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……..you’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…..do 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.

How could you…….

I lay in bed and quietly look on you as you sleep. It’s 1:02 am and I’m tossing and turning. I look to the barren floor, searching for him sleeping as he had for over a decade. Hearing that last gasp of breath as the needle emptied in him made our existence even more empty. I cried for weeks, but not on your shoulder. I held you. I caught you. I always do. Not soft kisses, not caresses, not any tenderness from my hands or lips could bring you back. How could you betray me? Why must you castrate me with your words? How can you expect me to not fear your crazy anger?….. Your runaway selfish emotion is like a locomotive without brakes. I’ve stopped listening. The echo of your rants keeps me up at night, angry, staring at the ceiling running from the nightmares. Its sad being forgotten, insignificant. And you wonder why your friends flirt with me…….how they whisper….”You deserve better.”

I remember when we slept entangled, and the touch of our flesh was warm and alive. I remember when my hand slipped between your thighs in the middle of the night, and you needed me, you whimpered and whispered “Oh God….I want you.”……..and still…..I want you…..