As a fifty five year old bisexual artist with some notice I had spent a lifetime painted naked females and cheating on my wife all of my wives. A painting recently sold for one hundred seven thousand dollars the most I had ever received for one. It's not like I needed the money which got me thinking.
As a struggling artist I remember my art hanging in a restaurant and and freaking when one sold for one hundred dollars. So I place and ad in the campus news paper. Struggling Artist only a chance to earn money posing. It was for any student currently in an art degree program that will pose nude for money. I had forty-five applicants with pictures. I conducted ten interviews and came up with these two.
Mark and Jim art both in the digital art program, Sophomores, and straight, Jim is in a relationship for six months. Both were under the impression they would be posing alone but have agreed to pose nude with the other in gay romantic series of pictures.
Both seem rather desperate for cash, despite several of their educators harping on the possible result of being in one of my paintings. Day one in my studio when I discuses and work on body positions. They show up and get the big picture the second I say strip down to your underwear. A conversation about touching everyone, and everyone touching and adjusting body parts and the importance of it being a comfortable and natural position. I personally need to learn every detail about their bodies so I see them in my head without looking at them.
Three days in we a few positions in mind and possible furniture, I need to see them naked and in place. After three days after classes sessions and for two hours each day. It was Saturday 9 am and I had them both for six hours. I had a good idea what their dicks looked like after three days in underwear. For the two straight men in the room the guy that didn't use his was bigger, and the guy getting some on most nights average. They felt a need to discuss it. Twenty minutes later I found myself making a promise to make them both the same size in the painting on the conduction they fondle each other for a minute to get over
their straight selves and curiosity. Mark said stop after a minute it was turning him on. Which I think Jim took as a compliment. For the rest of the day touching and adjusting wasn't an issue. With numerous position changes and adjustments the two guys held each other naked for almost four hours.
I take pictures of every setup to look at lighting and how it rests on their bodies, if it distorts the body part. I am in the studio when Mark calls he is having second thoughts. The deal is once I start painting they can't quit. So, if he was going to drop out now was the time to do it.
I suggest he join me for a glass of wine to discuss it and he comes right over. Sweatpants and a sleeveless t-shirt straight from the gym. A digital art student he got lost in the pictures I had out of the two of them naked and starts to get turned on. His sweatpants making it obvious look he says grabbing his junk it is making me gay.
I suggest he stop looking at them then. I explained I did not have sex with a female until I was twenty-two. Until then I was gay and sucking dicks every chance I could. Then I met the right girl and I was not gay anymore. My studio is full of half done paintings of naked females. I point out there is a gallery of naked females all over the walls. Yet he is focused on the naked boy in the room. I suggested he was afraid of having sex with guys or girls so he does nothing. Now he is even afraid of the possibility getting turn on by a man.
It was after he started his second glass of wine he said he was jerking off three times a day to avoid getting turn on and that wasn't working. I explain that is a temporary solution to being horny, and he needs to get laid meaning involuntary organum due to stimulation by another person. I suggest he use the money I am paying him and pay some chick to blow him. He tells me he tried that once and the girl remind him of his friends little sister and he couldn't go through with it. Then saying maybe he is gay.
I point to the almost empty bottle of wine, and say I will give you three hundred dollars if you get naked and let me give you your first blow job. He smiles. Now your just fucking with me. That's the cost of my books next semester. Dead silence. Will it make me gay?
I'm not that good, but it might help you make your mind or open it up the possibilities.
What do I have to do?
Fill up your wine glass and get naked.
I just left the gym I shouldn't do this.
It's fine grab my wallet with the bottle.
He gets naked and sits back in a chair as I get in between his legs, and start to play. A twenty-year-old's first blow job the kid had zero clue. No clue that his dick could get that big, and that hard, the difference of someone else hand, and making the designs of what comes next. It's been ten years or more since I had do this, I was slightly freaked out we were as doing this. I truly thought it would help the process, and the excuse I use for every muse. I get him to la la land, he legs spread, head back, mouth open, eye closed and waiting to blow. I slip my false teeth into my pocket and deep throat his dick and by the seventh stroke down he flooded my throat. To the point of holding my head in place until he was finished. He finally starts to calm down giving me a better chance to breathe. When I finally sat up he was crying his eyes out. Bawling like a baby with a smile on his face. I turn to stand slipping my teeth back in. I go back to my chair and ask... Are you feeling better? and handed him a box of tissues.
It took two minutes for him to compose himself. He said he felt so stupid that he waited so long to do that and do they all feel that good. Then apologized for holding my head down like that he did realize he was doing that. He kept saying thank you. I telling it has been a long time since I did that and I would like to make him an offer. I could used some practice, and I would agree to do that once a day if he stays with the project. He can come in early or stay late. He says Yes, right way we have to do that again. He leaves, I go to bed and have the best gay dream.
Sundays and Wednesday we did not work. The guys have to have sometime to themselves. Mark called in the afternoon to once again say thank you and ask if we could do it again tomorrow he is done with class at 1:30 on Monday's Jim is not due until 3 PM. I said great I was looking forward to it. He got there at 2 pm got naked and sat in the chair by 2:15. He was getting off by 2:20 and thrilled to be alive. I slip my dentures back in and he says. I love you for doing this. You have no idea how much this has changed my perspective on things. I see a hot guy or hot girl I make eye contact. I would avoid doing that yesterday.
I am still there in between his legs and playing with his still semi hard dick. When he see me adjust mine. He asks do you jerk off when doing this. I said, no at least not yet and he goes off that's not fair. With a huge smile on his face we should do it again, so you can get off.
I check the time and go for it. Less than five minutes later he got off a second time and I left a puddle on the floor. The door opens and Jim is twenty minutes early and there is jizz every where. We rush to clean up, and he gets naked and sits on the love seat I am sitting on and asked Can I have one of those?
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