work and can’t make it. Drinks this weekend?
I rolled my eyes and stuffed my phone back into my pocket. I stood up to leave before remembering the $35 I had already spent on the class and the cheerful “No Refunds” sign perched at the front desk. Gloomily, I took my seat and took a big swig from my glass. Yep, that is shitty alright.
As the rest of the class settled in – mostly tittering middle aged women in small groups – I noticed a handsome man near the corner wearing what looked like a bathrobe. He had dark hair and piercing eyes with perfectly bronzed skin. In spite of the lumpy robe (smock?) I could tell that he was in great shape. I watched as he scratched the back of his neck revealing a large bicep. He noticed me staring and gave me a mischievous smile. Flushed, I whipped around to face my canvas.
“Hi everyone and thanks for joining us tonight for Painting with a Twist. I’m your instructor Kaylen,” the instructor said, robotically. He looked to be a college student, pale and lanky with shoulder-length, greasy black hair. “Our model today is Adam let’s all give him a hand.”
I felt myself go red as the robed man from the back of the room entered the center of the circle of easels with a broad grin and a wave. One of the tipsier women gave a holler and her friends giggled and shushed her.
“I’ll be walking around to give you tips on your work and to refill paint as needed,” droned our instructor. “A reminder to be respectful of our model and to please drink responsibly.”
I looked back to the center of the room and stifled a gasp. Adam had revealed his robe to reveal a perfectly chiseled body. Firm pecs were spread with a sheen of dark hair that led directly downwards to his pronounced abs. From there – oh my god – I saw his well-groomed bush framing a long and beautiful cock and balls that made me nearly drool. His muscular legs and defined quads promised a firm ass, perfect for grabbing hold of while he—
I looked away, feeling the blood begin to rush to my dick. Glancing around, I saw that my classmates had cheerily begun to paint. I picked up my brush and tried to focus on the canvas before me rather than the incredible specimen in the center of the room.
My eyes darted back and forth between my painting and my subject. Though he never moved I could swear that each time I looked up, Adam was looking directly at me. Was that a wink? Did he just lick his lips at me or was he just stretching his mouth for a moment? I was starting to get hard now when a hand on my shoulder made me practically jump out of my seat.
“Doing alright over here?” asked the bored voice.
“Uhh, yeah, thanks,” I stammered, hastily smudging more paint onto the canvas.
Kaylen eyed my work sardonically.
“This is an…interesting take,” he said, “Let me know if you need more paint.”
“Er thanks, yeah, I will,” I replied. He walked away, I picked up my glass, and drained it.
The rest of the class was agonizing. I watched my classmates enjoy themselves as they tried to recreate our beautiful subject. By now I was sure that Adam was giving me signals. I made eye contact with him and watched his gorgeous cock twitch as if in anticipation. With a wry smile, he turned away, leaving me shaken and hard as a rock.
Finally, it was over and the instructor began to help the tipsy crowd tidy up as they posed for pictures next to their still-wet works of art. Adam had put on his robe and gathered his belongings. He was so sexy and I couldn’t miss out on this opportunity. I could imagine myself pressed beneath that hard, sun-kissed body, feeling every inch of him as he pumped into my tight and willing hole. As he walked toward the exit, I inhaled deeply and crossed the room.
“Um, hey,” I stammered, “thanks for, uh class.”
“No problem,” he replied and turned to leave.
“I was wondering if- Well I’m new here and I was thinking maybe I could, like, give you my number so we could…hang out?”
“Oh,” he said, “Uh thank you. I actually have to get going so…yeah.”
He shuffled out of the room leaving me humiliated and alone.
Had I completely misread the situation? What had gone wrong? I may not have been the perfect Adonis that I saw in Adam but I knew I was attractive. Tall, in decent shape, and by all accounts, handsome. He didn’t even want my number? I stood in dismay as the rest of the class filtered out.
“Turned down by Adam, huh?” sneered a voice behind me. I turned around to see the lanky instructor leaning on an easel, arms folded and a sarcastic smile on his face.
“No I just…sorry I’ll get my shit and get out of your hair.”
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said, “You’re not the first. He’s a total flirt but he’ll never do anything about it.
“Yeah well,” I began to grab my coat, embarrassed again.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to be a dick,” said Kaylen, “I’m not used to meeting someone here who isn’t someone’s drunk mom trying to grab my ass.”
I laughed.
“I was supposed to be meeting my friend,” I explained, “She bailed and I had already paid so I figured I’d stick around.”
“Yeah I wouldn’t exactly call you an artist,” he snickered. I glanced at my painting which could have been done by an uncoordinated child and laughed again.
“Well maybe I had a bad teacher,” I grinned, “Anyway thanks for the class.”
“Hang on,” he called out. I turned around and found that he had taken a few steps closer. “Look, I feel bad about the Adam stuff.”
“It’s fine don’t worry about it.”
“No I mean,” he took a few steps closer, I noticed that he smelled like fresh cut wood and tobacco, and that though his black hair was greasy he had beautiful grey eyes.
“I want to help you out,” he murmured and he placed his long pale hand gently over my cock. I felt it start to harden and I glanced back up to his face. His thin lips parted into a smile and began stroking with his delicate fingers. He bent his head into mine so that our foreheads were touching and I let out a soft moan. With a silent laugh, he gently brushed his lips over mine while continuing to rub below my belt. Tentatively, I kissed him back and felt him smile.
“Open your mouth,” he whispered. I obeyed and felt his tongue slip in as his hand crept to the top of my jeans and worked its way inside my briefs. I let out another moan as he wrapped his fingers around my now pulsing cock and started stroking.
“Good boy,” he breathed into my ear. I felt his tongue inch itself around my earlobe before plunging inside. I gasped and clutched at his long hair as he continued to kiss and stoke. I felt my hips moving automatically with his touch, pressing forward to meet his hand, my ass clenching and releasing.
He moved away from my ear and kissed me again, deeply. Without thinking I wrapped both arms around him, grabbing at his ass and pulling him in close. I wanted to feel all of him against me. He was surprised for a moment but then recovered and shoved me into the wall. I gasped as he pressed his body into me, pinning me against the wall by my wrists. I felt our hard cocks rubbing against each other through our pants and pulled him even closer.
He broke away leaving me gasping for breath.
“Why are you stopping?”
“I said I wanted to help you out,” he grinned, “Why don’t you let me taste that cock?”
I nodded and he wordlessly unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them to my ankles. He pressed his face to my cock and I could feel his hot breath through my briefs. The head of my cock peeked out from the elastic band and he smiled a wicked smile as he began to trace circles on it with his tongue. Suddenly, his face plunged as he took me down his throat in one amazing swallow…
