Artists Holiday

By dante umbero

Published on Oct 16, 2003

Gay

WARNING this story contains graphic descriptions of hot man 2 man sex. If you are offended or too young to read it go away. Otherwise enjoy. This story is based on real characters and real events. While creative license has been used to enhance the tale, and obviously the names have been changed, the general storyline is factual. Ciao Dante-

The studio looked deserted with all the tables and easels cleaned off. The bright California light streamed into the space making the maple floors glow. I casually walked around looking at this and that at a loss for what to do. After 20 years of non-stop work here was my work space silent and clean. A new chapter I hoped.

I should explain, I suppose. My name is David and I'm an artist. I think the last time I bothered to read a review of one of my shows the writer had actually prefaced that with "world renown" I don't know about that, but I do sell a lot of work in other countries, especially Southeast Asia and the Middle East. I have been working, as I said earlier, for 20 years. Now my definition of work may differ from others. I'm not talking about 9 to 5 Monday through Friday. I worked 6 days a week 12 hours a day, painting and the seventh day I was really gathering reference images and drawing ideas. I do mostly watercolors but quit a bit of oil also. I'm what you would call a professional artist, I paint but I also design graphics for large corporations. My best design thus far was a new paint scheme for the world's largest airline. All those swirling red, white and blue lines were my idea. I have for many years now, designed the labels for one of our local Sonoma wineries. They look like little watercolors because that's what each of them were originally. That's where some of my income comes from, however my "work" is displayed in galleries from LA to New York, Kuala-Lumpur to Tokyo and it isn't cheap. My current average price, according to Dale my business manager, is just under $6,000.00 that's a long way from the $10.00 ones I sold when I first got out of school. It has, however allowed me to move from the rented one room apartment with co-op studio space in Nob Hill to owning this marvelous studio/loft in South Park.

I thought my life was well ordered, and it was, work and more work. I love to create and I'm good at it. The studio and business was making loads of money, my painting workshops were sold out every spring and the videos were flying off of the Barnes & Noble selves. I had portrait commissions streaming in from all over the world so where did the energy all go? Well one morning shortly after my 42nd birthday, which I celebrated alone at an easel working on an important portrait, I woke up in the bedroom alone and realized I was no longer young. What's more I would never be young again. I had turned into one of those "trolls" I and my college friends had made fun of. Then it dawned on me that I was sleeping in a very expensive loft bedroom in San Francisco and I had never shared it with a lover. To make it simple, mid-life had come knocking and I was ready to make a change.

That was just over 2 months ago. That very morning I had talked to Dale about taking a long break. He was stunned. "A break?" He paused "You?" He chuckled thinking I was joking.

"Yes, dammit. I've worked non-stop for years, Dale and I need a break. My work is stale and I need new eyes. I'm going to take a break and find them." I said firmly. "I don't know where I'm going to go, but I'm leaving town for an extended vacation. I assume I have the fiscal means to make this happen?" I looked at Dale.

He stared at me realization dawning on him I wasn't joking and said, "Sure, Dave, I think so, but we'll need to set down with Clark and talk about it." He busily flipped his cell phone open and rung up Clark, my agent. He talked briefly to him as I continued to paint. He stuck the phone into his left armpit and said, "Clark can come over this afternoon, he said he'll bring lunch with him. OK with you?"

"Tell him, I want pastrami on RYE this time not wheat and I'll open a bottle of very good red. We are celebrating after all." I laughed.

He turned his back to me and murmured something into the phone and rang off. Clearly he thought I was loosing it.

Clark and Dale had been in school with me. They had majored in business, obviously, while I had partied through Art. I say party, but I was near top of my class and had had my own show in a downtown gallery by graduation. They had both wandered around the banking industry but were ready for a change when my career took off and I was advised by a very old artist friend to hire myself some good business people to take care of the money. Dale had taken over the investment part while Clark started pounding the pavement drumming up work for me and dealing with galleries and exhibitions and show committees. They were life partners and, I felt, fairly honest; from the look of the business reports I received every Friday. I felt comfortable with them and they with me. While we aren't quit friends we are certainly closer than business partners. I am not their only client either. Through their work with me they have developed a stable of artists that they performed the same jobs for handling the business so the Artist can create.

At lunch that day, Clark had told me that I had enough inventory of work in storage to cover cash flow for a couple months anyway. Also if I didn't mind dipping into some capital I could probably go for quit awhile as long as I wasn't talking first class accommodations and five star restaurants. Then he wanted to know about work in progress.

"You have the Daugherty commission, that portrait is due next month. Then you have the label due for proofing with the boys over in Sonoma for next years vintage." He continued listing all the work currently underway or under contract. Summing up he said, "So Dave, looks like you have a couple months of work to finish up. I will alert your galleries that new work might be some time in coming, "He laughed," You realize your prices will probably go up. Are you planning on working at all while you are away?"

I came back to earth, "Yeah I'll be taking a field box and a small kit of supplies. If I find new inspiration I'll have you send me some stuff. I'll ship the work back to your office. I should warn you though; I will not be working like I do here. I plan on a long rest." They left shortly there after and my life changed almost immediately. I found that with the new plans the work left to do finished easily and I felt was some of my best. The clients thought so also.

Clark had said, "Dave the Sonoma boys think that label is the best yet, and the Daugherty's love the portrait. I received feelers from Xcom to design a scheme for their newest line of snowboards. Are you sure you want to take that break?"

I laughed and said, "Yeah I'm sure, but if the offer comes through send me the specs and I'll work on it. I won't be gone forever, just a few months."

A month ago I had called a conference with all my people. Clark and Dale were there of course; but so were Izmey, fellow Artist and my best friend from the co-op days, and my lawyer Bill. Everyone had been asking where I was going as soon as they knew I was going somewhere so I called them together to fill them all in.

I started the meeting and went right to the heart of it, "I know you have all been curious as to my plans so I thought I would get you all together to let you know. My first stop will be back east. I've been invited to stay in the guest house of an old friend and her husband in Kentucky. I've always loved horses and the landscapes on their farm are magnificent. After that I plan on flying to London and then wandering around Europe. I've never been so it ought to give me a chance to see some great art and recharge. I have a return ticket from Venice this fall so I should be back by September 29th."

Bill, ever the Lawyer spoke up, "Dave are you planning on checking in with some of us while you're away?"

I smiled at Bill, I never realized how cute he is, "Of course, Bill I will call one of you each and every week. I will be taking my cell phone with me which will work in Europe. Hopefully I'll get some en plein aire done while there. Look guys, remember this is a vacation. The purpose is to be out of touch."

Clark cleared his throat and said, "How about contacts in Europe, it might be good to meet and greet the gallery owners we have courted over there. Want me to set something up?"

I thought for a minute, "Ok, Clark, but just a few. Let me see a proposal by the end of the week. I want to rest in Europe not talk shop with galleries." I thought another moment and said, "Izmey, I've talked with the Art Institute and they have proposed two artists to sublet my studio while I'm gone. We are to meet them tomorrow at one o'clock to show them where things are. I trust you can keep an eye on them while I'm gone. I stressed that I didn't want my studio turned into party central." She laughed and agreed.

So here I am, bags packed at the door waiting for the cab to take me to the airport, the studio looking forlorn without my usual clutter going on. The two students won't move in until Monday and I already felt better.

The flight to Louisville was uneventful, Ingrid, the friend whose hospitality I would be abusing, picked me up in her Infiniti and the drive out in the country was restful and passed quickly as we caught up. I had met Ingrid at school; she had studied art at the insistence of her mother and had managed to land C.V., her wealthy husband, while there. The marriage was much of a success they have 3 kids and own a hundred acres of Kentucky bluegrass that they raise thoroughbreds on. I had attended a Derby party there once years ago but hadn't been back since. Ingrid had actually called me after I had decided on the break and offered her guest house when she learned of my impending break.

"Darling, it's never used. C.V. likes to put people up in town at a hotel where we can take them out. It will be wonderful to have you here for a while. You shouldn't be bothered, but if you get lonely you can join us for dinner. Also I have a small party planned while you're here so you can repay me by showing up and letting me show you off to our friends."

So it had been settled. As we drove up the drive lined with Oaks toward the brick main house I noticed a pair of men mending the miles of rail fence. They were shirtless in the hot afternoon, they were both twenty something's. Ingrid, noticing my interest, said, "That's Joel and Carlo, our hired hands. They help with the farm work."

"I assume that Carlo is the dark one?" I said, noticing the olive complexion and dark hair of one as opposed to the fair hair of the other.

"They certainly improve the view when they get sweaty." She giggled. The car veered away from the main drive and around some large shrubbery and then down into a hollow near a small brook. The small grey stone cottage was nestled against the brook with decorative vines climbing the chimney. She parked the car and unlatched the trunk. I got out and started unloading the trunk of my bags and shipping box that contained my paints.

The fair young man from the fence came down the drive and said, "Sir, I'll get those for you!"

I looked at Joel more closely. He was about six feet and was broad of chest and narrow of waist. His chest and stomach were covered with a light blond fur. He wasn't really buff, but more of a naturally fit young man. He was wearing loose fitting worn jeans that were nearly white and he had work boots on. He came up to the pile of luggage and started picking it up.

Ingrid said, "Come on Dave I need to get you settled then I need to get back up to the house. We will have dinner at seven. We parked the old car in the garage there, you can use it anytime you'd like." I followed her into the low main room. The paneling was dark, the ceiling agreeably beamed and the petit fireplace would make the room cozy in the evening. She led me through to the bedroom which was down the hall from the living room and across from the bath. I dropped my carryon bag and was turning to go back out to the main room when Joel entered with the rest of my stuff.

"I'll just drop this here, sir, if that's ok?" He said. I met his eyes and nodded; he turned a delightful shade of pink and put the bags down. Yes he did improve the view. I watched as he went out of the room, down the hall and out the door glancing back at me as he left.

Perhaps here would be a good place to describe myself.

I'm about 6' 6" tall and relatively thin. I've never been bulky and as I get older I have luckily not gained a lot of weight. I don't work out but I also walk everywhere in the city, and all those hills have kept me reasonably in shape. I have dark brown hair that I keep buzzed short and have grey/green eyes behind glasses that are reminiscent of John Lennon. In short I'm no hunk but not bad either.

Ingrid called from the kitchen, "If you're done embarrassing the help, I'll show you the kitchen." She laughed. The kitchen was smart and serviceable, "I had the other bedroom cleared and tables setup for you to work in if you care to. I insist on first option on any work you complete here! Remember dinner is at seven, just follow the walk across the drive and come on in." She said as the front door closed behind her.

The silence settled in. I opened the fridge, got out a diet Pepsi and wandered into the impromptu studio. I noted it would have the best light in the afternoons which would be good for me. I freshened up and unpacked. Then went out the front door and found the path and started up to the main house. The walkway wound around the hollow and through the old trees. At the top of the rise it went around one of the horse barns and as I turned the corner, I ran into Joel and Carlo. They were washing up with water from a spigot at the side of the barn. Joel turned and looked at me; his wavy blond hair was plastered down to his scalp and chest. The waistband of his jeans was wet. I smiled and nodded and he turned pink again. My gaydar was going BEEEEEEEEEP! But I ignored it as he was half my age.

Dinner was delightful, C.V. was intelligent and articulate. He had the enviable gift of making you feel like he was only interested in what you had to say, a useful gift for a horse trader, albeit very expensive horses. Their kids were also well mannered but fun. The two girls were 14 and 12. The boy was 8 and already showed the same conversational gift of his obviously proud father. The Sonoma wine I had shipped in advance of my visit flowed with the meal and after, C.V. insisted I hang out with him in his office and taste some of his private blend of bourbon. The bourbon was potent but smooth as silk. We talked about many things, our mutual love of Ingrid and his love of horses. He clearly cared for his wife and loved his horses. I was beginning to get an idea for a painting, it often happened like that something just triggers the muse and an idea comes. I was excited that I could repay this couples kindness toward me with a gift easily within my grasp.

Two bourbons latter I was very tipsy and excused myself deciding the walk back to the guest house would be just what I needed to clear my head. I carefully walked out of the door and wandered around the side of the house until I stumbled onto a paved pathway. I followed it but soon realized I wasn't on the same one I had come up from the guesthouse on. The path turned around a tree and there was a small building nestled up against the horse barn I could see lights on. I realized I was merely on the other side of the barn and if I went through the barn I should emerge on the path on the other side. Glad that I was sober enough to figure all this out I quietly went into the main alley of the barn. I stopped and could hear the horses around me the warm odor of horses and hay surrounded me reminding me of my childhood on my grandparent's farm. They were nervous of my scent and I could hear them blowing and stomping in their stalls. I walked toward the lighter gray of the other doorway and was brought up short by one of the barn posts. I brushed against it and knocked something that was hanging on it off which fell onto a metal stool that was at the base of the column. The resulting clatter and neighing of horses soon caused a stir in the lighted building I had passed. I was searching for the door when the lights suddenly came on. Momentarily blinded I covered my eyes then slowly opened them. Joel was standing in the doorway. He was barefoot and wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. He looked angry until he realized it was me. He said, "Oh, what are doing in here, sir, you should have turned on a light."

I said, "Sorry, I got lost coming out of the house and thought I was on the path down to the guesthouse. I realized if I cut through here the right path should be on the other side," clearly I had had too much to drink as my words sounded slurred to me. "I knocked this off." I bent over and picked up the curry comb and hung it back up on the post.

Joel padded across the alley toward me and led me through to the other side. "There's the walk, sir, if you turn left and follow that it will take you back down there." He was standing close to me almost touching me; he was beautiful in his dishabille. The boxers were tight across his bubble butt and he had a small patch of the same buff colored hair at the small of his back. He must have smelled the bourbon because he touched my upper arm and said, "Come on, I'll walk you back down to the guesthouse."

Feeling absolutely mortified that this kid should think I was too drunk to walk I pulled my arm out of his grasp and said with as much dignity as I could muster, "I think I'll manage, thanks."

He turned bright pink again and said, "I didn't mean to make you mad, I just thought you might need someone to keep you from getting lost again." He went to turn away.

"Joel, I'm sorry. I guess maybe I have had too much to drink. Your boss has some delightful bourbon, but I'm afraid I was never much of a drinker. Now you know why. Please forgive my rudeness just now." I said turning red myself and feeling a delightful warm rush that originated somewhere near my navel.

"No problem, sir. I understand. Lets go, it's this way." Joel said smiling. He turned the lights in the barn off and we were plunged into pitch darkness. I walked into the paler light outside and soon found the pathway.

I heard Joel's bare feet on the pavement and said, "You want to go get some shoes and clothes?"

"No, I have to come out here pretty often at night. We have stray dogs around and they get into the barn and stir up the horses. I have to come out and run them off. The boss won't let us shoot them, he's afraid we might hit one of the horses. Can't think why we would mistake a dog for something as big as a horse." He said and laughed.

I chuckled also, my eyes were becoming adjusted to the darkness I could make out his shape just ahead of me slightly and the white of his boxers was clear. I followed them as he headed on down the path. As we were approaching the guesthouse I caught my toe on an uneven section of walk and stumbled forward and would have fallen as it was I pitched forward into Joel. I felt the hard muscles under the soft flesh as I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself. He turned toward me and helped me right myself.

I laughed and then said forlornly, "Well Joel I clearly should have refused your employer's last drink. I guess I can make it from here we are right at the door." The light from the guesthouse illuminated Joel. I couldn't help but let my eyes run over him. He was simply the most beautiful thing I had seen in a while. He blushed under my gaze, but smiled at me. "You are beautiful, Joel, do you realize that? Have you ever had another man tell you that?" I was clearly too drunk to care at this point.

Joel, now very red faced said, "No, sir, I haven't"

"I'm sorry, I've embarrassed you again. I should explain. I'm an artist, in case you didn't know, I paint portraits among other things." I reached out and touched his cheek. Ever so slightly I felt his head move as he rubbed his cheek against my fingers making the stubble grate against my fingertips. My dick responded accordingly. "I think I should go in and make myself some coffee, now, before I say something I might regret. Come back anytime Joel and I will try and repay the kindness you've shown me this evening." I said as I opened the door.

"Thanks, Sir." Joel said from the darkness.

"Whatever for?" I said perplexed.

"For the compliment." He said from further up the path. I stood at the door and watched as the white of his boxers disappeared into the darkness.

The next morning I slept late, thanks to the bourbon and jet lag. The sun was bright in the bedroom when I heard the knock at the door. I stumbled into the main room and opened the door a crack. There stood Joel in jeans and a t-shirt. He was holding a small tray that I could see was breakfast. "The Missus from up at the house asked me to bring this down, said you wouldn't have had time to get anything to eat yet. She said there is stuff to make coffee in the kitchen." He said.

I opened the door hiding behind it and said, "Come on in Joel, I'm afraid I haven't dressed yet." I led him into the kitchen and then excused myself and went to the bedroom and pulled on jeans over the boxers I was wearing. When I returned he had made coffee.

"I made a pot of coffee, sir." He said, looking embarrassed.

"Thanks, Joel, you didn't have to do that, by the way could you call me David? Sir makes me want to look around for my dad." I laughed. "You had breakfast?"

I said.

"Oh yeah, me and Carlo have been up for hours, it's nearly lunch now." He said and laughed. "I was mowing the yard when she asked me to bring this down."

He cleared his throat and said, "About last night, David..."

I held up a hand and said, "Joel, let me apologize again, I had had way too much to drink. Please forgive me." I said, feeling my face flush.

"No, I just wanted you to know.....nevermind." He said turning pink again.

"Would you like a cup of coffee or a soda?" I said pouring myself a much needed cup.

"Sure I'd like a coke, but I shouldn't be here very long, the boss wouldn't like me hanging out down here when I got work to do." Joel said sitting down at the table.

I poured the soda in a glass of ice and sat it down in front of him while I sat down with the coffee and tray of croissants. Helping myself I said, "So Joel tell me about yourself, how did you come to work for C.V.?"

"I graduated from high school a few years ago but I didn't have the money for college. The boss told me if I would work around the farm in the summer, I'd get room and board so I could save most of my salary, then in the fall and winter I could stay out here and go to school and work part-time. I've been out here since. I'm doing the pre-vet program, I'd like to go to vet school someday." He said animatedly. He paused to sip his soda and said, "So, David, do you sell paintings?

I nodded and said, "Yes, I sell quit a few. I've been painting since I graduated from school. I have a studio in San Francisco but I needed a break and Ingrid, your bosses wife, and I were at school together and she offered this place for me to stay for a while."

"Are you going to paint while you are here?" He said in awe.

"Well I think so, in fact I got a great idea for a painting last night while talking to C.V. and I think you could help me. Do you know which horse is his favorite?" I said.

Joel thought a moment and said, "I'd say Ingrid's Suede, he always asks about her and told me once she was the horse that he first sold yearlings from. Are you going to paint a picture of her?"

I smiled and said, "I think so, do you think this evening when you get finished up with your day you could take me to see her?"

"Sure, Sir, I mean David. I'll come by about six o'clock. She is out in the back paddock right now." He said.

"Good then, I'll see you at six, by the way how far is it into the city?" I asked.

"About 10 miles, go out the drive and turn right. That will take you right into Lexington. I better get back to work." He said turning pink and ducking his head as he left.

After my shower and the usual morning ritual I went out to the garage and found the keys to the old Mercedes in the ignition. I hadn't driven in a long time, there was never any need in the city. So I carefully pulled into the stream of traffic headed for the city. I wandered around all day gathering up what I would need. I picked up some groceries and several stretched canvases and the volatiles I couldn't take on the plane like Turpenoid, mineral spirits and copal medium. I also ate lunch out at a small restaurant near the mall, discovering that the small city was bustling and reasonably cosmopolitan for a small southern town. I pulled back into the garage thankful that I wouldn't need to drive again for a while.

I unloaded and was putting the ground color on one of the stretched canvas in the studio when I heard a tentative knock at the door. "Come in!" I yelled from the studio. I heard heavy steps in the main room, "I'm in here." I said. Joel appeared at the door looking around at the confusion that was my typical workspace.

"Doesn't look like much yet, but give me time." I said laughing at his doubtful expression. He walked up behind me.

I should say here that I detest people looking over my shoulder while I work, but I got that warm rush in my gut again and relaxed. "This is called a ground coat.

This grey green color will warm up the stark white of the canvas under the upper layers of paint. The technical name for it is imprimatura, that which comes first." I said in a conversational way. I could feel him just behind me, if I were to lean back slightly I would touch him. I could feel my ears warming up with a blush. I could not believe this kid affected me this way. I hadn't been this entranced by another man in years. I felt a light touch on my cheek as his finger brushed it. I stopped and turned to him, he held up the finger and I saw the ground coat color on his fingertip.

"You normally wear your paintings?" He said with a smile that quickly disappeared as he looked into my eyes and saw the fire I felt there. We were just inches apart. I stared into his eyes and slowly leaned forward, our lips brushed just slightly and then I pulled away. Joel stood there bright red of face then he suddenly turned away.

"Joel, I'm sorry!" I quickly said, "I don't know what came over me."

"Come on, if you want to see that horse. " He said as he brushed past me.

I followed him out the front door and we walked in silence down the lane and turned between rail fences and walked to the backside of the farm. About 15 minutes latter we were standing at a rail fence. I could see horses out on the far side. Joel put two fingers in his mouth and whistled, and the horses walked towards us.

"Remarkable, "I said, "Where did you learn to do that?" "I was raised around horses. My folks have a farm and we had a couple horses to ride, course they weren't like these." He said as the mare came up to the fence and started to nuzzle Joel's ear.

He put his hand in his pocket and brought out a sugar cube and gave it to her. I reached out and felt her velvety muzzle and she snickered at me and waggled her ears. I laughed from the shear joy of this beautiful animal.

"She likes you." Joel said. Then I felt his hand on my shoulder and I turned to look into his eyes. He leaned forward and I felt his warm lips touch mine. I raised my hand and cradled his jaw and pulled him closer I sucked his lower lip into my open hungry mouth and then let him go. He stepped back and turned pink again.

"What'd you stop for?" He said breathing heavily.

"Do you know how beautiful you are? Perhaps I want to be sure you know what you are getting into, or maybe I need to be sure." I said and smiled.

"I know I want you." He said coming close again and this time he put both hands on my shoulders and pulled me into an embrace and then his hot lips were on mine again, the passion was building and I could feel his erection digging into my thigh, I put my hands on his tight butt and pulled it into closer contact. I felt more than heard his moan. Then I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away gently.

"Whoa there cowboy, I think I need to sit down before I fall down." I said breathlessly, leaning against the rails. "And I don't have the excuse of bourbon this time. You're better than bourbon, I'm afraid." He smiled again at me and I felt myself melt once again.

"Now how do you suppose we can get her to stand still for about 15 minutes." I said looking at the mare once again.

He came up behind me and said, "That's easy, I'll bring a feeder with some oats out here tomorrow, we'll set it up in the lane here and then bring her out and tether her to it. She should stand fairly still as long as the oats hold out." He once again touched my shoulder and I felt his lips on the side of my neck.

"Great, let's do that then." I said looking at my watch. "I'd better get back now, they are expecting me at seven for dinner." I started walking toward the lane.

"What do you mean, aren't we gonna go somewhere, you know?" He said with a distinct whine starting.

I stopped and turned to Joel, "Joel, I'm a guest here.

Ingrid and C.V. wouldn't appreciate me seducing one of their farm hands under their noses. Believe me I'd like nothing better than a roll in the hay with you, it has been so long I don't think I remember how, but they are my friends. We will need to be very discreet. Besides I'm a lot older than you, are you sure this is what you want?" I said looking at him. He had his head down, but I could see his eyebrows drawn together as he thought about what I was saying. I reached out and tilted his head up to look at me.

"Yeah I'm sure, I've wanted to try this since I was a kid. I'm not sure I know what to do but I figure you can show me." He said turning pink yet again.

I sighed, "Well then let's think about this. Can you come down to the guesthouse tonight, without someone noticing?" I asked.

"Sure," He said, "I'll come down after Carlo goes to sleep. He likes to drink after supper and usually turns in about 11 o'clock, he thinks I don't know about the bottle he keeps in the hay loft. I could bring the horses into the bunkhouse and he'd never wake up."

"OK then, I'll be waiting." I reached out and touched his cheek again and felt him rub against my fingertips. My dick was throbbing, he brushed his hand against it and I shuddered.

He smiled and we walked back toward the main house, Joel veered off toward the barn and I went into the house.

That night it was just Ingrid and myself for dinner. The kids were at various activities and friends and C.V. had a client out to dinner. Ingrid's conversation flowed brightly and we laughed a good deal talking about college years and various mutual friends. I limited the wine to one glass and politely refused any thing else. So I was back in the guesthouse by nine o'clock. I had told Ingrid at dinner that she shouldn't expect me for dinner every night as I usually worked best in the evening. She told me to help myself to the kitchen anytime and that the invitation was always open, to just show up. She had scheduled the party to show me off for the following Friday, I planned to have the painting done by then.

Back at the guest house I laid a fire in the fireplace and put a bottle of white wine to chill. I was working again on the canvas, laying in a thin coat of color that would be fence and background leaving a general outline that would be the mares head when I heard a knock and then the door opened. I paused and listened to the footsteps as they came toward the studio and stopped at the door, then I felt hands on my shoulders and warm breath on my neck. The firm pressure of lips as they nuzzled my ear and then opened against my neck. I sighed and leaned back against Joel, feeling the length of his hard body against my back and butt. He let his hands move onto my chest and I felt them as he explored my body. I melted back into him when suddenly I dropped the brush full of paint onto the carpet.

"Well hell!" I exclaimed and broke the moment to reclaim the brush which had left a swirl of color on the nearly white carpet. I went down on my knees on the carpet with a rag of mineral spirits and dabbed the paint up, the rest would have to dry and be scrapped off. I put the rag onto the table and looked up at Joel, he was quit close still his crotch just inches away. I reached for him and hooking my fingers into the belt loops of his jeans, pulled him into me. I opened my mouth and started licking his stomach through the thin t-shirt he wore. I nuzzled and rooted until his shirt rode up and I could taste his flesh. I buried my nose into the fine down of blond hair that covered his tight abdomen, his hands came up and cradled my head. I let my hand glide over the rock hard tube in his jeans and he moaned softly. Slowly he pulled me up to my feet and then we were kissing hard and hot, exploring each others mouths fighting each others tongues. His hands were down the back of my slacks closing on my butt. I pulled away and breathed deeply.

"Lets go into the bedroom," I said taking him by the hand. I led us into the dim room and slowly pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, then let my hands glide through the fine hair on his well sculpted chest. He was already taking my shirt off. I leaned forward and touched my tongue to the dusty areola and nipple that hardened as I sucked it into my mouth. A low hiss escaped Joel as I suckled him, my hands undoing his jeans and pushing them and his boxers down in one motion.

I looked down at his cut cock. It was average, about 6 inches and thick. It curved upward toward his navel and it's base disappeared into a nice dirty blond bush that hid his balls. I let my hand explore it and encircle it and then slowly start to stroke it. Joel moaned in pleasure. I gently pushed him backward and he first sat then reclined onto the white down comforter that cover the king size bed. My tongue had a life of it's own as I moved further down his chest and onto his abdomen. "Do you know how long it's been since I tasted the flesh of a man?" I murmured against his warm skin. Then the tip of his cock touched the corner of my lips and I opened my mouth and engulfed it in one motion. Joel's hips thrust upwards and he moaned louder.

"Oh, Christ! That feels...Oh shit." He said as I kept swirling my tongue around his dick, tasting his pre cum as it oozed out of his slit.

I lost my pants and shirt as I continued to suck him, feeling him getting closer with each movement of my head. His strong hips and thighs were twitching and I could tell he must be close. I let his dick go and started licking my way back up his body, finally meeting his open hot lips as he pulled me over onto him. My throbbing cock brushed against his and I moaned as I felt him rubbing against me, He was moaning with every motion his dick slick with my saliva and his pre cum gliding against my raging hard on. With one quick movement he rolled us over and I was crushed under him, his legs parted and he hooked his heels under mine as he keep sliding that hot dick against my own and his tongue was trying to get as far down my throat as possible. Then suddenly he moaned and I felt the jets of cum burst between us. He sighed and then was still. We continued to kiss then I pushed him over onto his back and looked at him. He looked at me then I felt his hand on my aching dick, his cum acting as a lube as he slowly started to jack me, then he moved and I felt him take me into his warm mouth. I moaned as the warm feeling of orgasm started in my gut behind my balls.

I reached down and buried my fingers in the wavy blond hair and then almost beyond the point of no return said, "I'm gonna cum." He pulled off my dick and slid his hand around my aching rod and jacked me hard, I started to shoot and blew six shots of hot jism across my chest. I relaxed and he settled in beside me, arms behind his head.

"That was awesome," He said, and sighed.

I laughed quietly and said, "That was only the beginning, we have a lot of night left. Want some wine?" I pulled on my boxers and went to retrieve the wine. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom wiped my chest and stomach clean and threw it to Joel who was drowsing. He wiped himself clean and then took the wine flute that I held out to him.

I lay down beside him again braced up on one elbow, the wine flute cool against my hand. Joel lay there relaxed, with one hand behind his head the other holding the wine glass his body still warm from the sex his cock, soft now, had retreated into the mound of hair. He was simply perfect, but seemed unaware of it.

To be Continued....

Next: Chapter 2: Joel 1


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