0 comments/ 7963 views/ 0 favorites Artist By: TheDR4KE I was at an exhibition with a friend of mine. We would occasionally go and do the pretentious afternoon thing. This time it was an exhibition of a fairly new artist. The works ranged from simple line drawings in charcoal to big, full canvas paintings, expressions of energy in a variety of media. He wasn't too impressed, but then he rarely is. I couldn't describe what I was feeling. Just about everything sang to me. It wasn't so much a conscious appreciation than a deep and emotional stirring. The paintings particularly touched so many strings in me that I could feel a whole symphony swell up and rush through my blood in one of the rooms. As we had already gone around to several other galleries and exhibitions that day, my sudden burst of enthusiasm was too much for my friend to take and he headed home. Well, more likely he headed off to work, but then that is both our curse still. I wandered through the rooms again and again, ignoring the people who were criticising the artist and her work despite their own complete lack of experience or feeling, and often despite the fact that the artist wasn't anywhere near them. How anyone could try and think about the works with any degree of objectivity was beyond me. I would stand in front of a rich and emotional canvas and before I could even finish trying to work out what the name of the particular painting was I would already be caught by it's passionate expression of something that touched me deep, deep inside. In between paintings I would try and catch glimpses of the artist. She was generally surrounded, and accosted, by the inevitable journalists and art groupies who make these sort of openings their main parading ground. She was much too irritated by the nerve of the people who would try and understand her personal works however, for the opening night glitzerati to be able to pin her down for even a few minutes of hollow conversation. I was ashamed of my longing, but I had to try and talk to her as well. Her paintings resonated in me, and I couldn't let myself go home without trying to find out why. "Excuse me, but I wanted to tell you that I find your works absolutely fantastic." "Thank you." (go away) "Please, you've opened some emotional gates in me that I didn't know were there. Do you think we could get together and talk sometime?" "No, I'm sorry. I don't talk about my art." "Then maybe we could talk about something else. Anything else." ...but she was already gone again, caught up by her agent and someone with a blank wall and a not so blank wallet. Needless to say, I stayed and let myself drown in the paintings and drawings until the exhibition closed. Having been expertly expelled by the gallery owner, I walked the streets aimlessly, strolling from streetlight to streetlight, from sleepy tree to ice cold pole. I don't know for how long I wandered, but suddenly I saw her walk purposely along a footpath on the other side of the street. She was caught up in a concentration that blocked out all around her, and, I could not help myself, I did not even realize that I did it, I followed. The door through which she eventually disappeared was narrow and old, just like the town house into which it led. Exactly what I would have expected her to live in. Private, warm, individual. I stood across the road and watched the lights go on and off, upstairs and down. I watched her silhouette dance around the rooms in movements that were, to me, like a ballet in slow motion, set to a music I could not hear but filled with a natural grace and fluidity that could not have been expressed more had she actually been dancing. It seemed that she was staying up to work. The lights made their way to a room that must have been her studio - large glass doors and windows, their light partially dimmed by paintings leaning alone or in groups wherever they weren't too much in the way. She stood in front of a large canvas supported on an easel, the light behind her illuminating something I couldn't make out. Her tension and frustration carried across to my lonely vigil. I was nervous and excited and when I saw the wind blow aside the curtain of one of the tall glass doors, something purely emotional in me completely overpowered my common sense and I climbed the fence and walked inside. Her sense of colour and style was evident in everything in her house, from the stacks of magazines, to the bookcases and prints. Everything was as charged as her paintings. Everything made me worked up more and more. I walked into the next room, the room where she was working so late. This was it. My sensible self made a quick attempt at wresting control and leaving this place, but my heart and my body were burning with a fever that could not be overpowered easily, and it was to no avail. You saw me as I walked in, but any surprise or shock at so late a visitor was not evident at all. The canvas in front of which you stood was completely blank, and after a short glance towards me you turned back to where your focus was and started to pace. I tried to say something. An apology, an assurance, but you ignored me so completely that I could only feel myself drawn towards you like a moth to a flame. You lifted your brush to start to paint, but then put it down again in frustration. It wasn't right. It wasn't working. I walked up to your side and reached out to gently touch your shoulder. You turned towards me, fire in your eyes. "I'm sorry. I saw you on the street. I was at the exhibition tonight. You wouldn't remember..." My whole being moved towards your eyes, your fire. You were close to telling me off, but I was so devoted to your every breath that you stopped. I, no not I, my body, moved closer. I leaned in to kiss you. You pulled away. You were breathing as deeply as I, your chest rising, your face flushed. "Can I paint you?" you asked. "Yes. Of course." "Stand over there, in the light." I did. "Take off your clothes." Slowly, feeling self conscious but excited, I undressed. I looked up and saw you study me. I felt you breathe me in, feed me to your soul. You walked up to me with a small pallette and brush. Gently, sensually, you draw a line across my naked chest, from nipple to erect nipple. You add another colour and draw a spiral up to my throat and down to my hard penis. I can hardly breathe. You put your brush aside and apply some more colours to my shoulders and neck with your hand. Your touch is so soft, so right. I reach out and start to undo your blouse. Your breasts are full and firm, your nipples so hard under the silk and lace. I see your tongue dart out and moisten your lips and I can't hold my passion back any longer. I tear open the last of the buttons and pull down your bra. You drop your paints as I lean forward and suck on your tits. My hands explore your hips, your back, as I pull you closer towards me. My lips are exploring your chest and your neck. My hold is tight and your last attempt to push me away only heightens my determination. I lift up your skirt and tear off your lace panties. As my hands run over your gorgeous behind, my lips find their way to yours and as our tongues and breath mix your tits rub against the paint and sweat on my body. Slowly, together, we slide down to the floor. I kiss you hard and then push your head onto my dick. My hands are running through your hair as your tongue is running over my head. I groan and pull you back. I don't want this to end. I want to give you that which you awoke in me and I want to do it all night. I hold you down as I start to cover your body with kisses again, moving from your eyes down your neck along your arms and then down to your red and flushed breasts. Your nipples are so hard they're like little erect dicks. I suck on them and lick them like I want you to lick me. I draw my tongue from breast to breast, licking small spirals, taking little folds of your skin between my lips, sucking on your nipples. You grind your hips against mine. My hard dick is pressing against your womb, wanting to get in. I let go of your hands only long enough to take off your bra and skirt. The bra at least survived. Your hands are right where I left them, and as my tongue starts to push at your lips and my dick teases your pussy, your legs squeeze me tighter and tighter trying to end my slow and heartless teasing. But I won't be stopped and as I hold you down with one hand my other hand tears a strip from your skirt and ties it over your eyes. I hold down your hips. "Don't move." I tie up your hands as well. Not hard, but you're not trying to escape so they don't need to be tied hard. I go down on you, drawing in your sensual smell, licking your sweet, hot pussy and drinking your moist, intoxicating juices. Up and down I brush against your body. Sometimes I flick my tongue across your nipples, then I kiss my way up across your head or down all the way to your toes. My hands alternate in rubbing you and controlling you. Holding your legs open for my tongue, holding your hips down to stop you moving, to increase your frustration and to build you up further and further. Then, sudden and hard, I drive myself into you, fucking you with long hard strokes. Your hips and mine dance to our lust. You're so hot and wet. I can feel you clench my dick with your pussy and it drives me over the edge. I hold you down even harder now, sucking on your tits until my back arches back and I come inside of you, again and again and again. I can feel that beautiful spasm, that sudden burst of passion and extra heat from your cunt, and as we both slide into each other's arms as if we had been doing it for our whole life, we both relax in the glow of great sex and a love that reaches out to the world from our very souls. Artist Copyright 2002-2005 Her heart was hammering, banging away against her chest. She unlocked the car and quickly got inside and slammed the door. She started the car and turned the AC on high and stuck her face in one of the vents. Still feeling flushed and warm, she unbuttoned the top four buttons of her dress, pulled it open, and directed another vent to her chest. "Jesus," she thought, as she tried to put the memory of the feel of his inner thigh into perspective. She'd been caught off guard. But what could she have done? He'd simply grabbed her and they were off around the room, smiling, meeting, and pretending . . . If . . . if only he'd continued to hold her hand as they walked from group to group. But he hadn't done that. Instead, he'd release her hand and then touch her back during one introduction. Put his arm around her for another. Take her hand for yet another, each time bringing her into contact with another part of his anatomy. The hardness of his chest here, the strong inner muscle of his thigh there; and each time the renewed contact with her warmed flesh vividly re-created a sense of what he must be like. Or more accurately, it created a heightened curiosity, a desire to know . . . or maybe simply . . . a desire. Fanning herself furiously, she continued the thought. It certainly wasn't the first time a man had played her; it was more a part of her chemistry, and partly her age. She was rattled at finding herself responding to his sophisticated sexuality. She told herself to stop thinking like this. To get the car going and in just ten minutes she'd be home and headed into the shower, where she could . . . . She took a toilette packet from her purse, opened it, and wiped her sweating forehead and then did the same across the tops of her breasts. She put the towlette in the trash and, leaving her dress unbuttoned, put the car in gear, only to shift back to park and turn the engine off. He was crouching next to her window. "May I join you in the car?" He said. "It looks so invitingly cool in there." Despairingly, she knew she'd come to the line. "Oh . . . Sure . . . Get in," she said weakly, crossing the imaginary line - all the while deploring her actions. She started the car again as he opened the passenger door, slid into the bucket seat beside her and closed the door. "Uummmm, that's a relief," his voice so calm and confident. "He's lying," she thought, "but . . . Oh, look at him." He continued talking in that smooth husky manner. "You have no idea how glad I am to have caught up to you before you left. I really had no way of contacting you." He reached out and touched her face, one hand lightly on each cheek. He leaned forward and kissed her twice lightly on the forehead. She didn't resist. He continued kissing her, bestowing little butterfly nips here; some quick as a flash, others soft and lingering --- purposely moving steadily downward. He brushed her eyelashes. Her reflexes caused her to blink; then she consciously closed her eyes. Almost as a reward, he kissed each one in turn. His lips lightly skimmed her nose, searching for her mouth, stopping enroute to suck gently on her cheek; to her chin, where for the first time she felt his tongue, feather light in a flickering lick. "Oh, my God," she thought; as she detected her inner core begin to throb. "I can't control this!" Finally, his lips touched hers. Just touching, but lingering, as though time had stopped. And her mouth opened, tongue touched tongue, and slowly, softly, the velvet tip of his tongue began to circle hers. Indicating her surrender, she laved her tongue back and forth across his while uttering a subdued sigh, revealing her increasing desire to him. Abruptly severing the kiss, he looked into her eyes as they opened, only to teasingly say, "Ah, you liked that, didn't you. Well let's continue, shall we?" He pulled her head close once again and found her mouth open, eagerly awaiting his. He sucked upon her lower lip, moving eventually to the upper lip. Then the two tongues were dueling frantically. This parrying continued unabated for almost ten minutes. It was she who broke the kiss, pretending to gasp for air; actually trying to make a decision she failed to realize was already made. Relentlessly, his tongue probed the inner recesses of her open neckline. He could feel her pulse racing, as he tenderly kissed along and down her neck. "His hands - where are his hands? The octopus," she thought, emerging from her sensual haziness. "God help me, my dress is wide open. Ahhh, I did it myself --- what a slut I am," she postulated, reciting a familiar lament to herself. His hands passed smoothly, quietly, and quite undisturbed down the face of her breasts, stopping only to open the front clasp of her turquoise bra, and releasing its captive globes. "Oh, those hands," she thought --- as they quickly moved to circle and cup her generous breasts. She felt his hardness for the first time, pressing against her thigh. She formed a mental picture; "He's got a monster. It's huge! I can't take that thing . . . I could never . . . ." "What's that he's doing? How the hell did he know that I . . .?" With a suddenness that surprised him, she pulled him closer to her and cried out, "Oh, YEESSS! YES, do that," and as her voice sheared off, "Oh, God . . . Yes! Yes!" He was licking around the outer edge of her areola. She reveled in the sensation as he continued dragging his tongue in gentle circles around the circumference of her areolas. While with his other hand, he gently caressed the fullness of her opposite breast. Never touching her nipples, which were now hardened and engorged to their fullest. Her breathing had become more difficult. She found herself taking deeper breaths, her chest heaving; realizing suddenly that she couldn't help herself. "Touch them you miserable bastard," she screamed inwardly, hating herself for not forcing his mouth there. "All you mother fuckers want tit, don't you? Mouth me! Mouth me!" "Ooohhhhhh!" It was the softest of moans. Pinioned between conflicting emotions, and unconsciously grunting, she reached out to clasp him in her hand, at the same time seeking his lips with hers. She sucked his tongue tenderly back into her mouth, only to find his response more aggressive than before. His tongue suddenly lashed at hers, moving rapidly in and around her teeth, licking her gums one second, sucking her tongue into his mouth only to nip it gently with his teeth the next. This produced a reaction she hadn't expected, at least not this soon as she felt first her loins, and then her entire being thrill to his combativeness. She responded by squeezing the tremendously swollen member lodged in his slacks, and then, knelt between his legs and began to masturbate him --- stopping for a moment, only to grope for the zipper and free "the monster." He watched her as she stared at it telling herself that it was beautiful one she had ever seen. "Play with it if you like," he whispers, not wanting to break her concentration at this delicate point. He needn't have been concerned. Slowly, with an almost morbid fascination, she rubbed her hand back and forth over the silken skin on the head of his impressive erection. He shifted position to give her wandering fingers better access. Then unable to wait any longer, she lowered her head and calmly took as much of him as she could into her mouth. Only the bulbous head disappeared. Her tongue swirled gently around the ridge directly below the head. Slowly, very slowly, she willed her tongue to follow round the ridge to the underside. He moaned in pleasure, and continued with his methodical seduction, noting with satisfaction how erect and hard her nipples were. She began to hum with pleasure, not certain if it emanated from his attention, or the sheer pleasure she was deriving from the fullness of him in her mouth. On reaching that part of his underbelly she discovered his foreskin. "He's not circumcised!" She blurted out to herself in surprise. "I've never had one before . . ." She let the thought trail off as she continued to explore him and he her. She tapped her tongue against that sensitive part of him and brought forth a loud moan of pleasure from him. He immediately retaliated pulling her off him and brought her head up to look into her eyes. Then he was nipping at her left nipple and the tingling jolt that resulted went straight to her center. His hands moved her ass and gave each cheek a resounding squeeze which she adored. She allowed the pleasurable wave to pass before renewing her oral attack upon him, caressing his glans at that particular juncture, occasionally paying attention to those areas surrounding it. "You have certain . . . unexpected talent," he gasped as she released him and raised her head to look at him. But he chose to ignore her eyes this time and instead concentrated on her breast; with her watching enthralled as his mouth hovered over a nipple. He was intently focused as his lips pursed tightly before softly blowing on it as if playing a flute. The act compelled her to draw in her breath and he made note of it as a favorable reaction to be repeated at a later time. A moment later he leaned closer and suddenly bit the turgid bud. The resulting sensation is almost too much for her and in near panic, she shoved his head away from her inflamed teat and, as if in contrition, her own head quickly descended downward to feast once more upon his rigid prick which was twitching and hovering below. Trembling, she slid down upon it, sucking more of the member into her mouth this time; laving her tongue around and about his lovely "monster." "It's my monster," she thinks, greedily and sucks hard upon him. "Oh, Christ it's big. But it tastes so good and I feel so good sucking on it." She can't help but reach down with her other hand to touch herself and discovers that she is drenched. "This bastard knows what he's doing. He's an artist," she concluded as she shifted into a more comfortable position. "My God, he's only started on me and . . . OHHHHH, SHIT!" Through a veil of sexual haze she felt his hand begin to explore the mystery of her lower torso. Flashes of white heat raced though her system from her inner core, spreading outward to her nipples, her neck and lips. Down. Down. Down. Across the crest of her hip, to the front of the hipbone --- all the while his lips draw tenderly on that once bitten nipple --- still sending sensual shock waves throughout her nervous system. Abandoning herself to her lust, she began lavishing kiss upon kiss on the 'meateus' or opening in the very tip of his glans, all the while gently cupping the soft, huge sacs hanging below it. Then, once again she took the "monster" into her mouth, taking care not to tighten her lips around his shaft. She began a circular motion, sending his manhood sliding around in her mouth. Glorying in the encounter, she shifted from the clockwise motion currently being used, to a counterclockwise motion. She hummed into his member on hearing him moan in unadulterated pleasure. "Time for a change," she thought, lifting his rock-hard cock to reveal his balls. She took a moment to admire his sacs; then sent her tongue darting out to find the underside of his testicles, and while resting his tender balls on the slippery wetness of her tongue, she slowly used an upward licking motion that sent her tongue up to the very tip of his prick. He groaned loudly and his hands grabbed clumps of her hair and pulled slightly, not nearly enough to cause pain, and groaned even louder as she repeated the process three more times. "My lollipop," she crowed,. "I love sucking lollipops." She took him back into her mouth and slid her moistened love muscle lovingly over the head until her lips closed around his shaft just below his corona. Then she took his shaft in hand and twisted her head from side to side, making sure to keep her lips in constant contact with his coronal ridge. After a moment she allowed her hand to move up and down, jerking him off --- simultaneously cursing her luck as she realized that she was in a parked car on a public thoroughfare. "Anyone can see in. I'm like a horny college bitch in heat," she moaned to herself. Then, as his fingers closed tightly upon her nipple, she sighed, and analyzing her feelings, concluded she was very close to coming. "How can that be?" Confused, she reflected: "It's so soon." Meanwhile, his hand crept lower and slid under her dress, causing it to rise appreciatively. She sighed, and lifted her hips to accommodate him in finding the soft downy hair above her mons. His fingers traced languorously downward in tempo with the continued hard plucking on her nipple; descended into an area covered with dew slightly thicker than sweat. He sampled the dew, and with careful deliberation, coated the finger --- bringing it to her lips as an offering. Removing his member from her mouth, she leaned towards the offered finger with her tongue extended and accepted his gift, immediately recognizing the taste of the bitter vanilla bean flavor of her center. The taste of his finger is secondary, but she continues sucking on it until he withdraws it --- a broad smile on his face. Her breath now knew no regular pattern. His hands were tracing hearts on the inside of her thighs --- from the underside of her knee to the crease where outer labia met leg. She felt his mouth raining dozens of tiny kisses along her abdomen. And, still holding him firmly in her hand, she rolled over to her back, opening her legs to allow him access to nirvana. One leg pressed firmly against the back of the driver's seat, the other is now wantonly displayed to any casual passer-by as her toes are tightly wedged against the windshield. Her arousal has caused her to throw caution to the wind. Her aroma is everywhere, intoxicating him, demanding that he taste and drink of her. Her first climax hits the moment she feels his lips upon her. In a dim recess of her mind she realizes it has been building since she first reached the car. He worms a finger into her tightness, moving it in small circles. The climax continues, producing a steady flow of translucent fluid from her that trails down her thigh as she arches her back and moans in ecstasy only to hear his urgent whisper that they had better move to the backseat. In a matter of seconds they were both in the rear of her car; with him on his back and her kneeling over his face with one leg on each side. As his hands gently caress her buttocks, he reminds himself that this position gives him the ability to control which area of her vulva he wants to stimulate by either bending or straightening up. Hoping to provide him with some direction, she placed her hands on the top of his head, only to find herself groaning almost continuously as he stroked the inner folds with the tip of his tongue. With the gentlest of pressure his tongue parted the folds and her groans turned to shrieks of pleasure. Quickly abandoning her slit for the moment, he moved to her now fully emerged clit and circled it twice with his tongue before returning to her pussy, whose folds now lay open inviting more than his tongue and mouth. . He repeated the movement several times, each one causing her to lose her breath momentarily. Even so, her breasts were heavily mightily as his mouth tormented her entire vulva area. Her secretions increased twofold when he rolled the shaft of her clit with his tongue, delighting in the feel of the rubbery cord. Attempting to control the situation, she began to pull on her mons with her fingers and gained momentary relief. But lost that relief the second he started sucking on her pussy's folds. Sealing his mouth to her, he sucked reveling in the feel of her clit and inner folds as they entered and expanded in his mouth. As he played with them using his talented tongue, they swelled to twice their normal size and she wailed delightedly from the intense stimulation this action provided. When he concentrated solely upon her clitoris, the waves of a second climax crashed over her psyche. During her climax, her leg kicked up and into the side of the car. She will feel the pain and see the resulting bruises the following day, but for now there is no pain, only the most incredible pleasure. An eternity later, or so it seemed, the orgasm receded and her bodies constant tingling blissfully comes to an end. Regaining her senses, she tells herself she can gain control if she proceeds carefully. "I need you in me!" She croaks hoarsely, and slowly puts herself in position to accomplish it. Perhaps thirty seconds pass before she manages to move to where she can straddle his lap. Then, with her calves lined up against his thighs and her weight resting on her knees, she placed him against her center and let herself sink down upon the "monster." "I'm lost . . . oh my God, he owns me," she thought before dropping into an erotic vagueness --- out of control --- lost to sensual bliss as his massive member began to fill her. She was pleasantly surprised that this brought no pain. He did not tear her asunder as she thought his great size might, and she silently thanked him for allowing her to control the speed at which he kept converging into her. Rising up and down, her wetness permitted the "monster" to fully penetrate her by the third full stroke. Thereafter, each upward stroke created a loud sucking sound within the confines of her car. She found it both embarrassing and exhilarating. Leaning forward --- her hair cascading down and across her face to his shoulders --- she wondered briefly about tomorrow's bruises from knocking and bumping into the side panel and armrests. Then tossing her head to shift the hair from over her eyes, she dismissed the thought. Only to be jolted back to the moment when he suddenly pulled hard on both nipples, stretching them to twice their normal length. The pain, the thrill, the joyous feeling from this action filled her being and set her into a frenzied pace. Up and down, she rides him. Until, finally unable to sustain a satisfying consistency, she switched to a rocking, circular motion; and moments later to a quick variation of side to side movements. And when he countered with several deft movements of his own, she was forced to spit out, "OH, GOD OHHH, GOD!" through froth laden lips as she exhausted her diversity and resorted to a primal thrusting and heaving; in what can only be described as a back and forth stirring frenzy. His fuse, having burned its entire length, detonated and he erupted into her in a tremendous explosion. As she sensed the raw heat of his sperm coating her cervix, she gave herself up to a mighty orgasm that jolted her system. For one split second she endured an out of body experience, looking down at the two enjoined bodies below. Then it was over. Perhaps a minute passed. Then, slowly lifting herself off him, she bent slightly to place a kiss on the now limpid "monster." A moment later, he reached out to her, pulls her close and kissed her lips with the greatest tenderness. "That was better then I ever dreamed it could be," he said. "Yes," she answered, "kind of like spontaneous combustion." Then, in a shallow attempt to disguise her fear of rejection, of the trepidation of yet another futile one-night stand, she managed to avoid stammering and asked, "Will I see you again?" Secretly relieved that he had evaded the inner turmoil of having to remain calm in the face of her expected rejection, He smiled. "Will dinner tomorrow work for you?" he asked quietly. Smiling for the first time since getting in the car, she haltingly replied, "Yes. Around eight would be fine." Artist Silently, they go about repairing their clothing. Then, as he'd begun, he took her face in both hands and kissed her, it was a long, gentle kiss that would not only end that night, but also serve as a prelude to many more nights of enchantment that lay ahead. *** "I knew I'd have her from the moment I held her hand," he told himself as he swaggered toward to his car. "My plan to seduce him worked like a charm," she lied to herself, as she put the car in gear and drove away, watching for his headlights to turn on. The End Artist and Model Thank you for your wonderful response to my first two stories. "Looking for Mr. Wells" and "My Cross Country Adventure". This story finds me getting involved in another unusual relationship, this time with an older gentlemen. * Chapter 1. Locker room flirting. It was all I could do to keep from getting aroused in an obvious way. I was already plenty excited as the man watched me towel off in the locker room, and I fought to keep from having what would have been a very embarrassing erection in plain view of one and all. Fortunately, there was no one else in the locker room at the gym except myself and the mystery man, who was a middle aged gentleman I had noticed quite frequently while working out. I remembered him for a few reasons, the main one being that it seemed whenever I happened to look in his direction, he was looking at me. A second reason was that, despite his thinning scalp, the rest of his body was absolutely covered with hair. Thick black hair from the neck down, a rich pelt that I found extremely attractive despite the fact that the man attached to it was likely close to three times my age. He was shorter than I was, and had a very trim and slender body. The other reason was that no matter what time I arrived or how long I worked out, when it came time to take a shower, there he was. He was usually playing around with things in his locker while I undressed, and when I emerged from the showers he would be dressed and buffing his shoes. I found this all fascinating, although what I really wanted to do was to check him out in the showers like he was doing to me, but he never did take one. This forced me to use my imagination, but I didn't let that stand in the way of letting him look all he wanted, since it was a lot of hard work that had turned me from a roly poly kid into a guy with a decent body. It was my body that I assumed got the gentlemen's attention, and I admit that a body like mine wasn't something you saw every day. At 5'10" and about 165 pounds, I had packed a little muscle on my previously soft body. Nothing all that exceptional mind you, and not the feature that merited any attention I got. I had begun shaving all of my body hair a few months earlier, but not because of any weightlifting competition or anything. I had long been embarrassed by the pitiful amount of body hair I had been blessed with during my teenage years anyway, and had finally decided to make myself fully smooth. It was no big deal to do, as I had but a wisp of hair under my arms, a very modest tuft above my genitals, and a few stray hairs on the insides of my lower legs. Barely a minute and I was smooth as a baby. Shaving also made my penis look larger as well. I say that with tongue firmly in cheek, since my dick is only a couple of inches long limp, and about twice that when fully aroused. Sadly, there is no thickness to speak of to made up for the lack of length either, so no amount of groundskeeping would make me look even so much as average. This had led to a great deal of fear and shame during my school years, as I spent my time trying to get girls and then trying not to let them see how shortchanged I was. It was fortunate in a way that I had very few chances to humiliate myself. The previous summer, as I hitchhiked across the country to get to college, I had been picked up by an elderly gentleman who introduced me to a whole new way of life. He treated me like a man, and taught me so much during the course of that evening that I still can't believe it. When school started I had gotten into a relationship with Doc, a graduate student who also gave me confidence in myself, and allowed me to learn some more. That relationship had ended a month ago, and now I was very single and very confused. I was still attracted to girls, but these two experiences with men had been incredible, so I was torn between these two worlds. Was it possible to feel this way? Being 18 in 1975 and far from home were not the best conditions in which to figure these things out. One thing I had figured out was that somehow over the past few months I had become an exhibitionist of sorts, which was really strange considering how exceptionally modest I had always been in the past. Now here I was drying my hair with the towel, and letting my little tool wiggle around brazenly in front of my anonymous audience. Chapter 2. Anonymous no longer. After dressing I gathered my things and headed out into the brisk evening air. Standing outside, to my surprise, was my voyeuristically inclined gentleman admirer, and when I stepped outside he approached me. "Hello," the man said as his eyes darted around nervously. "I hope you will forgive my being so forward, but I couldn't help noticing you as you worked out. You come here rather often, don't you?" "Yeah, I try to make it in a few times a week, Mister ...." "Anthony, I'm sorry. Please forgive me," he said while extending his hand. "Anthony will be fine." "Okay Anthony, I'm Timmy. Tim," I said correcting myself. "Very nice to meet you, Tim," Anthony said. "I'm sure that you're a busy fellow, but I wanted to ask you whether you would be interested in doing some modeling. You see, I do some sketching from time to time, and I thought that you might want to model, seeing as you have such a well developed body." Oh brother! You're an artist, and I'm well developed, I thought to myself. I thought the whole thing absurd and just wished he would come right out and say what was on his mind. I knew what he wanted and I was ready to say yes, but instead I played the game. "Modeling? Me?" I asked in surprise. "I've never done anything like that before." "Not really much to it," Anthony said. "All you need to do is be able to stand still for an extended period of time. I'm sure that a young man such as yourself could handle that." "I guess." "Oh, and it would be nude, of course," Anythony added matter-of-factly. "But I assume you realized that." "Oh, uh... yeah. Of course." "Student, aren't you?" "Yes. I'm a freshman." "High school or college?" "College," I said rather sharply. "Sorry. Meant no offense," Anthony quickly added. "You have a very young appearance. Then I take it that you are 18?" "Yes." "Splendid!" Anythony exclaimed, and within a couple of minutes we had made an appointment for me to come by his place to be a model. Timmy Wells, a model? Chapter 3. Anthony's place. Anthony's 'place' was a condo in an expensive downtown neighborhood, and was on the top floor of a five story building. He buzzed me up when I arrived on time on Saturday evening, and to say I was surprised at seeing the lavish apartment was an understatement. I was a student, living mostly on ramen noodles and happy hour munchies from bars, but just because I couldn't afford nice didn't mean I didn't recognize it when I saw it. This Anthony was doing quite alright for himself, and after he greeted me warmly at the door and made me a drink, he brought me over to the picture window for a stunning look at the view. "This is incredible!" I gushed as I sipped the vodka and tonic Anthony had given me, looking over the rim of the glass at the city in twilight. "Yes, things do look a lot nicer from up here," Anthony said, and I had to admire the black satin robe that he was wearing, a stylish and elegant number that covered him from neck to toe. I pulled my eyes away from the window to look around the immediate area, and noticed that there were numerous pictures on the walls. To my amazement, it dawned on me that this Anthony was really an artist, and while it probably wasn't his main source of income, to my untrained eye the work looked very professional. It also dawned on me that while there were several drawings of landscapes and bowls of fruit, the primary subjects were men. Naked men, drawn with incredible clarity, and I then realized that there was a good chance that I was going to end up on the wall too. The thought both thrilled and terrified me. "Care for another drink before we get started, Timmy?" Anthony asked, and I eagerly accepted in hopes my nerves would settle down. Finally, it was time for me to strip down and prepare for my first and probably last modeling session. I got naked under the careful watch of Anthony, who took my clothes from me as I disrobed and folded them neatly before setting them aside. There I stood under a bank of bright lights, totally naked and scared. I had initially feared that I would get a hard-on, but I was so nervous that instead of being aroused my little dick was shyly shrinking up even worse than usual. "Here's what I want to try first," Anthony said as he positioned me with my hands clasped behind my head with my right leg a little in front of my left. "Perfect!" Anthony exclaimed as he repositioned my arms just so. "It gets hot under these lights, so if you feel faint or anything just let me know. I'll get comfortable myself too, if you don't mind." Anthony shrugged off his robe as he walked away, and underneath it he was only wearing black satin shorts. Although I had seen him dressed pretty much the same way at the gym before, the sight of Anthony's hairy body got my heart pounding a little bit. Even his back was coated with a mat of black hair, and I thought about whether it was soft or coarse to the touch as he went to his easel. Standing still for an extended period doesn't seem like a tough thing to do, but after about ten minutes my muscles started to ache and sweat began trickling down my body. Anthony came over and handed me a towel a couple of times, and after what seemed like forever he announced that the session was over. As I went over behind his easel, I saw what he had done, and was startled at how much it really did look like me, and complimented him on his work. He was even generous about my unit, blessing me with a little more than was actually there, I thought. Artistic license and all that. I reached for my pile of clothes as Anthony handed me a drink. "You don't have to go just yet, do you Timmy?" Anthony asked. "I like to make sure my models are well taken care of, and I know how much your muscles must ache right about now." 4. My first massage. Anthony brought me into another room, where there was a massage table set up, and motioned for me to hop on. I climbed aboard and reclined on my back as directed, while Anthony brought over a bottle of oil. "You seem like a Mandarin kind of man," Anthony said. "Or do you have another preference?" "Uh, I don't know," I said. "I've never had a massage before." "Really?" Anthony exclaimed. "That's wonderful! Just relax and enjoy." Anthony began at my feet and then gradually worked up to my calves, expertly kneading and rubbing them, and the soreness melted away as he worked. "How does that feel Timmy?" Anthony asked. "Amazing!" I had to admit. "No wonder people get massages." "They're as much fun to give as they are to get," Anthony responded. "You're really a talented artist," I said as Anthony worked his way up to my thighs, and my hamstrings began to quiver while Anthony dug into them. "Why thank you," Anthony said. "When you first arrived, it seemed like you might have thought that I wanted you to model just as a ruse to get you up here and seduce you." "Yeah, I guess that had crossed my mind," I confessed as Anthony's hands massaged my inner thighs as he worked toward my buttocks, and I felt my dick get hard as he went higher. "That wouldn't be nice," Anthony said. "I much prefer to sketch my models first and then seduce them." I gasped as Anthony's hand slid between the cheeks of my ass and worked up and down the crack. "Does that shock you?" Anthony asked. "Would you rather leave?" "No," I said as my voice broke, and then I gasped again as Anthony gently slid an oiled finger into my bottom. "Good," Anthony said. "I was hoping you'd say that. God, what an incredible ass you have Timmy. I must do a drawing of you from the rear." Anthony's finger worked lazily around inside of me for not nearly long enough before he worked up my back. "I always watch you when you work out at the gym," Anthony said while kneading my shoulder blades. "Also in the locker room." "I know." "What did you think of that?" "I liked you looking at me." "Roll over Timmy," Anthony said, and when I did, my little pecker was pointing straight up. "You should have said something to me," Anthony said as he went down to the other end and began rubbing the fronts of my calves, his eyes fixed on my quivering erection. "Shy," I admitted. "I was always hoping you would take a shower so I could see all of you." "Oh I couldn't do that," Anthony said. "Taking a shower in a situation like that would be too awkward." "I used to feel that way too," I said, and my heart skipped a beat when I realized that Anthony must be a little shortchanged down below like me. That explains why he was ashamed to take a shower, and that also excited me, since the only two men I had been with were far better endowed than I was, and that had caused me considerable shame at first. "Oh, that's not what I mean," Anthony said. "I just have a tendency to get very aroused in the presence of other men, and that can be most humiliating. If I were to have taken off my clothes while I was watching you dry off, for example, you might have been offended if you weren't interested in that sort of thing. I'm very aroused right now, as a matter of fact." "You are?" I asked. Anthony came to the side of the table and dropped his satin boxers, revealing a jockstrap underneath that had an huge bulge in them that was pointing down and between his legs. "I wasn't sure that you were attracted to me," Anthony said. "Now that it seems that you are, I very much want you to see all of me." "I'm very attracted to hairy men," I confessed, and watched as Anthony peeled off the jockstrap and stood back up. I did a double take as I saw Anthony's cock, which was indeed aroused just as promised. Incredibly long, it bobbed lazily in front of him, brown and thickly veined. It was shaped like a missile; quite thick at the base and tapering down until ending with a long cone-shaped head. "God, you're huge," I said as I reached over to grab it, but Anthony stepped back as I did. "Like what you see? You seem to be very excited by the sight of a hairy man with a big cock, am I right Timmy?" Anthony asked. "Yes," I admitted. "It just wouldn't do to be seen walking around the locker room in this state, now would it?" Anthony asked. "I have a hunch I wouldn't be very welcome there after that." "Depends on who the person was that saw it," I offered. "I sure wouldn't object." "I'm glad that I have what you want," Anthony said as he slid his hands all around my groin while avoiding my dick. "Because you really turn me on." Anthony gracefully hopped up on the table like a gymnast, straddling my thighs as his cock swayed near mine. He took his staff in hand and touched the underside of my dick with the tip of his member while the outside of my thighs rubbed against Anthony's hairy legs. The stark contrast of colors was exciting in itself, with Anthony's dark tan against my pale white skin tone, and I watched wordlessly as Anthony rubbed the tip of his cock up and down the underside of mine, causing a bead of cum to appear on the tip of mine. "I love it when a man starts dripping," Anthony said as he roughly rubbed the tips of our dicks together. "You like the feel of my cock against yours?" I nodded briskly as the familiar feeling of inadequacy washed over me, looking at how pitful my little dick looked beside Anthony's cock, which had to be at least double the length and width of my own. Strangely, the feeling was accompanied by a sense that this excited me in some way, and I didn't really mind this being acknowledged by my partners, as long as they weren't insulting about it. "Are you naturally hairless?" Anthony asked as he leaned over me. "You feel so incredibly smooth to the touch." "Just about," I admitted. "I shave the little I do have." Anthony sucked on my nipples before sliding his mouth over for a pass through my smooth armpits, and his slick tongue made my body shudder as he licked. "God, you're so sexy like this! You look amazing this way. I love your dick too," Anthony said. "Every time I would see you naked in the locker room I wanted to go over and suck it." "It's so small that it's embarrassing," I admitted. "I adore it," Anthony said as he dragged his genitals over mine. "I'll bet it works just fine too." "Well..." "Had enough teasing?" Anthony asked. "Want me to wrap my lips around your dick?" "Yes." "I want to feel you shoot your load in my mouth Timmy," Anthony said, and with that said he bowed his head and slid his legs slowly down my stem until his mouth had all of me in him, and my nut sack was holding his chin. With Anthony's hands reaching beneath me and clenching my buttocks, he began sucking my dick, although his lips never strayed from the base of my member. Instead he just sucked using his mouth to try and gulp me down his throat in some way while his tongue swabbed the underside of my dick. I put my hands on Anthony's hairy shoulders, and found the softness of the fur as surprising as it was arousing, and I was gripping him hard when I felt the rush of semen being sucked out of me. Anthony gulped it down as fast as I could produce it, and he kept on inhaling me until I was limp in his mouth. "Why don't we go get more comfortable?" Anthony suggested as he climbed off the table and helped me get down. 5. Anthony's bedroom. Anthony brought me into his bedroom, which was as elegant and as tastefully decorated as the rest of the place. There was soft lighting behind the headboard of his large bed, where I knew I was going to end up soon. "What do you think?" Anthony said, as he led me over to the side of the bed. I came up behind Anthony and put my arms around him, and my body shivered at the feel of his incredibly hirsute body against my smooth skin. Kissing his neck, my hands slid up and down his furry chest, squeezing his nipples through the thick mat of hair and making Anthony writhe under my touch. "Mmmmm - that feels so nice," Anthony said. "Do what you want to me." I came around Anthony and sucked on his nipples and nibbled his chest while feeling his hardness arched against my stomach. I worked my way under his arm and licked and chewed the delicately scented armpit, which was overflowing with the same silky soft hair that coated the rest of him. About the only part of Anthony that wasn't covered with fur was what I was being guided down to, and when I knelt before Anthony's prodigious member, I noticed that he had shaved his pendulous scrotum as well as the area around the base of his cock, which made his already impressive package look even larger. "Show me how much you like it," Anthony said as I grabbed his throbbing cock in my fists and took the head into my mouth, sliding up and down the sleek tool. My fists twisted and churned around the shaft while I sucked him, and as I adapted to his size, I took my one hand off and reached around and grabbed his firm ass cheek while my mouth slid further down the shaft. "That's it Timmy," Anthony said as he held the back of my head and gently coaxed it further down him. "Can you take it all?" "No," I gasped as I pulled my mouth off of him for a second. "Want to so bad - but you're way too big." I had taken at least half of his cock, but I knew that I could never take all of him down my throat, even with the sleek shape of his weapon. He knew it too, but I sensed he liked hearing me say it. "Take all of it you can Timmy," Anthony said. "That's it - you're so good. You know where I'm going to stick it in a little while? Your ass." Artist and Model A shiver went down my spine as I looked at what I was sucking, and while the length of it was intimidating enough, the mental image of Anthony sticking all of this massive cock inside me made me shudder. His cock wasn't so wide toward the tip, but it got so thick as it neared the base that I couldn't come close to getting my hand around it. I kept sucking until Anthony pulled me up and over onto the bed, where he positioned me onto all fours, and slid his lubricated finger into my ass again. "Please don't hurt me," I whimpered, and it was only part acting. I felt the tip of Anthony's weapon gently penetrate me, and I moaned as he slipped inside of me a little, and began slowly rocking back and forth. He crouched over me, and the feel of his hairy body made me surge with excitement. "Ooooh - so tight," Anthony moaned above me, as he kept sliding the tip of his cock in and out of me. "Is it all the way in?" I asked, knowing full well it wasn't. "No Timmy, but I want to see you while I fuck you," Anthony whispered from above, and with that he pulled himself out of me and rolled me onto my back. Elevating my back a bit, I watched Anthony oil his cock again before climbing between my opened thighs and slipping the greased crown of his member into me. Anthony began thrusting himself into me with a greater sense of urgency, and kept putting more and more of himself into me with each movement. The incredible thickness of his manhood became more obvious as he began to thrust deeper and deeper, and I whimpered with discomfort each time he drove into me. "So tight - you're so fucking tight," Anthony muttered, the jet black hair on his chest even darker now as it glistened with his sweat, which sprinkled down on me in a gentle spray. Anthony grabbed my dick between his thumb and index finger and was now pulling on it hard, stretching the little stem wildly as he did, and despite the pain I found myself getting hard again. Anthony's balls slapped between my legs loudly, his cock now fully impaling me, filling me up with a painful pleasure that became obvious when my dick erupted in his grasp, spewing my seed all over my stomach and chest. This seemed to inflame Anthony even more, and he was now thrusting into me savagely, all the way down to his balls, and his eyes were glassy and wild looking as I forced myself to keep from crying out for him to stop. "Put your hands behind your head," Anthony said between grunts, and I complied, as the sight of me in this position seemed to excite him greatly. At long last, Anthony groaned, and pulled himself almost all the way out of me, until it seemed only the head was still inside me. I felt his member jerk, and my insides were treated to a warm and soothing blast of cum. Anthony's cock jerked again and again - so many times that I lost count, and it felt so nice as the torrent of cum filled my bowels. When at long last his cock stopped spasming, he slowly slid the entire length of his manhood inside of me one last time, before extricating himself from me in an equally slow fashion. I jumped when his cock popped out of me, and oddly enough I missed the feeling of him inside me, as painful as it had been. "That was beyond great," Anthony said later as he slid beside me. "I hope that you are able to model some more for me. I have many more positions I want to sketch you in." Epilogue. I modeled for Anthony several more times, and while the money I earned came in quite handy, I always felt uneasy about it for obvious reasons. After a while we went our separate ways, but I have fond memories of him that last to this day. There was somebody new on my horizon, and it would bring something very different for me. **** Thank you for reading, and I welcome any comments you may have. Artist and the Fisherman The sun is hot and blazing as she walks along the stream, following it to the wider river. She carries her paints and easel, looking for a cool spot to sit. She spies a glorious big oak tree near the bank of the river; the water looking so inviting; she sets up her tools and her canvas. From here she can see the magnificent mountains beyond the other side of the river. She takes a water bottle out of her knapsack and drinks, the water flowing down her chin onto her neck and chest soaking her light shirt. He watches from the forest, he has seen her come here before to paint. She is beautiful like her paintings. He sits on a rock, setting his fishing rod down on the grass, his attention on her instead of his sport. He watches her drink water from a bottle, watches as it pours down onto her body soaking her shirt. He admires her form, her long curly hair falling out of her cap. She looks out, taking in the scenery and setting her sights on the view she would like to paint. It is so hot, perhaps a swim first to cool off, the river looks inviting, and she is alone. She unbuttons her shirt, slipping it off; the water that spilled from her chin has soaked through to her pink lace bra. Her breasts spill out of the lace cups. She slips her shorts off and stands in her bra and pink lace thong. She sheds the cap, letting her curls fall across her shoulders She wipes her brow, she is so hot. He is mesmerized, watching her; she starts to undress, her shirt off, revealing exquisite firm breasts in a skimpy lace bra,” Ohhhh yessss” a gorgeous site. She slips out of her shorts and stands in her thong and bra, taking off her cap. He is aroused, just watching her undress, he anticipates more. She tiptoes to the edge of the water. She looks around shyly to make sure she is alone and undoes her bra, letting her breasts free to the sun. She takes her thumbs under her thong and slips it down over her legs and off. She loves the feel of the sun on her naked body This girl does not test the water, she dives right in, swimming deep and touching the bottom. She comes out of the waves with a splash, the coolness invading her senses. It is heavenly, her nipples harden with the coolness of the water she is waist deep in. He sees her slip out of her underwear and no dainty girl this one, no testing the water with her toe, watches as she dives in going under and coming up, her breasts bouncing, her nipples hard. He is breathless, this sight before him, he has forgotten all about the fishing he was doing. He moves and sneaks from tree to tree to get a closer look. She swims and dives and enjoys the cooling of the water on her body. She wades out and lays back on the soft grass, letting the sun dry the water from her body. Her hands move over her hard nipples causing her to whimper softly, the feeling it brings, like warm blood flowing to her groin, her other hand moves to her shaven pussy and she opens her legs slightly. She uses her fingers and rubs her slit, opening her girl lips and caressing that soft magic bud. She moans and opens wider; she loses herself in her arousal, feeling her womanhood inside and out. He is close enough now to see everything, she swam and dove and then up onto the grass. Her naked body spread out before him. His breathing is ragged; he feels the arousal in his trousers, his hand running along his erection, he licks his lips. She starts to fondle herself and he rubs his cock as he watches. She is oblivious to his stare. She rubs and fingers her pussy bringing herself closer and closer to an orgasm, all thoughts of her painting gone for this moment of pleasure. She is close but wants to go over the edge She is writhing on the grass, she senses something... she sits up and looks behind her, something moved behind the tree. She does not attempt to move or cover herself; she just waits and watches. Then she sees him. He notices that she has spied him, he comes out of the cover of the trees and walks toward her, no words are spoken, their eyes speak the language. He comes to her and kneels down on the grass beside her, she is not afraid or shaken, and she looks into his dark sexy eyes. He reaches out and touches her hair; her curls and runs his finger down over her lids and eyelashes down to her mouth. She takes his finger in her mouth and sucks lightly,a signal. He bends forward and kisses her softly; she takes his kiss and feels his breath mixed with hers. They are here together, two souls..... she lays back and he watches her, his eyes travelling over her naked body. He takes his shirt off and leans over her, his mouth finding her hard nipple, he sucks it in and nibbles, her back arches as he takes his hands and kneads her firm breasts and suckles her nipples, one and then the other, her body molding against his chest. She reaches for his belt buckle and undoes him. His arousal is evident; his cock hard and red, pushing against her belly as he licks and sucks her nipples. She moans “ohhhhhhhh yesssssssss”, he licks along her chest and up to her neck, kissing her behind her ears and nuzzling her neck. She whimpers “yes ,yes”, she is losing control of her actions wanting him wanting....... He runs his mouth down again to her chest and takes her breasts into his hunger. He trails kisses down her belly and over her bare mound. He takes his hands and spreads her legs apart wide, baring her pussy to the air and to him. He looks at her, she looks at him Wanting, wanting..... he takes his tongue and licks the inside of her thighs, positioning himself so he holds her ass up off the grass with his hands his, face right there in between her legs. He runs his tongue over her slit, she squeals and arches her back pushing her cunt to his mouth, he eats and feasts on her, taking her lips and clit in his mouth, sucking, Nibbling, he ravages her with his tongue. He sucks her clit so hard she screams and she loses touch with any control she had and explodes into his mouth, her creamy juices flowing and he puts two fingers in her pussy and fucks her g spot hard. She sprays and he drinks from her womanhood. She is breathless, she is moaning He finishes undressing and leans over her again, he stares into her eyes and moves between her legs, his strong thighs pushing her tender ones apart. Her soft moans turn to cries of pleasure as he forces his cock into her cunt hard and fast. In, out fucking her, reaching the depths of her body with his cock, he is like steel, moving fast and hard, she screams and her legs wrap around his waist. He moves fast and hard,pumping in and out,her cunt sucking at his cock, drawing him in,tightening against him as he swells and fills her.He feels the tingle.He wants to cum with her.She is writhing, reaching that edge, they stare into each others eyes as they dance the dance. He pounds into her driving her against the grass, she is moaning with every thrust. They feel it; it is there, so close. “More, more, more,yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss, oh god yessssssssssssssssssssss.” He growls as his cock explodes inside her , his seed flowing into her cunt, her juices mix with his and run down her thighs as he falls against her, holding her, kissing her face, her eyes, her nose,her lips. They kiss, they sigh, and they fall side by side, still together skin to skin, as one. The sun begins to fade, the cool breeze against their nakedness; they sleep in each other’s arms……..Two as one.