The Artist and the Client, Chapter Two

Laying on the Couch

Bernie took me by the arm and gently directed me to the chaise, “Here….sit here and put your leg on the cushion….stretched out flat……leave your other foot on the floor…..your thigh relaxed…..lean it to the right…. legs spread a little…..more…..that way I can see your gorgeous cock…..Mmmmmm…..G…..Oh my God!” I looked up at him and his cock was so close to me. It was as if he was purposely standing so close his cock head was inches from my lips. There was pre cum oozing from the head as I heard him sigh, almost begging for attention from me. I knew he wanted my lips kissing the head and licking his clear cum. My mouth watered in anticipation as I leaned forward and softly kissed the tip. A thread of his cum glazed my lips, as I pulled away and heard him sigh again, this time out of frustration.

I wanted to be there, to pose for Bernie, lay naked, allowing him a look at my cock and feel his eyes wash over me. I loved knowing that his cock was hard because of me. But all of a sudden, all I wanted was Bernie to lay on top of me with his hard mature cock pressing and humping against my young cock. I wanted to feel like I was being taken. I needed to be taken advantage of, to be used. I wanted to see him hungry and out of control. Some might say passionate, but I wanted to see and feel his desperate need to be with me. I wanted to be his young lover, who made his cock drip cum at the sight of me naked, and how he might use my smooth body for his pleasure.

I knew if I paid him a little bit more attention he would forget about his brushes and paints and the canvas. Bernie looked down at me with his clear cum hanging from my lips and chin, as I passed my tongue over them, and licked. “You’re teasing me aren’t you……you’re seducing me……you’re making me crazy,” he desperately said in a raspy whisper. I grinned at him as I reached out and ran my fingers up his thigh just touching his balls. I felt him shiver and his cock twitch. I softly held them, pulling him closer as I took him in my mouth. He tasted so good. I loved the way his cock pulsed and his balls moved in my hand. “Lay on me……press your hard cock into me…..rub it against mine…I want to feel your cock against me…..I wanna be wet with your cum” I whispered.

Bernie sat between my legs with my thighs over his. He moved forward and gripped my cock with his, and stroked them together, side by side. Our oozing cocks were wet and it felt amazing. I had done this before with a buddy, it was addictive.

“I’ve watched you…you know…..with that neighbor ……I’ve seen you two together,” he suddenly said. I looked at him surprised as my mind began reeling with who else has seen us playing. My friend and I had been touching and stroking our cocks together for a long time, I didn’t even remember the first time. But recently it had become more. We used to wait until it got dark, and we’d go in one of our garages, or behind them, and open our zippers and show each other our cocks. We would stroke them, getting a thrill from the exposing them to each other. And then one day his mom caught us. She was upset. We decided we needed to hide better and find a place where we could be alone. As young males, we naturally loved to explore and play in the woods, throw rocks in a lake, or maybe skinny dip. It was one of those times. The summer heat was horrible, and in even only my denim blue jean cut offs I was sweltering. I told him I was going to go skinny dipping after we had ran through the woods, and he might like to join me. I let my shorts fall to my ankles as he watched. I remember how in the bright sun of day, under that shady tree in the soft grass, I stood naked. He was silent as he looked at me. His hand had moved to the front of his pants and he was squeezing his cock. The warm balmy breeze blew against me and I felt like a naked nymph in the woods. I remember how impatient I was, and how I dropped to my knees and began undoing his pants. My cock was throbbing. I was so hungry and desperate to see his cock again. It had been sometime since we had been completely naked with each other, and I could feel my heart pounding as I finally put my thumbs under the waist band of his white briefs, and pulled them to his ankles. I simply gazed at his cock standing straight, and twitching with excitement.

“I saw you in the woods…..by the lake…..I was painting the back drop to another picture I was commissioned to paint…….I was at the top of the hill that hides the lake from the road…..I saw you swimming naked.” I bit my lip. “What else did you see?” I asked, feeling a blush warm my face. “I saw a lot G……I don’t think it was your first time down there with him…..he got naked first and fell to his knees at your feet…..his cock was hard as his shorts fell…..yours was hard too…and he was sucking you…taking it deep down his throat.” It seemed no mater where he and I went we were being found and watched.

Bernie was squeezing my cock and holding my balls, pulling on my tight little scrotum skin, occasionally teasing my puckered little rear hole with his finger. “Oooooooh……Bernie that feels amazing…..so good…..so fucking good,” I gasped
I wanted to cum so bad, I was so close. Bernie just looked at me and said, “You two…..are so smooth…..do you have any idea of what that does to a man who…………” There was a long pause as he stroked my cock slowly. “what Bernie?” I ask. “What……any idea of….what?” Another long pause. I almost forgot his words as I felt his finger probe deeply into my tight little hole. My cock throbbed in his hand as my boy hole clenched around his finger. “Do you know that I like young males……18 year old naked young boys…….young boys that want to be……..” Bernie struggled with the words. He was nervous and excited, his cock pushing against mine. I felt his anguish and embarrassment, but I also recognized his desire and hunger too. While he loved me because I was young male, I loved him because he was a mature male. I loved being that lover who would be in his mind, taken, yet I knew I was as much responsible by seducing him. “I know Bernie……I know what…..” He cut me off telling me, “So you know……do you know what it’s like to be married to a lovely lady and then……seeing a male like you naked……so smooth…..almost not a hair on your body…..looking so incredibly innocent…..but having seen you sucking your friends cock and…….” He stopped again. “What Bernie….what else did you see?” I asked. He dropped his head for a moment as he took my cock head in his mouth. I ached my back, forcing my hard cock into his throat……he sucked hard and took it all. I felt the tightness in my belly as my cock head swelled even more. My balls tightened and my anus clenched around his finger as it plunged in and out of me. I came so hard and Bernie swallowed every drop, as he licked and kissed my cock head. He looked up at me with cum on his lips, smiling as if he was a the cat that swallowed the mouse. “I love your cock…. G.”

20 thoughts on “The Artist and the Client, Chapter Two

  1. Wow your posts are unbelievably erotic bro.
    I was thinking how I could compliment you, and then it came to me. My scrotum tightened and my 13 inch cock sprayed wave after wave of cum. As good an orgasm as I can remember bro. Right up there with the circle jerks I used to enjoy in the school showers!

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