Charcoal Nude

In college sexual frustration was so much easier to deal with. You could just go out to any random party, get drunk, meet some guy, and then go home with him. Never speak to him again. When that fails or when I was feeling not just horny but emotionally confused or damaged I would sign up to model for an art class, get naked and sit, stand or lay still while art students drew or painted my naked body. It didn't turn me on having a whole class look at my naked body but it did clear my mind and put everything into perspective. Being turned on and wet would be too personal. It would be embarrassing.

After college when I would be in the same place and needed some time to think I tried the same only instead of modelling for a class I did one on one's with artists. It wasn't quite the same. Some were boyfriends some were strangers but it always felt awkward. I would try to make conversation about anything other than sex or nudity or any physical act of any kind.

"I don't know, man. I guess I just always thought of Thoreau as a big mooch. I mean he has some good aphorisms and all but for the most part he didn't really engage in civil disobedience so much as live in Emerson's backyard and walk the mere mile to town to get anything he needed. Walden was just a big pile of excrement in my book."

And after a few hours of that I would head home and reflect on how different it was to do a one on one rather than a class. There were some photographers too and that was even more awkward because it was over so soon I felt like I never found my element. Eventually I just gave up and took to dealing with my frustration the old fashioned way. Fucking the hell out of my partner. We never even made love once in the years we were together. I just turned him into any and all frustrations I had in life and then fucked those frustrations into submission. In retrospect, it probably wasn't the healthiest for my relationship which ended up, well, ending.

We were still living together for a while and I looked for a replacement roommate and a replacement apartment at the same time. Both seemed impossible to find. Then one night at work I ran into a regular and somehow the fact that I was moving came up and he and his roommate said that they were looking for a new roommate and was I interested? Was I? Two artists, both handsome men that I was not attracted to that I could live with, eat meals with and talk about beer and sex with. Sign me up.

One of the roommates was gone almost all of the time so it just left Hugo and I. He was French, played the guitar and was a dark and beautiful artist. Tortured really. His artwork was all over the apartment and while I was looking at his website one day I found that he does some stunning nudes. I got excited and realized that this may be my modeling salvation. He could very well save me from the insanity raging in my brain. I didn't feel the need to make useless conversation with him so we could just sit quietly and work. It would be perfect.

Over dinner the next day I asked him about his models, who he uses, when was his last model, etc and told him that I would be very interested if he ever needed one.
"Well, what are you doing now?" Hugo had this way of being suggestive without making any facial expressions, his eyes just twinkled at me.
"Well I was planning on drinking a beer and knitting, so I'm certainly game."
"Ok, I'll clean up here and you can set up in front of my easel upstairs."

I walked upstairs confidently but as I reached the top landing I felt a wave of unease. This seemed to be going quicker than I had time to process. Rather than stand around thinking I figured why not just jump right in. I stripped down to nothing and was positioned shyly in his studio by the time he made it upstairs.

"You're quick."
"So are you."
"You'd be surprised. Is that the position that you're comfortable in?"

It was and he proceeded to sit down with his charcoal and start sketching. I was positioned in a way that would hide my pussy from view and nearly all of my chest. He didn't seem to mind and worked effortlessly while I was left with my own thoughts. I started thinking about my sexual frustration and how I had gotten to where I was in the first place, nude and sitting in the bedroom studio of my roommate who I had sworn to have no intimate relations with. I was wondering if modelling would even help to take the edge off like it had in college when I glanced over at him. His eyes were still twinkling though his face was calm and collected. His sketching was getting audibly more ferocious and as I looked down at his pants where the bulge there seemed to have grown. I could see the outline of his stiffened cock. No way. He had never so much as checked my ass out that I had noticed and there he was hard and getting harder sketching me with all of my erotic parts shyly covered. I felt my pussy heat up and start to moisten. He dramatically flipped the page over and made eye contact with me.

"Would you mind changing your position a little bit for the next sketch?"

He asked in a way that implied that he would be just as happy if I stayed where I was if I felt uncomfortable and presumed nothing. He hadn't noticed my sudden arousal. Rather than reply to his question, I moved the hand covering my breast slowly down my stomach to my now quite wet pussy like I was going to cover it in an act of shyness. He was paying less attention now because he was readying his next piece and when he looked up again I had moved so that I could both touch myself without ruining the scene and give him a better view of my body. I parted my legs slightly as he looked up and gently moved my hand over my clit.

"Is this ok?"

He nodded his consent and his cock swelled even more through his ever tightening jeans. There was a small light by his easel pointed in my direction. I looked down and could see it's effect on my wet pussy. I was literally glistening. He moved his hand towards his pants and I rubbed a little harder thinking that he would soon be touching himself as well, but he just adjusted his cock to give it the room that it needed to grow and kept sketching effortlessly. When he looked back up at me and saw my even more advanced state of arousal his eyes dilated and he froze transfixed for a minute. Nothing in our previous interactions would have predicted the scene he was now witnessing. Even I had no idea this would happen. He sketched a moment more hurriedly and told me that if I would like to see the pictures I should come check them out. I stood up and took my hand off myself and slowly walked over. I walked around him and pressed my naked body against his back as I surveyed the sketch that was just born from my public masturbation. I expected to see my body in that provocative pose on display for him but what I saw shocked me. Just my hand and the parts it was touching. Nothing more.

He turned towards me and said, "you are very beautiful." I blushed again and he grabbed me by ass hard and pulled my closer to him. I thought he wanted to kiss me but instead he started touching every part of my exposed body feeling, licking, searching. For what? Whatever it was he found it in short order and started slowly sucking my clit. I started shaking and held his shoulders and grabbed his hair as I came in his mouth. We pulled apart immediately as I stood there shaking neither of us knowing what to do next.

He was still hard and his cock was throbbing hard in his pants. It wanted to be free, so I unbuttoned his pants and freed his magnificent cock. It wasn't huge and it wasn't small but it looked like a penis from a Greek sculpture. Perfect symmetry smooth skin. I was taken aback by it for a moment. He thrust his middle finger inside me with one hand and grabbed his cock with the other and touched us both while I just watched my pussy get covered in charcoal and while his face got hungrier and closer to climax. I pulled away again and grabbed his body to force him into standing. His body was even more perfect standing so I took off his shirt and kissed his lean torso while teasing his cock but not touching it directly or letting him touch himself.

We fell into his bed or I was pushed into bed it was hard to tell. The tortured art had to have been a reflection of his sexual frustration as the modeling was for mine because he thrusted into me like he wanted to touch every part of me from inside. The search for all my hidden places continued for what felt like hours. He picked me up and threw me on top. I brought myself to coming a dozen or so times using his body as a tool then he picked me up and threw me back down and entered me from behind. He grabbed my ass as he got closer and closer and then we came together, collapsed and fell asleep.

Hours later our roommate came home and walked in on that scene. He turned around as we woke up to see his horrified face and just laughed as he got hard again.