Just Art or Something More? (Closed for Asa)

[Lucian_Devine]

Trent Ward looked back and forth between the clock and the mirror once more. He knew well enough what the first said, and what the second showed. https://www.pinkvilla.com/imageresi..._crush_main.jpg?width=752&format=webp&t=pvorg Still, it was to stay calm and relax, knowing what was coming. He was clothed in just a robe, but even that wouldn't be around for long. He was simply listening to Clara's voice in the adjoining room, waiting for his cue. Even as he listened though, it was hard not to think of what had led him to this time and place, somewhere many a guy wished they could be...

Even as Trent's mind wandered back to the gladiator style TV show he'd had a background role in and the foreign films he'd had a more prominent role in, he was ready when he heard his cue. He rose from his seat after Clara said the name of his latest movie, and had his hand on the door, turning the handle as she called out her name to the room of men and women all sitting in a large circle, easels, brushes, and any other needed supplies at the ready.

Trent smiled and lifted his hand to wave around the room as he walked slowly and confidently to the center of the room where Clara was waiting for him. He embraced the short red-haired woman, leaning down from his six foot three inch height to kiss her on the cheek. She had other ideas though, and turned her head to catch his lips with hers for a brief moment. The two of them chuckled as she pulled away, he shaking his head as she displayed a beaming victorious smile. "He may do well in the arena, but he's on our turf now, isn't he everybody?" Clara yelled to the crowd as she moved away from the large white mat that had but 3 small marks on it.

"Beginner's luck!" Trent called out to the crowd, communicating that it was all in good fun, in case it was necessary. He then turned his attention to the marks on the ground, briefly flexing his bare feet before placing his left foot just so, concealing the mark on the mat. He then dropped his hands to the belt that held his robe closed, undid it, and removed it to the cries, whistles, and catcalls from the crowd. He passed the robe to an assistant that was standing nearby for just that purpose, and as they stepped away, Trent lowered himself to a knee, keeping his other foot in place. When his knee perfectly covered the second mark, he lowered his right fist to the mat and covered up the last mark. He shook his body a little then, his long and lean muscles flexing as his nine inch penis hung freely between his legs. He bowed his head briefly as he focused his thoughts, before lifting it and pulling his arm back and clenching his fist to punch some unseen foe. With that second to last part of the pose done, there was only one thing left to do.

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"The one hour timer if you please, Clara." Trent said matter-of-factly, likely surprising or confusing the people that were getting ready to draw, paint, and generally sketch his naked form. They'd understand the meaning soon enough. He balanced his weight between the three points of contact as he focused his thoughts, causing his cock to twitch and start to harden. Only when it was rock hard, with it's inch and a half diameter dangling almost parallel to the mat did he lock in every other muscle and freeze, giving the full of his body up to the artists around him.

 

[Asa]

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She had signed up for this class and was quite impressed. It had been on a lark as it were she had been an artist in her own right before but that felt like a lifetime ago. The third model of the night held more than the others before him. There was something deep down within this one she liked this one. The two previous might as well have been the photoshopped trappings of a magazine with less between their ears than their measurements and dollar signs.

She smiled watching the pose. It was fitting and more realistic not that any of these younger people around her would know that. Pushing her hair behind her ear she began to rough layout the pose with the custom pastels and paint that she used and .ade. Her eyes taking in each tilt and pull to each muscle as she let her eyes flow over him with as much silken touch as her fingers did to the canvas before her.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

While it's true that many a man likely wished to be in Trent's proverbial shoes right now, you'd be surprised how many of them would fail both quickly and spectacularly. The pose was naturally the most important thing. Holding up your arm or holding a sword or shield wouldn't seem like much at first, until you remembered that you had to remain as still as possible for an hour before getting a break. It was for this reason that Trent had chosen this pose. His weight was balanced and well-distributed, leaving just his arm, which also thankfully wasn't fully extended. The clenched fist also made it easier to clench the rest of that arm.

With the pose sorted out, the more subtle things came to the surface, breathing, staring, and blinking. Trent had placed a mark on the wall above the height of the easels, giving him a clear line of sight and something to stare at. With something to stare at, it made it easier for him to blink and still have his eyes in the same position for the people that happened to be sketching them at that moment. Breathing was sadly one of the things that could just not be helped. If you held your diaphragm in place, your chest would then rise and fall, and there was no way to breathe without one of the two moving. So the best you could do was breathe in a slow and steady rhythm.

With every muscle and reflex accounted for, that just left Trent's cock, which held out through the full of the hour, occasionally twitching and jumping before settling back to it's original position. It was that organ that had required the most training and now demanded the most concentration. His mind rolled through thoughts that could both arouse him and keep his attention, playing on loop in his head, even as his arm started to get tired, and this muscle or that started to protest the prolonged tension.

Clara calling an end to the first hour was truly music to Trent's ears. Both his head and his arm sagged before he brought his left leg forward so he could roll backwards first onto his haunches, and then flat on his ass. Every bit of him protested against what he'd done, right down to his cock which was happy to finally go flaccid.

"Goddam man..." Trent heard Clara speak from in front of him. He opened the eyes that he hadn't even been aware that he'd closed to see her standing in front of him holding his robe and a bottle of water. "If I'd known that you could do that with your cock, I would have kept you for myself after prom!" Clara's next words came as she handed him the water and moved to drape his robe over his shoulders. They both had a good laugh at her words before he opened the water and took a sizable drink.

"Heh, well I couldn't do it back then, and goddam...I though sex scenes for movies were rough..." Trent smiled despite his words, and slowly moved to stand up, pulling the robe on. The longer pose times meant the breaks were a bit longer too, and he was definitely happy for the twenty minute break. His muscles really needed it, as well as his cock naturally, for health reasons. He happily took the time he needed to hydrate, have a small snack, and use the restroom before his time was up and he was heading back to his spot to start the second hour long pose.

 

[Asa]

Clara walked over to the students and smirked when she got to Melina's portrait.

Out of practice my ass girl. Massive right out of the hate settlement on banking assets that his Lawyer said agree to or else. A club you own with a regular weekend night shows of some fine male strippers and you think your art is out of practice. With your proprietary pastels and paint mix.

Yeah yeah...painting just feels like it was lifetimes ago. Like how long it feels this divorce is going to take.

Walking away she grabbed some coffee and walked around for went. She glanced at him a few times as she walked around. Wanting to get his eyes and what she saw so deep within them right.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

The second hour long pose started like the first, but when the corner of Trent's eye caught some movement, it was hard not to focus on it, being as he didn't have much else to focus on except the mark on the wall.

It became that much harder for Trent to focus on the "task" at hand when he realized that the person moving was Clara. Just seeing her brought back the memories of his prom. He'd been a pity date for him, and likely a pity lay, what with her taking his virginity and all, but it was actually that night and thoughts of her that kept his cock rock hard like this. His cock twitched and jumped of it's own volition as the thoughts came more fully to the front of his mind, and he forced himself to take a long and deep breath, as well as closing his eyes for a moment before opening them to focus back on the mark on the wall.

Things got even harder for Trent as the minutes dragged on. His muscles were twitching, his arm was aching, and his eyes desperately wanted to stray from their mark. He even found himself wondering if he'd remembered to tell Clara to start the timer again and if she'd remembered to start it.

 

[Asa]

Melina was focused and Clara's pacing didn't help. His eyes were Melina's focus but what she had seen before had changed somehow. She finally completed her portrait and sat back getting Clara to quit her wandering and walk over till the timer sounded.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Hearing the timer sound off was truly music to Trent's ears. He happily let his head and arm drop once more, even as he forced himself slowly to his feet. Clara was already on her way towards him with water and his robe, and he happily accepted both before walking towards his seat and collapsing into it.

"Note to self...I definitely need to stretch before tomorrow's sessions." Trent said to Clara with a chuckle. He was also glad that he was the last person on the schedule for the day. He was definitely looking forward to a good long shower and passing out on a nice and comfortable hotel bed!

 

[Asa]

Melina ended her painting and smiled. It felt good to get back to the things she enjoyed before her travesty of a marriage. She moved the painting off to the side as she had to go by the club before going home. Standing she collected her things and was about to leave before Clara grabbed her arm.

This is the artist I told you about Trent. Melinda... Trent. Trent... Melinda.

She sighed inwardly thinking yet another person wanting to "set her up" with some "great guy".

Hello. A tad obnoxious tonight isn't she?

Melina laughed a little nervously.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Trent had only just put his robe on when Clara wandered over, semi-dragging another woman by the arm. Clara then made the introductions in about as few words as possible before stepping back a little.

Trent chuckled at Melina's words as he rose to his feet. "And hello back to you, and what do you mean tonight? Have you seen her on a day or night when she isn't obnoxious?" He cracked a smile as he made his joke, hoping to let both girls know that it was all in good fun.

"How long have you been painting, Melina?" Trent then asked, giving the young woman the time and tell him a bit about herself.

 

[Asa]

I am getting back into painting. It's been a while. Life kinda got in the way for a few years.

No, what happened was she used to do local gallery shows until she met that reptile of a thank God soon to be ex-husband and gave everything up to help him and now is finally getting back to the Melina everyone loved and then some once she finishes getting that rat out of her life if he will just get over himself and finish this divorce she started.

Melina just rolled her eyes and shrugged.

Yeah that I guess

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Trent nodded as he listened to Melina when she spoke about life getting in the way, and opened his mouth to speak before he was abruptly cut off by Clara. He glanced briefly at the woman before returning his gaze to Melina, studying her reaction to the Clara's blunt but clearly true words.

"I'm sorry to hear that life has been such a shit show. It's hard enough trusting people these days, let alone after having assholes like that rip it to shreds. Does painting help you with that, giving you something else to think about or focus on?

Trent's light blue eyes lingered on Melina, both during and after this words, just...studying her.

 

[Asa]

Yeah... Yeah it does. Also having a club to own and manage helps too.

She smiled dark eyes studying his face and eyes as they talked.

So how did she pull you away from Hollywood for this.

Gestures around the room.

Let him answer that Clara.

A quick glance to the other woman who held up her hands in surrender and walked away to talk to other students.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

Trent chuckled when Melina mentioned Hollywood, his light blue gaze softening as he met her

"Heh, well, that's one of the perks of my profession. Unlike most movies, porn can be done pretty much anywhere. As luck would have it, I happened to have just finished up a set nearby when Clara called. So I was able to make the quick drive over here and do a bit of modeling for her classes before my schedule picks up again."

Trent's gaze focused more on Melina then. "You mentioned a club." He started before taking a quick sip from his water bottle. "What kind of club is it, if you don't mind me asking?"

 

[Asa]

Well, live bands during the week. Trying to get more international acts some exposure here in the States and on weekends we have technically a resident male strippers act topless male waiters the full experience.

She smiled a little more. It felt good to talk about her own life instead of the myriad of questions as to why she would divorce her husband due to his clout in the region.

 

[Lucian_Devine]

"Full experience indeed, it's a wonder you find time for anything else at all with how busy that place must keep you, let alone something like painting."

It wasn't until that moment that Trent realized that he hadn't ever properly tied his robe yet. Clara had brought Melina over so quickly, and between her presence and their conversation, he just hadn't gotten around to it. Still, the two of them had been able to talk casually enough, which was actually a rarity.

"Is that where you're heading after this, or is your evening free by chance?"

 

[Asa]

Well, I was going to head there but I could finish that paperwork tomorrow it's not like it's going anywhere.

She smiled at him knowing he had not closed his robe either but she was getting used to naked men since she worked weekdays and weekends at the club since she bought it.

 

[HornyIsh69]

Ish Roseblazer rode in on his Harley Street Glide as he would walk in to meet the artist who draws men while he would meet the woman young. He was wearing a black leather vest with a white tee, faded blue jeans with black riding boots.

"Are you the Artist who draws men?" He would ask her.