The Artist and the Client, Chapter 3

I lay there looking at Bernie. He had made me feel so good and now my cock was flaccid. He kissed the tip and and said, “Now what am I gonna do with you?…….I need you hard.” Reaching out I held his balls in my hand, pulling the loose skin, watching as his cock swayed up and down. I leaned into him and licked the tip. Drops of clear pre-cum were oozing out as I continued licking. Taking the head into my mouth, I heard him moan. Bernie grabbed my head gently and held it as he began thrusting in and out, he was fucking my mouth. I loved being held like that, I felt like a cock whore, I loved how that felt. I felt so naughty.

I felt his balls tightening in my hand as I reached around and held his smooth hairless ass. “Ooooooooooh……yes……I……I……I’mmmmmm…..gonna cum G,” he moaned. A few seconds later he was filling my mouth with cum. It shot to the back of my throat and oozed from my lips. Cum was dripping from down my chin as he stepped back and said, “Maybe I should paint you like this……’re so sexy with cum dripping from your chin like this…….and Oooooooh my!……I think we solved the issue of you being hard.” We both looked down to see my cock once again hard and ready to pose for what would be a very erotic painting.

Bernie turned and went to stand behind his easel. I watched his mature ass, which I had never seen naked before, wiggle and sway in such an arousing way. His ass was hairless like my own, and perfectly round. I wondered what it would be like to lay on top of him and nestle my cock into the smooth cleft, I wondered if he would raise up a bit and seduce me into slipping my cock into his tight man pussy. I also wondered if thats what he wanted from me. Did he want to take my boy pussy, filling me completely? My cock throbbed thing what it would feel like to be connected to Bernie like that. My mind began wandering back to being with Rene, my boyhood friend. I wondered how much of what we did, did Bernie really see.

I was so aroused once again. I loved what Rene and I had done and now Bernie and I had crossed a bridge. I wondered if his wife knew he loved young naked males and what she would do if she knew. I pondered what his conversation would have been if he told her I was posing nude for him, and if she thought it was just another commission, or if it excited or disgusted her. Might they have been in bed when he brought it up and did she ask him if it aroused him? Did it arouse her? She was always very attentive, a bit flirty with me, and I always assumed it was because they never had children and, she would have loved having a son. I wondered, both thoughts arousing me. It was so naughty him cheating on her in this way, and then he and I doing all we did already and her knowing her hubby would be sucking my cock. Would he tell her later in bed? Would he tell her as he fingered her pussy?

My finger went between my legs as I toyed with my tight hole, teasing it and probing. Something was calling me to go deeper as I inserted it to the next knuckle. I wanted more, I wanted to feel something touch my spot, my prostrate, massaging it as my cock flowed cum. I was in that place where I needed, where I wanted that intense pleasure and I needed it now. I looked over at Bernie and he was standing still, with his brush in one hand and his cock in the other. He was again hard and he was stroking himself slowly, taking in my exhibition. I saw his pleasure and wanted to show him more. I threw my head back, arching my back and thrusting my finger deeper into my boy pussy. It felt amazing. I loved being watched. I loved knowing my body and my actions were being consumed by another in such naughty ways and for their pleasure.

My mind wandered back to Rene. I loved his long thin cock. I loved how it would throb in my hand, and how when he was horny he would call and tell me he needed me, NOW! He did that a lot and sometimes would come over dressed in something sexy. I wondered what he would be doing right now if he only knew I was stretched out naked, posing on Bernie’s chaise with a belly full of a horny artist’s cum. The last time I had been with Rene he greeted me wearing a pair of his sister’s panties, garter belt, and stockings. I loved his feminine side, his need to show it and act upon it. I loved how my cock felt when I took him dressed like that girl he so loved being, and how he would whimper.

“So…….Bernie… you do nude paintings often,” I asked, breaking both of us away from our thoughts. “Yes, a fair amount……..I have a group of friends…..who have over time asked for certain special portraits and figure studies…….all commissions of course.” I nodded and hesitated, a bit nervous to ask……… “Does your wife Janet…..know you do these?
“Why do you ask G?” I replied, “Just curious.” Bernie began concentrating on his brush strokes, looking at me, working the canvas and creating the beginnings of was to be a naked young male lying in a very seductive and arousing pose.

Something about this makes me so hot!

I once had a friend who always wore tight white tights or stretch pants. He was well endowed, never wore underwear and loved playing with my mind.These images remind me of him and how his body felt as I caressed his butt and cock….feeling how hard it was, how it throbbed. There was always a delicious little wet spot…..

White Tights

White Tights

White Tights

My Day of Arousal

My hand

My day began like any other day. I got up and went to work. I work form home, so I have a bit of freedom. I checked in on my work computer, did a few things and then went to my desk top computer to check my blog. The was nothing new there, so I checked emails and found a number of replies from some comments I had made on another blog. I love this particular blog as it is so honest and real, filled with emotion and genuine feelings.

A young girl is the blogger, and I am taken by her candid writings and thoughts. I’m compelled to respond and contribute to her blog, as I feel it should be read and kept alive. I also love the passion in her that is boiling just out of reach. I sense a very passionate girl, an extremely horny girl who is trying not to be naughty, and me a naughty daddy, who would love to see her close her eyes, as she leaps into a bit of  darkness.

One of the postings was about how aroused she was. I responded and she plied back. The topic of masturbation became part of the exchange. I could feel my cock swelling as I typed. My cock laid between thighs and as my two hands typed, my thighs squeezed my cock. I was becoming very aroused. I was very hard and felt myself falling into that place where I felt very comfortable.

I began thinking about her masturbating, what she might look like. Would she be naked? Would she be so excited and hungry that she would fall dressed into a chair and throw her legs up over the arms? I liked that scenario. I was dreaming in my own sexual daze that I was sitting across from her, and I was privilege to my own moment watching her as she first pulled her flora printed dress up over her thighs, exposing her lovely wet panties. The wet spot was dark against the rest of the fabric. My mouth watered as I watched. As she ran her fingers over her mound, then pressing into pussy, I could smell her scent fill the room. She whimpered quietly, almost in a whisper.

My cock was engorged and uncomfortable in my jeans, as I undid  the button. I slowly unzipped my pants. I saw her peeking at me as my cock came into view. I heard another whimper as her fingers pressed harder against her clit. Not a word was spoken. Slowly as she watched me, her fingers slipped under the leg opening and her fingers dug deeper. As she leaned back I heard her moan. I had begun stroking my cock; it was beginning to ooze my pre cum. I waited until she glanced at me, and then dipped my finger into my oozing cum and licked it off.  Smiling, she pulled her own hand out of her panties and brought her wet fingers to her mouth. Her tongue lashed out as she then sucked them all the in, her eyes were a glaze as she laid her head back and mummered, “Mmmmmmmm”……..

We stayed in that place, for what seemed like minutes, but with in a few seconds she had her panties off, and had tossed them to me. Landing on my lap, I stared at them. Her scent was intoxicating as I quickly snatched them up, bring the wet gusset to my face. I inhaled. My head was filled with her scent and my cockhead was deep purple, the skin tight and shiny, as I stroked myself with an unbridled passion.

When I came back to my senses, I lowered the heavily scented garment from my face and saw her feverishly rubbing her clitty, digging her fingers into her wet hole. As her hands moved I was treated with small peeks of rosebud. I was taken by it’s beauty, and again I felt my mouth water and cock throb. I had lowered my jeans to around my ankles, and spread them wide so she could see all of me. As I stroked my cock my balls were slapping against my bottom, I only wished my cock was buried in one of her holes, and my balls were slapping against her ass, as I filled her.

Being more Dom, I blush in telling you, I would have crawled across the floor to lick her, to pleasure her. To nuzzle into her completely and taste all of her. I would have relished in her scent and licked her to one orgasm after another, as she directed my tongue to her place of need. As I have said many times before, we all have our vulnerabilities and this one was rubbing against mine. A sexy young lady completely exposed, her pussy open and red from arousal, dripping wet, would make even a unicorn aroused.

As I sat in my office chair and wiped the cum from the end of my cock…..I shivered thinking of how erotic that fantasy became…….Thank you little girl……*sigh*

Oh no…..I’m addicted……..Really…….

Yes, I’m addicted. I’m not a physician or scientist. I’m not a psychologist or psychiatrist, but I know in my heart I’m addicted to sex and masturbation. I should have seen this coming ages ago. Maybe I did and through my own denial I refused to admit it. I refused to call my actions anything but my own right to seek pleasure, in the way I was mentored and taught through the actions of others. I mean if you are told masturbation is normal, a natural thing by a parent, you may always believe it is. In the least when your denial is full blown over a desire or compulsion that you crave and hunger for, you relate back to what you have been taught.

But it is what it is, and reality can not be denied. I recently have read two interesting blogs. For those of us addicted to masturbation it might be interesting for you to read these as well.

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I have seen my work ethic slip over the last months and years. I have been distracted and forgetful, negligent in my duties. Once I get sidelined by an online friend, or find myself browsing the internet for porn, I suddenly realize it has been too many hours since I did what I was supposed to do. I have had days or a week where I have not had a computer in front of me and I have been extremely productive, and then I have days that were a complete waste. I knew when I was not in front of my home computer, and I was not free to perv the internet, I was happier and content, smarter and energetic. But like any addiction, it pulls you to the source of pain and false comfort by an orgasm.


I love to masturbate.

I remember first discovering those delicious feelings even before I related it to anything sexual. It simply felt good. I was compelled to press my groin against the floor, feeling how amazing it was. I would do it constantly. Then one night in bed I discovered my penis was hard and it felt even better touching it without pants on. It never was a chore after that to get me to go to bed, I was eager and restless until I had some moments to touch myself. There was always a point the feelings got so incredible I would trembled. I felt exhausted afterward and usually fell right to sleep.

By now I was snooping in my fathers things. He had boxes  in our basement. My first discoveries were his old National Geographic magazines. The African natives;  bare breasted females with large dark brown nipples were a favorite. I would be so aroused. Then I discovered the art work and illustrations of the ancient world. The Greek and Roman slave auctions where the female slaves were being bought and sold, stripped naked and bound in chains excited me. What really excited me was the hairy growths of pubic hair I saw. I remember clearly one illustration of what was most probably an Arab girl collared and chained, naked with a mass of curls covering her mound. I stroked my penis many times looking at her.

Then puberty hit. Those first pubic hairs that began to grow confused and surprised me me. I was in the locker room at our public pool when an older man commented that I was showing signs of becoming a man. I must have looked at him as if I was questioning his statement. He then whispered I had a few lone hairs down there and then pulled his trunks down showing me his full growth of dark pubic hair. I was memorized by the sight, frozen in place, gazing at his cock and pubic hair. He stood there for what seemed like forever with his swim suit pulled down. I watched as I saw his penis harden and begin to rise. A family entered the locker room and he pulled up his trunks and winked at me, putting his finger to his lips, making the “shhhhhh”……sound. I knew I was not to ever tell a zsoul what had happened. I never said a thing, but I did stroke my cock to the vision of his hard cock. I wondered what it felt like. Secretly I wondered what it would taste like too. I came every time I thought of him taking my head and pulling me to it.

I hated the way I looked. Although I had now an seen older male and wished I had a full growth of hair around my penis, I did like the sparse hairs on my body. I shaved the few hairs I had. It felt so smooth, and added to my desire to touch and caress myself. It was odd how I felt and reacted. I loved seeing full bushes of pubic hair on both mature men and women, but those few hairs I had discussed me. I kept shaving it off. But know I was on a mission to see more. Every time my father took a bath I would sit with him and talk, and look. He seemed to like those moments and I loved them. Once when I walked in his penis was hard, it was sticking above the soapy bubbles and water, the head was a deep purple and shiny. I knew he was masturbating, although he stopped when I walked in. He was quiet and then said….”You touch yourself too I assume……It’s normal.” That was all that was said.

My father was a photographer before he married mom. I had found many images of women who had been photographed naked in the boxes in the basement. It was regular masturbation material for my daily cock stroking sessions. I never judged him, I never thought he was cheating on my mother. I always believed that this is what men did.

Then…….I’m home alone and I see my dad’s leather bag sitting on the stairs to the basement. I had to peek. He always had it in his car and now it’s within my grasp. I opened it and looked inside and found a treasure trove of porn. Not magazines, but real pictures of women. Hairy pussies, older women, many were Polaroids. I was in heaven. I sat there with my pants open, stoking my cock. I came more than once that afternoon.

So began my long journey into pornography and masturbation. It was the gateway to pleasure, and opened my eyes to so many possibilities.

More to cum……