A few days and a few blowjobs later, we were doing the same thing. I watched my muse study, tracing the lines of his body with my eyes. Each time I did that, I became more and more fascinated with him.

Whenever he would move to the next line, I noticed his dark eyelashes flicking downwards. Something about that little flutter was the most endearing, adorable thing.

The drawing was already mostly shaded; I worked fast. His face was so beautiful; free from any physical imperfection. I bet it followed all of those mathematical laws about the standards of human beauty. I closed my eyes as I tried to inhale and breathe in his essence, letting it possess me and guide my graphite. Then I exhaled, and continued drawing in all the highlights and shadows of his perfection.

“I hate this,” He moaned, shutting his statistics book with a big smack.

“Have you studied enough for your exam?” I asked, peering at him over my glasses.

He got up from the couch suddenly, looking at me with a burning in his eyes. In two long strides, he closed the distance between us and suddenly he was right up in my face.

That cocky bastard. Thought he could distract me from my work like this.

“I’m not done with this…” I protested, a smile pulling at the corner of my mouth. I could feel a something vibrating deep inside me. Something that made me want to lose all control and want to make this man mine.

“Fuck it.” I said, standing up to face him.

I pulled his face into mine and pressed my lips on his. We were voraciously kissing each other, and I was feeling the smoothness on his lips as I caressed them with mine, melding and swimming around each other with want. My tongue poked into his mouth and I swirled it around, tasting his saliva.

I moved my hands up and down his bulging biceps, traveling up and down his flawless skin and pulled him closer to me.

I could feel my cock swelling and pulsing to life, longing to be inside him. As I pressed it against his hips, he groaned and tilted his hips back towards mine. I could feel his cock fighting to get out of his pants too; both of our members were pointing straight up. I gyrated against him a little, rubbing the sensitive underside against his as I kissed him gently on the mouth.

This… this had a sweeter feeling than what I was used to.

It was weird to say, let alone think, but I felt closer to Evan than I ever did to anyone else. There was a kind of language in our touching, and I could feel the hum of the rhythm of his body synchronizing perfectly with my own.

I pulled away from his mouth for a second, and looked him dead in the eye. His blue eyes were filled with lust; lust for me. And that made me feel powerful. That made me feel in control.

Overcome with a ravenous need for Evan, I scooped him up in my arms.

“Bedroom?” He asked.

“Bedroom.” I answered.

Driven by a ravenous, primal hunger, I carried him down the hallway of my house and into the bedroom, then set him gently on my silk sheets.

My hands were traveling up and down his body, rubbing his torso as I explored his mouth. He was keeping my pace with his kissing — he was obviously experienced in this department. It was like our tongues were dancing together in a silent rhythm.

Gently, I put my hand to his face, tilting it towards mine. Then with my other hand, I started feeling his swollen crotch in his jeans, gently massaging the hard lump there. His dick was so hard it could cut diamonds.

Even though there was significant lust pulsing through our desire, I could feel that there was a sweetness between us. This was more… intimate.

I followed the rhythm of his body as we made out and melded with each other.

To my surprise, he began undoing my belt and taking my pants off.

I stopped him, grabbed a fistful of his hair and said “You don’t have to do that.”

The last thing I wanted was to go too far and scare him off. I wanted to welcome him into this new world, full of new experiences that he would surely love.

We both would.

He met my gaze and said, “I want to make you feel good.”

He pulled down his pants and revealed his impossibly flawless bubble butt. That ass was pristine and bulbous; perfectly white in the light streaming in through the window.

I moved my hands down it, feeling how his slim waist ballooned out into the perfectly round ass. Then I massaged around his ass, spread his cheeks to get a peek at that hole.

“You have such a nice ass…” I moaned, admiring the work of human beauty in front of me.

I suckled one of my fingers, then played with the skin around his hole. Gently, I used my saliva as lube and slipped the tip of my little finger around the edges. It was so tight…

“You have a beautiful hole,” I admired, “Is this okay?”

He moaned, and gasped, “Yeah…”

Then I pressed my face into it, smacking and beginning to snake my tongue around his ass, licking, and then voraciously slurping it, spreading his cheeks.

“Beautiful pink hole…” I uttered, playing with the flesh around his most sensitive area.

He was moaning as I flapped my tongue around it, getting it all loosened up and relaxed.

“Yeah push out…” I commanded. He did, I felt his muscles flex as I ate his little hole. Then I gently kissed the flesh of his ass.

“Is this okay?” I checked in with him.

“It feels amazing…” He moaned.

I dove back in, licking up and down and playing all with that little straight boy hole. Then I nipped on the flesh of his beautiful ass gently, suckling on it.

“Oh… ah…” He moaned.

The tightness in my pants was almost too much to bear. So I got up on top of him, then spat and let the white glob of saliva dribble down to his hole. I gently moved my fingers around the puckered flesh, loosening it up.

I pressed my thumb into it, massaging the gentle flesh there, and pressing on the spot between his ass and his balls.

“Does this feel good?” I checked.

“Yes… oh… Sam…” He moaned.

Just hearing him utter my name was almost enough to send me over the edge. I unzipped my own pants, letting my stiffening cock bounce out, and began stroking myself.

“Push out your hole.” I commanded, peering down at it.

I watched as it spread a little before me and puckered, the pink hole swelling up before me. I moved my fingers gently around and around, making sure the flesh was tender for me. I didn’t want to go too far; all I wanted to do was to go as far as he was comfortable to give him the best, mind-blowing orgasm of his life.

“Is this okay?” I asked again, pressing the tip of my little finger into him, feeling around inside his smooth hole.

“Yeah… don’t stop…” He begged.

I reached down around him with my other hand and felt his dick, watching that dimple next to his muscley ass writhe as his legs moved when he moaned. I reached underneath him and his cock was rock hard.

“Flip over,” I commanded. Then I leaned down and began sucking him off.

I moved his legs to the side, wanting to make sure he didn’t have to do any work; wanting to please him. I took off my pants, taking them off one pant leg at a time. Then undid my shirt. He reached down and started jerking himself off. Then I dove down and placed my lips on his dick.

He was moaning and drew in a soft hiss. “Incredible…”

“You’re so beautiful…” I said, complimenting his form. “You okay?”

He nodded and he was moaning.

“Look at me, Evan…” I moaned, then went up and kissed him.

He looked at me, his mouth forming an “o”

I could barely handle it anymore.

Then he looked me in the eye and said, “I’m about to come!”

“Come for me baby…” I moaned, taking a breath up from his huge dick, letting it flop out of my mouth with a pop.

I was still jerking myself off as I moved back down and quickly took his soft, velvety head into my mouth. That was enough to send him over the edge.

He gasped and moaned as I felt him release into my throat, his tip firing bursts of come into my mouth.

As soon as Evan emptied himself and I felt his body seize up, I blew my load as I felt the pleasure seize me; and I painted his glorious abs with my pearly spunk.

After a few moments of panting, we were both leaning back against the headboard, staring up at the ceiling. Then, as my pleasure began to wear off, the thing I’d been dreading came to the forefront of my mind. Now was as good a time as ever to discuss it.

“I have to leave for Aspen next week,” I said.

He sat up, alert. “You’re going to be gone? I don’t want you to go…”

“It’s only ten days.” I said, but even as the words left my mouth, I knew it was going to be hard on me, too. “What are your plans for Christmas break?”

He cast his eyes downward, looking sad. “Nothing, I’ll be fine.”

I thought for a moment, sitting up in bed and holding him. “I want you to come with me.” I said.

“But Sam!” He said, “I have an exam!” He protested.

“Some departments let you take exams early or remotely. If you don’t have a laptop, you can use mine.” I said.

“I don’t know about that – I’ll see, but I can’t afford a plane ticket.”

“How many times do I have to tell you,” I warned, holding my finger in front of his face as a warning, “Don’t you worry about money. I’ve got it.”

He pulled away from me, and turned to look me in the eye. I couldn’t see into his head; there was no way to know what he was thinking.

“I want to show you off to all my friends and family back home.” I admitted, “And the thought of you being alone on Christmas just…” I trailed off. “I won’t allow it.” I said, my voice swelling with fury as I began to piss myself off even thinking about it.

He leaned in and hugged me, his glorious abs rubbing against my body. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” He admitted, holding me tight.

I was bristling, but I calmed myself down and reached my arms around him, pulling him close.