It's Art - Part 2 - B&W

It was 2 AM, and Matteo was lying awake in his bed. He couldn't sleep.

The incident from that morning was running in his head again and again.

He relived the panic he felt when he saw his lifeless model dripping that white thick liquid in front of his astonished face, and even more awkward, in front of his students.

At the time of the incident, Matteo quickly wiped the liquid from the mannequin and joked that the company probably sent him a sex doll by mistake, and then continued with his class.

But he knew that wasn't the case. From that short distance, he could smell it very well. It was not fake cum. It certainly smelled like the real thing.

When the class ended, Matteo left the mannequin in the studio and went directly home, trying to keep his mind of the subject.

He considered calling the company, and he even dialed the number but quickly hung up. What would he say? "Hi, your doll came in my hand after I aroused its nipples." No way. He was not going in that direction. He'll simply ignore it and hope it's all some big joke by the designers.

Matteo picked up his phone from the nightstand.

2:15 and wide awake.

Matteo got out of bed and put on a pair of jeans and a red tank-top thrown on the chair. He pulled on his sneakers and left the apartment.

Back in the studio, the naughty mannequin was waiting silently on the raised platform.

Earlier, Matteo asked his students to create an interesting pose for it, and they posed it as if he was some superhero floating in the air, apparently fighting off some villain. Matteo thought it was very fitting - it definitely had a body of a Marvel superhero.

Still posed the same way, supported only by the pole up his backside, the mannequin was lit softly by little light coming in from the street.

Matteo unlocked the door to his gallery and came inside. At the other side of the room, he could see his posed model just as he left it, waiting in the darkness.

Matteo turned on a spotlight that he uses to light up the scenes for his class and aimed it directly at the mannequin. Its shiny skin reflected the direct light, and it made him look a little less human than before.

Matteo grabbed a chair and sat in front of the platform.

"Come on, give me something," he spoke to the mannequin, looking at him closely and trying to catch any light change on movement.

He sat there for a while, waiting for something to happen, for the mannequin to say something, to wake up.

Matteo got up and started circling the platform and examining the model from all angles.

Eventually, he climbed on top of the platform and stood face to face with it, tilting its face to look directly into his own eyes.

"Are you alive?" he asked it.

"Were you alive once?"

"You're too real to be fake..."

Matteo pulled himself closer to the mannequin and started kissing him passionately, parting its lips with his own.

Matteo reached down his hand and started fondling its erect dick gently, running his fingers on its veins, massaging its balls.

And then, just as he was starting to feel pretty stupid making out with a dummy, he felt a tiny tremor in its dick, and a warm flow of cum erupted onto his palm.

Matteo kept kissing it and massaging its cock as more cum dripped out of it until finally, it stopped.

Matteo gave a final squeeze to the cock's head, and he could have sworn the mannequin moaned silently.

Matteo took a step back and once again looked at the frozen model in front of him. As before, nothing moved. No one said a word.

Matteo raised his cum filled palm and tasted it. It was salty and warm, and the texture was perfect. No way someone can recreate this in a lab, he thought.

"Let's get you off this thing," Matteo said as he took off his tank top.

He pulled the mannequin's arm around his own shoulder and grabbed him by his leg and torso.

With a quick squat motion, Matteo managed to lift the mannequin off of the steel pole.

He stood there for a brief moment, holding him close, trying to figure out if this weight would be suitable for a real guy this size. It would.