Cafe ogle cajuncock
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cafe ogle cajuncock
I was sitting at an outside table at the cafe as he approached. It was a cool morning, perfect for me. I looked at his fine form dressed in a tight t shirt and joggers, the fashion for the season. I'd seen him around my Paris neighborhood often. I guessed that he was of some kind of mixed extraction, maybe Arab or Indian. His dark hair set in that spiked style so common among the under thirty youth. The joggers seemed to be his standard outfit. Of course, the knit pants did set off his pert ass to perfection. If only more young men wore that style, my poor cock would never go soft. As he approached me I noticed the way his thick muscles arms stretched the shirt sleeves. I motioned for him to take at seat. He nodded and for a brief moment I saw that today he was going commando. It must be time to do laundry.
As he took a seat I got a whiff of his cologne, a slight lavender. I signaled my waiter, Pierre, for 2 more coffees. He smirked and nodded knowing that I was horny and on the hunt. The youth, Alain, glanced at the gay novel I'd been reading moments earlier. " We have similar taste" he said. I knew that we both wanted the same thing. He made a show of adjusting his crotch as Pierre brought the coffees. The gesture was not lost on the waiter who smiled and nodded his appreciation for the gesture. Alain could be such a tease some days. We carried on a general conversation about my writing and his art studies. I asked if he'd found a model yet to work with him. He said "Sadly, they are too expensive so I just work with my own image and toys." I perked up at that comment. "Toys?" I asked. "You know the usual." he replied. In my mind I imagined a large, lack dildo and a leather harness. "So" I continued "Have you lined up a gallery to show your work?" I'd seen some of his less erotic pictures and photos. Most were quite suggestive and I could only imagine the rest. Sipping my coffee, I looked over at Pierre. He was a fit man in his 30s with that famous French smile that silently said "Let's play!" Looking at Alain again I had a thought. "Perhaps," I began you should try for more mature models, men Greek god like bodies, Pierre for instance?" Alain looked over at the waiter then back at me. "It would be a change from the usual twinks. They all want too much money or they want to spend time getting fucked. Not that I mind the latter. But it does slow my work. Would you think Pierre might be willing?" I nodded agreement and commented "Probably being immortalized in one of your paintings would attract him. I might even agree to join him."
Alain leaned back allowing me to see that his dick had chubbed up at the thought. He pulled out his sketch book and began to draw. For the next few minutes he worked at a feverish pace. Finally, turning it around to show me a rough sketch of two men in a senuous embrace. "What do you think? Would he be willing to pose?" I was shocked at the depth of the sensuality. It was the beginnings of a masterpiece that would be comfortable in the studio of a 16th century master. I motioned for Pierre to come over. I expected him to be shocked but the smirk on his face and the bulge in his tight, black pants showed me his approval. I began "My young friend here is an artist, as you can tell. He's in search of two men to model for a similar work of art." I paused then continued "Would you be willing to be immortalized?" Pierre stood there staring at the rough drawing before agreeing that it would be an honor but only if I was the other man. We soon agreed on a day and time to meet at Alain's studio.
As the day approached I was more and more concerned at the prospect of posing for a painting. Alain was obviously very good. But would I have enough self control to go through with the whole thing. Alain had told us that it might take a few sessions to finish the painting. I decided that I'd hit the pool and the gym before exposing my body to the two men. On the appointed day I did a few laps in the neighborhood pool before showing up at the studio. I was surprised to find both Alain and Pierre both there already. They had setup a pale blue backdrop and a wide, low bench. Alain had set up three cameras to capture images from different angles. His paints and easel were ready. He's hung lights around to illuminate his models. He then instructed Pierre and me to undress and then oil our bodies with olive oil to better reflect the light. Pierre was quick to undress right in front of me. His tanned body was fit without being too gross. Alain began oil his body as I undressed. Once I was naked both men turned to me to oil up my body. I got an instant hardon. I noticed that Pierre was in a simular state. Alain was dismayed telling us that it would not work out with stiff cocks. We'd have to do something to bring them down. Pierre and I stared at each other. Then Alain removed his smock and jeans revealing his own naked body. "OK, boys fuck me, I need two soft cocks for this to work. Oh, what an artist must do for his art!" he muttered. We grabbed Alain by his arms and legs placing him over the bench. Pierre held Alain's shoulders down as I greased his ass hole. He began to moan loudly so Pierre stuffed his now throbbing cock into his open mouth to silence the moans. I placed the head of my cock at Alain's entrance and asked "Are you ready?" Alain nodded with his cock stuffed mouth too full to reply.
I violenly pushed into the well oiled hole causing Alain ro swallow more of Pierre's long, thick uncut cock. I moaned at the feeling of the tight ass muscles gripping my cock as I punished my entire length into the young ass. In no time Pierre and I built up a rythm pumping alternately in and out of the young artist. I reached around to the nearby table grabbing a small bottle of poppers. I passed it to Pierre. He unscrewed the top and pushed it under Alain's nose. Alain inhaled deeply in each nostril. Pierre then took a hit and passed the bottle back to me. By this time the potent fumes had began to wok on both men. I took a deep hit and was overcome with the desire to fill the willing hole with all of my juices.
We resummed plowing Alain at both ends. I could see the expression on Pierre's face, his eyes shut tight as his own passion overtook him. He yelled out as he exploded down the boy's throat. Seeing this pushed me over the edge and I filled the tight hole with all of my love juices. Alain stimulated beyond his limits exploded his own load on the bench. We lay in a tangked mass before recovering our strength. Alain got up saying "Now we can get to work. Pierre grab his shoulders and hold him at a distance.
The rest of the morning was spent in long poses. Often we'd all chub up a bit. But Alain still naked used these times to get a close up view of our cocks for the painting. Of course, we'd often have to take a break to let our excited cocks go down. Alain, the every agreeable artist, made sure to help. He reminded us that it might take a few weeks of posing to complete the work. Both Pierre and I were willing to give our all for art.
A month of posing and finishing later, Alain finally had a gallery show. The center piece of the show was a three piece work of Pierre and I posed as Greek warriers. There were also smaller paintings of us in erotic scenes often with Alain being the victom captive subject to our whims. Overall the show was a great success. Alain's work was immediately sold to a special set of collectors. The giant three piece work now sits in a New York museum. The success brought many new commissions for the painter and the two models received invitations to some very exclusive parties. Pierre soon gave up his job as a waiter in favor for very lucrative modeling jobs. I was satisfied with copies of all of the photos taken from our art sessions.
Success bought us closer together. Now with more leisure time Pierre and Alain can often be found gracing my bed for a far more intense posing session. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- thanks for reading my little story and remember that nifty needs your support.