Dan, the Model

Continuing the story of Dan and Dave... Dan returns to school and is asked to model nude for some paintings for the walls of a rich gay man's mansion. The born show-off shows it all off, plus!!!

Dan, The Model The Sequel to "Dan and Dave, Lifetime Buddies" Another in the series, First Encounters of a Close Kind by Bill Fore (b4@earthlink.net)

If you didn't read my story about "Dan and Dave: Lifetime Buddies," it would be best to look at that first. That will tell you why these things are happening this way, and explain who I am and a little bit more about this situation.

I'll just say that I was born and raised with another guy two days older than me. Our mother's met as roommates in the hospital, we had no fathers around, so our mothers became best friends and that meant that we were best friends, too. We lived two blocks apart and saw each other daily.

Dave and I were almost twenty-two when he got engaged. A couple of months before the wedding he won a trip for two to Hawaii, couldn't take his girlfriend (because she was religious and they weren't married yet), so I went along. For the first time in our lives together we had some very hot and heavy physical times with each other. We tanned naked on our oceanfront hotel balcony, began touching a lot, and finally experimented with each other in every way we could think of... which was just about every way possible.

Dave had become a so-so swimmer, but it gave him the typical narrow waisted, broad chested swimmers body. I had spent years as a competition gymnast with a body to match. He was about six-foot-one, light skinned and blond. I was five-foot ten, had a perfectly symmetrical torso, was auburn haired with darker skin that tanned easily. Dave was a very good artist, and we often took classes together just for the hell of it. I said in the first story that I couldn't draw flies, but I got along well with the art teacher, worked like hell and pulled a "B" in the class.

It was about two weeks after we'd returned from Hawaii. Dave's fiancee had forced him to drop out of school and prepare for their wedding. I had been working on my body and tanning in a salon every day, trying to keep the look that I'd discovered had really wowed people in Hawaii. (You've got to read the first story to understand all of this.)

I was walking out of my college art class on a Tuesday. The teacher, Ron Gardner, was a real art wiz and very well known in his specific part of the art world. I'd known from Dave that Mr. Gardner had published a series of very popular female nude paintings in Penthouse Magazine, and also had some coffee table books of beautiful young naked girls on which he'd made some big money. Dave had always said the guy taught because he liked it and learned a lot of stuff... he didn't teach in our little college for the money.

Mr. Gardner was talking with another student as I walked by, but he signalled me to stop. I waited. "Hi, Danny. Thanks for waiting." I was wearing a tank top and shorts, white athletic sox and sneakers, since it was a warm spring day. He gave me the quick once over. "That Hawaiian tan is sure lasting, Danny. Looks good!" I thanked him. He asked if I had a moment and then said I should take the load off while he talked with the last students to leave the classroom. I sat at his desk.

Finally, everyone had gone. Mr. Gardner asked about Dave for a minute, and then said he was working on an out-of- school project that required a male model. "Might be big bucks, Danny... but it's kind of far out." I grinned. "I like far out, Mr. Gardner." He corrected me. "Ron's my name, or call me Mr. G," he said. He got a book of pictures out of his desk. "You know I specialize in realistic nudes, don't you?" I'd heard. I nodded. The book was filled with photographs of paintings of a pretty, very naked girl that appeared to be on the inside walls of a large building. Mostly she was facing the camera, but in a couple of paintings she was walking away and looking back. She was very pretty and very naked in every picture. You could see everything! The paintings were definitely good, very detailed and very, very sexy. Mr. G paged through the book, showing me some details and explaining where the pictures of the paintings were taken.

The paintings appeared to be very real looking, with a lot of realistic minutia in the pretty girl's face and body. The actual nude paintings, he said, were about life-size, and each of the many paintings were all of the same girl. Ron said that the paintings were all hanging on the inside walls of a major publishing company executive office suite in New York. He showed me a couple of magazines that had featured the "gallery" (as he called it), and said he had done very well with the series and it had gotten a lot of awards and some "very good press."

Ron put the books away and told me a story. He'd been approached by an exceptionally wealthy executive who had just built a very modern new mansion in Bel Air, next to Beverly Hills. The man was an executive and had seen the "gallery" in New York. He wanted Ron to make a large series of paintings... like one for every room in the huge new mansion... but featuring a young male instead of a female.

"Do nude's bug you?", Ron asked. I obviously suspected he was thinking of using me as his model. "I love being naked, sir. I think I was even born that way." Ron laughed. He brought out three Polaroid prints. They were photographs of three different paintings of three different males, naked and with everything clearly in view. "I've tested these three models, but my client doesn't really like any of them very much. I have never before used a student as a model, especially because I do nudes. But... the other day, when I saw you in the gym with your shirt off, I realized that you might be what he's looking for."

Ron looked at me closely. "Look, Danny, I've got to level with you. This guy is very, very rich... and he's also openly very gay. He wants me to find an exceptionally handsome, really sensual looking young male model. He also wants the pictures to be much more explicit, if you know what I mean." I said, "You mean, he wants to see hard-on's and sexy stuff?" Ron nodded. "Mostly in pictures for the bedrooms, bathrooms and his gym. Not in the living room, I don't think," Ron said. He looked at me for a moment, and then added, "Listen, Danny. I turned the guy down twice and he upped the ante, so... it's really big bucks for me. I finally decided I'd give it a try. I wasn't going to talk to you about it, but I'm striking out with the modelling agencies and gyms where I usually get my contacts. For the model the client chooses it's also a lot of work for the next few months and it's also some big bucks, too."

"If you want to try me, I'd love it," I said. The idea caused some memories and a bit of stirring in my groin. I added, "Since I do gymnastics, maybe I can give you some athletic stuff you've never thought of." Ron asked my work schedule. I said I had Sunday's off. "Perfect," he said. It was decided. I'd show up at his loft studio the next Sunday at ten, and he'd do a test painting and take some Polaroid's for two hundred dollars. Wow! I slaved at Wal-Mart all week part time for half of that.

I worked out hard and went to the tanning place two extra times that week. I did an extra workout and tanned extra long that Saturday night, and then went back to the gym early on Sunday morning to pump up.

Ron had a great studio in the warehouse district near downtown. He lived in a loft above it, with a balcony looking down on the large work area. His sleeping area, living room, bathroom, dining area and kitchen were all in that so-called loft.

We had some orange juice and shot the shit for a minute at a big table in the dining area. I asked where his wife was, since I'd heard he was married. "Down in San Diego with a rich guy and a new 'Beamer' convertible," he said. Ron was an inch or two taller than me, thin but muscular, about thirty, wavy long off-blond hair, and I thought he looked ruggedly handsome. He was wearing some loose old Docker shorts with a few streaks of paint on them and an oversized t-shirt. I was in my tight cut-off jeans and a form-fitting tank top.

He showed me another large book of photos. This time it was pictures of bare walls and scenes inside the very large, very modern mansion. There appeared to be a lot of skylights. "For the test painting, Danny, I'd like to maybe use this setting." Ron showed me a picture of a scene in a hallway of the mansion, under a skylight. "I've lighted the set downstairs to create the same overhead lighting. I see it as you standing, leaning against the side wall, maybe legs crossed, very relaxed, maybe looking a little horny and probably wearing some heavy, sloppy looking white sox."

Ron stood and leaned against a wall, giving me the idea. "Piece of cake," I said. I stood, leaned, looked sultry. He smiled. "Yeah, kind of like that. We can experiment 'til it looks natural." We went downstairs to the studio. He turned on some lights and then took me to a dressing room. Ron pointed to a hanging robe. "You can wear that when we're not working." I looked at him, and smiled. "It's warm in here. Skin is fine."

Ron sat me on a chair, turned on some make-up lights and closely examined my face. "I paint exactly what I see, so I do make-up like we're doing a photo shoot, Danny." He decided I needed only a little mascara to "bring out my eyes." Then he also decided he'd add some almost colorless lipstick moisturizer to "give my lips a little glow." I'd never worn any makeup before in my life. He got out the pair of bulky sox he had in mind and watched me closely as I stripped.

"Um-hum... much better than I thought." I think he said it more to himself than to me. The whole idea was stimulating, so my cock was full but not hard. I put on the sox. He stepped back, looked, and said in a low voice, "Yes... wow... that's it."

He examined my whole body very closely in the make-up light. "You shave your bod?" I said it was a gymnastics thing, but that I didn't have much to shave. "It's an almost flawless look," he said. Mr. G touched the edge of my pubic hair. "Can you trim these few hairs to even it up with the other side?", he asked. I told him I'd be glad if he did it so that it would be what he wanted.

He got out a razor and trimmed a couple of hairs. The attention caused my cock to quickly swell quite a bit. He looked me in the eye. "Well, you're certainly 'gifted'," he said, smiling. I asked if his client would mind. Ron laughed. "You're probably a shoo-in, from what I've seen of your competition." We went out into the studio and I leaned. He moved me a bit for the lighting and said I looked very natural. He just wanted my hands to "drape" normally. I didn't know what he meant, but I put one hand lightly on my thigh. He said what I was doing was just exactly right.

For some odd reason I got a full erection when I was getting the pose. Ron seemed impressed. "Not for this one, okay?" I said it would go down. He stood next to his working easel and took a Polaroid of me. We watched it develop. I asked, "What if my skin was a little more moist... like some baby oil?" He said it would be a good idea as long as I rubbed it in well. I took the bottle of oil and rubbed it in right in front of him while he was studying the Polaroid. I was going to ask Ron to do it, but I thought I'd better not push my teacher that far... yet. As I rubbed the oil in, I quickly got myself fully hard again.

Ron watched me, and then looked back at the Polaroid, and then back at me. He saw a spot on my leg where it looked a little oily. I told him to go ahead and rub it in. "You know, Mr. G, if this works and we're going to do this whole bit together, you've got to be able to touch me anywhere you need to touch me, make me do what you want, oil me or whatever else. I don't mind touching at all. Hell, it's work, not sex... but whatever we do it's gotta make the paintings sexy."

He looked me over again. "There's one thing I'd probably do if this wasn't just the test picture," he said. I asked what it was. "Kind of far out," he answered, staring at the Polaroid. "Fine... do it!", I said. He said he thought the look would be more sexy if I had a little more color in my glans. I didn't know what a "glans" was. He had a strange look on his face. "You know, Danny, how... right after you've had sex or masturbated... the head of your penis is a little reddish from the irritation? Well, that head is called the glans. If someone looked closely at this painting, as I'm sure they will, a little added color there might be a big turn on."

"What do you need to do?", I asked. "Maybe a little brownish-red rouge," Ron said. He looked nervous. I smiled. "Great!" I sat on a high stool in the sky-lit area next to the set. I realized that he could simply add the color to the painting, but that wouldn't make the situation exciting for either of us, and he'd said that's not how he painted. Ron sat in front of me on a low chair. He experimented with a couple of colors on a piece of paper, and then lightly and tentatively brushed a bit of the mixed rouge onto my cockhead with a little sponge. "Wow," I said, almost by accident. I leaned back. "It" quickly started to swell again. "Can you hold it still?", he asked. "Go ahead, Mr. G. You know what you want."

Tentatively he held my growing cock with his left hand while he carefully brushed the color onto me with his right hand. "Sure you don't mind?", he asked. "My god, are you kidding? You can take a lot longer if you want." He said it took about a half hour to prepare the girl model he'd used each time... brownish rouge around her nipples, a bit of mascara to bring out the folds of her "vulva," and even some slightly reddish "accents" for her inner lips, he said.

My cock was hard as a rock in his hand. Ron asked how big it was, as he lightly and very carefully rouged my cockhead. The sensations were phenomenal! I asked if he had a tape measure, even though I'd checked it many times myself. I was surprised that he stopped to check, confirming my finding of just about nine and a quarter inches from the base to the tip on the top side. "You know, Mr. G. Sometimes when I've been playing around I noticed that my balls get kind of red and irritated. I noticed that a lot on Dave in Hawaii, too. Wouldn't that help make the picture look sexy? At least this first test shot?"

And so, after finishing reddish-browning my cockhead, for the next ten minutes or so Ron lightly reddened the skin on my ballsack with the rouge and little make-up sponge. As he worked on my feverish organs, holding my cock to stabilize my balls, we talked about Hawaii and my experiments with Dave. I knew Mr. G wasn't going anywhere with the information after doing what he'd been doing to me, so I gave him a detailed account of our first shower, our balcony tanning sessions, even telling about our self-suck experiences. Of course, I wasn't going to mention any of the mutual stuff, or the anal experiences, but he kept asking questions and appeared to have a big tent in his pants. I finally gave him a very soft version of everything Dave and I had done. (Read the first story, okay?)

I told Ron that I'd never fooled around with another guy before, and that my girlfriend and I had never really gotten it on, either. "Basically, I was a virgin to all sex except for jackin' off, but playing around with Dave in Hawaii was really wild. I never knew any kind of feelings could be so intense."

Ron asked if the anal stuff hurt. I told him it seemed to be a bit of a pain for Dave at first, since I was so big and thick, but that after the first few minutes of me plugging Dave we'd both loved every minute of it and that Dave had exploded before I did. Ron confided nervously that his wife had used a dildo on him a few times. "Feel good?", I asked. He nodded sheepishly.

He painted for about an hour and a half, giving me breaks every once in a while and touching up some of the mascara make-up around my eyes. Ron seemed very attentive, and every once in a while I'd get a full erection for a few minutes before settling down to the fullness he wanted. I stretched from time to time. He was very careful to re-set my pose after a break, handling me like a piece of fine china. He seemed to watch my body very closely when he wasn't painting and didn't think I was looking.

When we broke for lunch in his upstairs loft, I stayed naked. Ron was very cordial, and we joshed with each other and goofed off some. I asked if he thought I was right for the job. He laughed. "If he doesn't take you, Danny, I'm dead. I'll never find anyone better." I took a leak and purposefully wiped off some of my cockhead rouge.

Before we started work again, Ron very carefully and totally repainted my "glans," holding my hard cockstem and allowing me to see for the second time that day a rather large swelling in his own loose Docker shorts.

About three hours later we finished. Ron had taken about a dozen reference Polaroids of the scene, with close-up's of different body parts, and pronounced the work to be "very good." He wouldn't let me look until he'd filled in some of the detail of me from the Polaroids. He said he was going to photograph it, carefully roll it up and send it in a tube to the rich guy by Fedex the next day.

I wanted to tease Ron some more, since I was feeling that wonderful power and control again that I'd discovered in Hawaii. While he was cleaning up, I sat up on the high stool, leaned back, wiped the rouge off my cockhead with a Kleenex, and said, "I can't take it any more, Mr. G. Too much touching and sexy stuff goin' on. Do you mind if I unload?" He looked at me, slowly shook his head, and then closely watched out of the corner of his eye while I theatrically writhed and fisted my hard cock.

After I'd been at it for a few minutes, he picked up a old towel by the easel and moved to stand in front of me about two feet away. He just stood there, very openly watching me. Our eyes locked for a moment, and then his drifted down to watch as my body writhed and I pounded my thick shaft. I ran the fingers of my other hand between my legs, and even put my legs up on the rungs of the stool and spread them as wide so that he could see everything as I fondled my asshole. I finger fucked myself with my left hand as I jacked off with my right, leaning back and slipping my ass to the edge of the stool to give Ron a good view.

I knew it was about to happen, so I straightened up and fisted myself for another minute until my body surged and contorted in the ecstasy of orgasm. My cum flew across the room, splashing on Ron's leg and at his feet. He waited until I had squeezed out the final drops before he moved forward to carefully wipe me off. He was very thorough and careful, and then he cleaned the left-over's from his leg and the floor. Ron had clearly been effected. He had a lot of sweat on his brow and there was still a very large bulge in his shorts. Also clearly, there was a growing wet spot where the bulge ended.

As I walked into his class on Tuesday, Ron got a big smile on his face. He walked up to me, shook my hand, and said in a low voice, "Grayson... ah, the rich guy... he called about an hour ago. Congratulations! He said that you are perfect!" There were others around us that might overhear but I couldn't resist. "It was probably the rouge, don't you think?" He grinned and blushed.

He invited me to dinner that night.

The next weekend was one of those three-day holiday's, with Monday off from school. Dave said the rich guy, named Grayson, wanted us to fly to his place for a meeting and to set up everything. We were to leave Saturday afternoon and return Monday night. I told Ron I could do it.

"Do you know why I jacked off in front of you when we finished on Sunday, Mr. G?" "Probably because you had horny feelings," he answered. "Yes, that... and the fact that I didn't want you to report how it went to the rich dude without knowing that I was a totally free human and could handle anything he wanted." Ron said it was probably a good idea. "This is really far out stuff for me, too, Danny. I'm doing the project for him, but I'm going to use another name on it... not mine. I've never worked with male nudes before and I'm not sure how to act."

I told Ron that I wanted us to be very free with each other if we had to spend so much time together. "Like, I know you'll do a better job painting and the whole thing will turn out more sexy if you're relaxed and stimulated too, Mr. G." I said I wanted him to be liberated enough to handle and touch me any way he wished, and that there was no reason he shouldn't be nude during the studio sessions too, since the place was always very warm. "Let's not hide from each other. Let's make this a big winner." His only reaction was to tell me he'd never worked in the nude before.

In between work and school, I spent the week working out, tanning, and being sure every hair on my head and body was perfect.

We flew first class! We arrived at the L.A. Airport and were met by a chauffeured limo. It was just getting dark when we pulled through an iron gate and went up a long driveway to the beautiful mansion. Grayson was a very handsome and charming man, about six feet tall with a very classy light British accent. He had greying hair, a close cropped beard, seemed very fit, and wore a very mod, expensive, billowy white shirt with some silky, fitted long maroon pants.

He certainly was taken with me, telling "Mr. Gardner" that I was the perfect find, and even looked better in person. He asked us if we wanted to "freshen up a bit or change for dinner," and had the houseman/chauffeur show us to a beautiful guest room with two big beds. The adjoining bath was spectacular, and I recognized the rooms (and the hall that led to them) because of the pictures I'd seen of where my paintings would hang.

We limo'd into Hollywood and the three of us ate dinner in a very fancy restaurant. Grayson asked me many questions, and I teased him with a few short stories... including the fact that I'd once tried doing a private strip show in Hawaii for a gay kid's twenty-first birthday party.

After dinner we took in a jazz music show at a wild place called "The House of Blues," but we left early because Mr. G and Grayson said we had work to do early the next day. A "framer" was scheduled to come the next morning at ten.

Back in our room, Ron wore his Calvin Klein briefs to bed and even closed the door to the bathroom when he showered. I decided there would be time to loosen him up when we got back on our home turf. It was clear he had a nice body and a good sized lump in the Calvin's. I was very curious about him, but then... at that time I had become so sexually turned on that I was curious about everyone and everything (except most animals).

I did my normal naked thing, putting on only my tight off-white cut-off's and a red muscle-tank top for breakfast the next morning. I did get Ron to help me put some oil on my back before we finished dressing.

The guy from the picture frame company and Ron had a long talk about just how to set up the pictures. I only heard that they were supposed to be totally enclosed in some kind of new protective acrylic without any kind of a frame around the edges.

Grayson listened to them a bit and then got into a discussion with me. "When we get all the pictures done and properly mounted, I'm going to have a special party for about two dozen of my very close friends, Danny. I hope you'll be able to come." I said I'd be glad to. "You know, Mr. Grayson, I could walk around at that party looking just like the paintings. That might be a big hit, don't you think?" He looked at me. "You mean... naked?" I nodded. He broke out in a big smile. "Yes, that would certainly be exciting. Would you dare do that?" "Sure, why not?"

We walked down the hall away from Ron and the framer. "Danny, are you gay?" I'd thought about that a lot in the preceding weeks and had come up with an answer. "I'm just really sexual, Mr. Grayson. I'm not sure which tag you should tie on my toe when I die." He seemed happy with the answer. "You don't mind if other men touch you?" "God, no sir... not at all. Not if it feels good!"

"Oh, by the way, Danny. Grayson is my first name. My friends just call me Gray." I asked if I could be a friend. He giggled and patted my shoulder. "You're sure the charmer, Danny," he said.

We were to spend a good part of the day with Ron taking pictures of me in the more than two dozen locations where I'd "hang" throughout the house. The general idea was that I would take the position of the pose and then he'd snap a series of pictures to get the natural lighting and everything else just right. The framing guy, a late thirties man who was clearly also gay, stood next to Gray to watch and "to get perspective." The framer seemed excited both about me and with working with the famous painter of nudes.

The first position was just inside the front door. In the painting, I was to stand with my hair wet and a towel around my waist, as if I'd just gotten out of the shower to answer a knock. As everyone was getting ready, I excused myself. I knew they were expecting me to be fully clothed and just assume the positions, but I had other ideas. I went to the bathroom, stripped naked, splashed water on myself, wet my hair and mussed it up, got a small towel I had to hold at my waist since it wasn't big enough to wrap, and went back to the doorway.

The door was open and Ron had a camera set up at eye level aimed at the wall where my painting would hang. Gray was shocked when he saw me. I was still very wet and really looked like I'd just gotten out of the shower. Ron smiled at me knowingly.

I took the pose and he came to adjust something and mess my hair another way. He patted the towel at my ass and whispered, "Show off." We shot about six pictures with slight changes in the pose. Gray said to nobody in particular, "This is going to be very good." The framer guy watched me like a hawk.

As soon as the shoot was over I used the towel to dry myself, exposing my cock and balls to Gray and the framer for the first time. I was clearly feeling my oats and a little "up." I stayed naked, loving the powerful feeling of Gray and the framer's worshipful eyes all over my body. I went to recomb my hair and oil my body a little bit, and then brought the oil with me. As we were setting up for the next shot, I asked the framer to add a little oil to my back.

We went through the mansion and down the list of pictures. I took the poses, adjusting myself accordingly. If the picture required an erection, I got it up right in front of everybody. Fisting myself before the small audience was a real high. I certainly was becoming an incorrigible exhibitionist! Time flew by as Ron and I worked, with Gray and the framer watching every move and making very approving comments.

When we broke for lunch and the houseman served us salad and sandwiches out by the pool, I stayed naked. While the food was being brought out I moved a few feet away to the pool deck and did some stretching, some gymnastics, some tumbles, handstands and flips. I knew I had an attentive audience but acted as if I was alone. I dove in the pool, swam a few laps and then moved into the shade where the others had started eating to get some food and drip dry.

Ron said to Gray, "You know, Grayson... some of the paintings in the gym maybe should be of Danny's gymnastic stuff." "God, yes... that would be beautiful." I asked if there was anywhere they'd want something much more sexy. The framer and the houseman were just standing behind Gray. Gray asked what I meant. I asked if anyone would be shocked or bothered if I demonstrated what I meant. Heads shook. I was already a little aroused from being the naked center of attention of my little audience.

I said, "If you're sure you won't be shocked, give me a minute and I'll show you something." I turned and walked toward the pool again. The group was behind me, probably about twelve feet away. I started fisting myself and theatrically running my other hand over my ass and balls. I was very hard in less than a minute but I stretched out the show, fingering my asscrack. I turned, moved to be right in front of them, pushed some of the food to the side on the table where they had eaten, laid back on the table, flipped my legs up in the air and proceeded to lower my throbbing sword into my mouth. I dramatically licked the head of my cock, and then slowly lowered myself until I'd swallowed about four or five inches of my hardness.

I pivoted my body on the table to give them a variety of views, including an asshole closeup for everyone, and then I held the pose for about thirty seconds before laying my legs back down. Grayson clapped, and the other's joined him. I laid on the table on my back, looked at Grayson and asked, "How about a painting of that?"

Grayson leaned back and nodded. "My god, Danny... you are the most uninhibited human I have ever seen." He looked at the others. "Of course, if I had a body and equipment like yours, maybe I'd be doing the same thing." The other's muttered agreement. I got up and jumped in the pool.

The framer put baby oil on my drying body as we prepared for the afternoon posing. Because my hair was wet and messed up, we started with some poses in a bathroom where I'd supposedly just gotten out of the shower.

We'd done more than three-quarters of the scenes when Ron announced we'd run out of natural light. We'd also shot almost all of the film he'd brought... fifteen rolls of thirty-six exposures... over five hundred color slides. Gray said we'd be able to get more film the next morning and finish doing the poses that were left in the gym, sauna, and "wrestling room."

The framer finally left. Ron and I got cleaned up, dressed up (time for sports slacks and a nice shirt) and met Grayson in the downstairs hallway to go to dinner. The three of us ate in the private back room of a very expensive restaurant, with Grayson very bubbly and talkative about our "project." He was very friendly with me and a heavy-duty "shoulder patter." He complimented Ron on finding such a perfect model... "better and more free than anyone I'd ever dreamed existed."

We talked about college, Ron's painting projects and Grayson's work... the head of a mini-major motion picture studio and music publishing operation, it turned out. I was surprised to discover that he had two homes... the one we were doing the paintings for, and another in Beverly Hills that he called his "straight house" for entertaining business associates.

Grayson had been a wrestler in college, "many years ago." I said I'd done some wrestling, but ended up as a gymnast. I said, "You look like you're in good shape, Gray. Maybe you can show me some moves on the mat in your gym tonight."

When we got back to the mansion, Ron said he needed to catalog his film rolls. "Come on, Gray. We need some exercise. I'll meet you in the gym for some wrestling practice." He hesitated. "Come on. I'll be gone tomorrow and you can rest up 'til the big open house party."

We met in the gym. I'd removed my clothes and wore only a towel wrap. Gray was carrying two athletic supporters. He handed me one and I put it on. He turned his back to me, pulled off his silky tennis shorts and put on the other one. He had some very neatly trimmed body hair, much like his trimmed beard, and was in amazingly good shape for his age.

You don't wrestle without touching, and we touched a lot... probably more than necessary after we got going. I knew I was a little stronger than Gray, but he seemed to know more about wrestling, so we were very evenly matched. Much of the time, when we were in a clinch, arms, hands and other body parts would brush against groins and swollen athletic supporters.

The longer we wrestled, the more sensual the touching became. I knew Gray was getting turned on, but I thought it might be wise to just tease the hell out of him and save any heavy-duty stuff for later. The last thing I wanted to do at that point was blow up the opportunity, and I didn't know this rich dude well enough to identify where his lines might be drawn.

We were in a clinch that was more like a full body bear hug when I decided to end it. I knew we were both fully erect. I jumped up, pulled off my supporter, reached for his hand to pull him from the mat and said, "Come on Gray... time to hit the pool and cool off." The pool was much on my mind because one wall of the gym was a big picture window looking into the beautifully lighted blue pool water. I got to the door to the pool stairway before Gray dropped his supporter and exposed his seven very hard inches to me.

We swam laps, and Gray finally stopped in the shallow water. I swam up to him from behind and dove between his legs, brushing against him a lot as I came up in front of him. We hugged for a while, with Gray telling me he'd feel a lot younger if I was around to push him. "Until you showed up, Danny, I ran things around here. Nobody ever said, 'cummon, we're going to wrestle... common, we're going to swim.' I used to be the boss." I grinned. "Boring! Next time I come I'm bringing my whips and chains."

Ron was laying in his bed with only a sheet over him when I came into the room. He was looking at the ceiling, and a magazine laid beside him as if he'd been reading. I guessed he might be naked because his underwear was laying on the floor beside the bed. I was nude from my shower. I flipped up the sheet and crawled in next to him. I just snuggled against him, running my fingers over his chest and stomach and letting him feel my lizard grow against his leg.

"We doing okay?", I asked. He glanced at me and grinned. "I never dreamed I'd have fully posed pictures to work with, you little devil. I've never had that before." I continued to run my hands over the light fur on his tight body as he just laid and shivered beside me. A couple of times I "accidentally" brushed my hand over his swollen manhood, but I knew this was an opening up time for us and I didn't want to rush him, either.

Finally, I laid back, flipped the sheet off, exposing both of us, and then proceeded to fist myself until I'd covered my stomach and chest with my cream. Ron got up, said, "Hang on," got a towel and carefully wiped off all my spillage. His own cock never lost any of its hardness as he painstakingly cleaned off my swollen weapon, not trying to hide his excitement from me.

He laid back down and we fell asleep together in the same bed with Ron's rigid sword pressing against my side for much of the night.

The framer didn't show up that Monday. Grayson was in shorts and a tank top as we worked, and Ron seemed much more free in posing me. Now Grayson seemed to be in charge of putting oil on my body, hand-wiping off the excess, and touching me just about everywhere in the process.

When we'd finished, Grayson sat us down by the pool for some snacks and a meeting. He said to me that he and "Mr. Gardner" had finished their agreement, and that he wanted to be sure that I fully understood my compensation. He handed me an envelope. "This is a signing bonus for agreeing to do this job," he said. "You'll be paid for each modeling session by Mr. Gardner from funds we've set up, and when you come for the unveiling of all your paintings you will receive a larger bonus than this for finishing the project."

Later, on the plane, I opened the envelope. The Cashier's Check was for two thousand dollars.

If you read "Lifetime Buddies" you should know what happened that next week. My lifetime buddy Dave called me. I knew that his wedding was now only about a week away. He seemed ready to cry. He said that although we'd always planned that I would be the best man at his wedding, his fiancee had picked the minister's son at her church to do the honors. Dave said he'd only met the kid twice, but it's what Connie wanted.

I wished him the best and told him I still really loved him. I wanted to tell Dave that it was time to get some balls and be his own man, but I'm sure he knew that so I left it unsaid. I also wanted to tell Dave about the wild new experiences I had been having since he left Hawaii. I didn't dare. He would either feel worse than he already did, or he'd freak out because he'd retreated into his shell.

One other thing changed. My mom and Dave's mom decided to move in together to save money, since Dave was off getting married and I was working all the time. I temporarily took over our old apartment (since I had the bread) and mom moved the two blocks down the street to live with Dave's mom. I didn't really try to explain what I was doing to anyone. Mom and my Friday night girlfriend, Ginger, only knew that I had a job with a teacher at the college and that the job took up all of my Sunday's.

Ron and I were to start work on our project the following Sunday morning at ten. I could hardly wait. I worked out and tanned daily, prepping for what I knew could be something very big for me. There were two weeks left of school, and then we were going to do my paintings three days a week... Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday. The whole idea made me feel very commanding. I felt like I was some kind of a star. Ron treated me extra special when I was in his class every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon, but he tried to be cool when other students were around.

Sunday arrived! Ron was shirtless when he let me in to the studio. His shorts were kind of tight and revealing, too. He was also very cordial and gave me a big hug after he'd double locked the studio doors. We drank some orange juice. He said he's set up for the breakfast nook picture, where I was sitting on a stool drinking coffee... bare ass, of course, with half an erection.

I stripped in the make-up room. Ron began doing his mascara on my eyes and carefully put the lip gloss on my lips. I stood and he looked my body over closely, deciding to lightly trim my pubic bush to make it look like the other painting. After all, it had been two weeks since I'd modeled.

After he'd finished he handed me the baby oil. I handed it back. "Look, Mr G. I'm the star now. You're the make-up person so that's your job." He rubbed oil into my back, over my buns and down my legs. I turned around and he did my neck, arms, chest, stomach, legs, and then carefully greased up my swelling cock. I noticed a bulge in his shorts. As he stood up and set down the oil bottle, I put my hands on his waist at the edge of his shorts. "Let's get rid of these," I said, and I slipped them to the floor.

He was naked. His seven and a half inch sword was in fighting position. I'd noticed before that Ron had unusually long, dangling balls. I also noticed that he'd trimmed some of his own body hair a bit since we'd been in Bel Air. I smiled. "Ah, now we have equality."

It was time to add the color to my cockhead and balls, just as we'd done for the test painting. Ron was again very meticulous in his work, holding my firm saber with one hand and wiping the small rouge-filled make-up sponge over the sensitive membrane with the other. I was writhing in sheer near- orgasmic ecstasy before he'd finished coloring my organs, and Ron was very turned on, too. Every once in a while his cock would brush against me, and a few times I slipped my hand over his thigh to graze his equipment.

We finally got to painting. Ron worked from a nice sized blow up of the slide we'd shot at the mansion, glancing at it for lighting, and then at me as he painted. If I got too erected, we'd have to pause until my tool settled down. If it faded and became too soft, Ron would move from the easel to touch and stroke it a bit. I'd asked him to do it so I wouldn't mess up the rouge make-up or change any position. He seemed very eager to help. So much for Ron's old, married macho-man image.

Ron also seemed to become very relaxed with his own nudity and erections. I really liked his trim, muscled body and thought he looked very sensual. Somehow I knew that I was soon going to be experimenting with that body as I planned to slowly teach Ron the joys of male-to-male sex I'd just been learning. When I looked at him as I was posing, I had to keep my mind from thinking about the possibilities too much or I knew I would explode.

It was late in the afternoon when the painting was finished and the Polaroids were shot. We'd both been hard much of the day. He put his brush on the easel and came over to the stool I was sitting on with the box of Kleenex. He acted as if I was going to take a Kleenex and wipe off the rouge from my cockhead. I grinned. "You put it on, teach... you take it off."

"You know how I've jacked off before when it's over to take the pressure off?", I asked. He nodded as he was finishing wiping the rouge from my balls. "Well... I'll make you a deal. We've both been under pressure all day. If you'll take care of me, I'll take care of you." He looked at me, a furrow on his brow. "That's a little scary," he said. I suggested we at least shower together and wash each other. He seemed a little fearful of that, too, but agreed. We went to the loft to shower.

I did the "Dave trick." As soon as we'd soaped each other up really well, I moved behind Ron, washed his back and ass, then his sides, and slid my hands under his arms. I washed his chest from behind with both hands, then down over his washboard abs, and slowly began to press myself against his asscheeks as my soapy hands moved all around his erection. I painstakingly washed his big, dangling balls and then began to touch his cock.

No resistance. I pressed against his back and slowly began to pump his randy prick, running my other hand over every male "feel good" I knew existed.... inner thighs, balls, under the balls, over his pubic hair and lower stomach. Ron was now putty in my hands. His head tilted back as he leaned against me. I carefully ran my fingers over his tender cockhead, stroking his long hardness in all the ways I knew would feel best.

His body started to undulate. His breathing was deep and loud. I pressed my cock down into his asscrack a bit more, slipping almost to the back of his ball-sack. It was clear that Ron loved his balls to be touched, so I fondled them as I stroked his cock. The build up to his massive explosion was slow, but when he did erupt the moans, groans, and body convulsions were savage, as were the mighty spurts of hot cum that flew from his almost bursting cock.

I washed and wiped him off, and then we dried each other. Ron seemed totally spent so I led him to the bed. I laid down next to him and began stroking myself. A few moments later I felt his hands begin to touch me... shoulders first, then chest, stomach, and lower abs. After a while he moved his hand over mine and began stroking my cock. I pulled my hand away and he continued with the job.

Of course, he'd touched himself before, but clearly he was unfamiliar with touching another male. I loved the feel of his curious, virgin hands and writhed with the sensations. He got up to sit beside me so he could see what was happening and use both hands. My god, what crazy feelings! I was quickly beyond the point of no return and as Ron sat next to me, his eyes glued on what was happening to my body. He pumped out a flood of semen from my throbbing piston that covered my chest and stomach and even splattered my face.

He cleaned me up, and then we laid together and napped for over an hour, awaking periodically to embrace and caress each other. Ron was even free enough to curiously stroke my spear and fondle my balls. He again kept his eyes glued on my bodily reactions.

The following Sunday was much the same --- only the nudity and touching came even more quickly. During our lunch break I'd spread some jelly from my finger on to Ron's chest and lick it off. We played around and soon were standing together, holding and embracing each other with one hand while jacking each other off with the other. During that lunch break I even lightly licked his cock for a moment, knowing that sometime soon we'd be doing a lot more oral stuff with one another.

At the end of the day we again showered together. Ron, the famous straight painter of female nude's, seemed much more experimental, fondling my hardness, running his fingers everywhere and allowing me to lick his chest and stomach while I jacked him off. We both produced near record setting explosions again that afternoon. Ron was exceptionally noisy as his body quaked and shuddered through a massive orgasm.

We had at least twenty-four paintings to go. That meant at least twenty-four sessions of growing lust between the painter and his model. I tried to keep that in mind so that I wouldn't move too fast toward a more complete sexual experience with Ron and blow his mind, but it was difficult. The following Sunday I began getting more and more oral with him... licking his body in different places when we were being playful together.

Ron seemed to relish the sensations. I began to realize that he was placing himself in circumstances that would make it easier for me to lick and kiss his beautiful torso. So... that afternoon, after we'd finished our work, as we were showering together, I went for the gusto. I simply knelt in front of him in the spray of the shower, began licking his inner thighs and balls, and then ran my tongue up and down his quivering cock stem. His hands held my head, but he didn't push me away, so I slipped my lips over the head of his rock hard organ and began to suck.

His body began to buck. Ron's cock began to slip in and out of my mouth as he thrust. I stopped my own movements and let him set the pace. Soon he was frantically fucking my mouth. My fingers began to play with his balls and run up his asscrack. His movements became more lusty, and quickly his moans, groans and turbulent breathing signalled that he was about to fill my mouth with his seed. There were a couple of fierce thrusts, and then his body went rigid. For a moment nothing happened, except that his cock was throbbing between my lips. And then, the floods came. Shot after shot of his slightly salty sperm hit the roof of my mouth as Ron nearly collapsed before me. I sucked him dry, holding his ass with both hands to help give him balance.

We dried each other and laid on the bed. Ron's hands began to explore my hardness, and after a few moments he again sat up to see how I was responding. He continued to fondle my balls and stroke my cock for a few minutes, and then he slowly bent forward and began to tentatively lick my cockhead as his hand moved over the shaft. I knew this act was very daring for Ron, and that he must have considered the idea of putting my cock in his mouth for a long time. His lips slipped over the big, bulbous head as his fingers continued pumping the shaft up and down.

After a while I felt my cockhead touch the back of his throat. The eroticism of having this very "straight," masculine male licking and sucking my cock was more than I could bear. "I'm coming, Ron!" I announced the fact three times, along with telegraphing my feelings to him by my turbulently trembling body in his hands. He continued to suck, and I could hold back no longer. I filled his mouth with gushers of my own seed as he squeezed my balls and sucked me dry.

We talked! Openly and without any hesitation we both discussed how horny we'd been and how wonderful the experiences were that we'd been having together. Ron seemed surprised that he'd begun to "fall in love" with another guy. He said that it had never crossed his mind before, and that he must have put any feelings he'd had before out of his head without realizing what he was doing.

"I'd like you to do one more thing for me," I said. He looked quizzical. I told him that I was curious about what it would be like to have him put his cock in my ass. I didn't understand his vague, non-committal reactions, so I didn't push it.

The following Wednesday evening, right after I got home from Wal-Mart, Dave called. (See "Lifetime Buddies" for details.) He was very emotional. He said he'd only been married about four days and that he was very miserable. Working for Connie's father was the absolute pits, and there was nothing good going on in his relationship with her, either. "I have absolutely no life at all," he said, "The sex I was expecting doesn't even happen. I'm a prisoner!"

I told him he could come and room with me, since I now had the apartment all to myself. I said I was sure he could get his old job back at Wal-Mart. I even added, "You know, Dave, if you get in shape and get tanned up and free again, I might even be able to get you some body modelling work on the side.." I told him he'd better be sure of any move he made, because there would be hell to pay and there'd be no turning back.

School was out. That Sunday marked the beginning of posing three times a week for Ron. I wanted to quit Wal-Mat because I was making all the money I needed with the two crisp hundred dollar bills Ron handed me at the end of every shoot. Now, that would add up to six hundred a week, which was probably more than a bank president made in our town. But... after eight weeks the project would end, so I kept building up my savings account and continued clerking my part time hours.

With the daily trips to the gym and the tanning salon, I was very busy.

Ron wanted to paint the gym scene where I laid on my back with my feet pushing up the bar on an exercise machine. I called it an "asshole shot" because that's what would be seen, but Ron teased me that they were all "asshole shots" since I was the model. We punched each other playfully, grabbing each other in a wrestling hold or two. Of course, we'd both again been naked since right after I'd gotten through the studio door and Ron had double-locked it.

Ron had set up the matching piece of equipment to the one in Gray's gym. I laid down on it and put my feet up on the bar, spread my knees a bit and pressed my legs against the resistance to fill out my thigh and calf muscles. Ron looked closely at me from the perspective he wanted, and then looked at the blow-up of the slide he'd taken at Gray's mansion.

"I've never painted this end spread wide before, Danny. How should the hole really look?" We both decided it should look very moist, and I suggested that my cock should be half- hard and pressed down between my legs so that it showed in the picture, too. I demonstrated, Ron adjusted my half-swollen saber, and then he agreed that it looked very sexy.

In the make-up room Ron rouged my cockhead and balls, but didn't make-up my eyes and lips, since they wouldn't show. He asked how I thought we should make my asshole look "moist." I told him he should run his finger inside and swirl it around with some of the make-up Vaseline. I bent over the high stool in the make-up room, telling Ron that I'd washed deeply when I'd showered so he didn't need to worry. His greasy finger tentatively ran around my asshole for a few moments, and then he re-greased it and began to slip it in.

"Oooh god, Ron... that feels so good." For far longer than necessary he prodded my ass with the Vaseline while I squirmed in response. I wanted him to think it felt far better than it actually did feel, but that was hard to do because it felt very good. Ron seemed really in to his work (and me). His rock solid boner betrayed his lack of interest.

We moved back to the machine bench in the studio and I assumed the position... on my back with my legs pressed up against the bar. Dave brought the big Vaseline jar and a towel. He began to touch up the "look" of my asshole. I looked back at him. His cock was still very hard. "Ron... it's just us and we've still got two dozen paintings to go. Be free, man. What if you probed me a little with your cock? You know it's not the first time for me, and I know it won't hurt. Maybe if you stretched the opening a little that would make it look more sexy."

I was spread out before him at a perfect level. He stepped close and ran his finger around the tender hole again. I reached back and began fondling his hardness. "I'm not saying you should fuck me, Ron. Just... you know... just press inside of me and stay for a little bit." Ron's hand touched mine as he added some Vaseline to himself.

It was clear, then, that it was going to happen. His face came into view between my legs. Our eyes didn't meet because he was totally intent on the target for his lust. I helped him position himself. Everything was very well lubricated so as I pressed out, my hands pulled against his hips, and he pressed in. His bulbous cockhead had easily slipped past my willing sphincter. Obviously, to achieve what we'd talked about it was only as far as he needed to go, but... after a short wait... I pulled him and he willingly pressed himself in until his balls were against my asscheeks and his pubic hair was brushing my balls.

We stayed that way for a minute, with his pulsing spear totally imbedded in my ass. Our eyes finally met. I smiled at him. "Hurt?" He shook his head. The words were barely whispered. "Holy shit, no." I remembered how he loved having his long, dangling balls touched. I reached around to caress them and saw his ab muscles writhe. I squeezed my sphincter muscle. His body twisted a bit and I felt his cock move slightly inside of me.

His hands were on my thighs. Slowly he began running his fingers lightly over my hot, moist skin. I squeezed my ass muscles some more and watched Ron's body writhe in response. His fingers found my cock. I continued to flex my internal muscles as he began to fondle my cock and move his saber a bit more inside of me. The tempo began to build. Whatever resolve Ron had to simply be in me vanished as he started to slowly thrust. My cock had hardened in his hand, and he continued to stroke me.

I caressed his balls with my left hand, stroking the long sack and lightly pulling on the small eggs. My right hand moved over every other part of his anatomy I could reach. His breathing was getting loud and labored. Perspiration had broken out on his forehead. His chest and stomach had turned moist. Instinct and his building passion had caused Ron to begin driving his hardness in and out of my flexing orifice with some force.

He didn't last long. He was moaning, his body was becoming more and more moist, his thrusting became harder, his hands were frantically stroking my cock and he was pulling on my body to drive his piston deeper into my hot well, brushing the swollen head of his cock over my tender prostate. My hands moved to his asscheeks. He drove himself into me with enough violence to rock the exercise machine and bounce me on the padded bench. "Oooh," escaped his lips between the heavy breaths. Then, his body froze. His head tilted back. He faced the ceiling. A moment elapsed and then... huge spurts of hot cream flooded my guts from his erupting cock.

I allowed him to remain frozen for a short period. Then I reached up to his shoulders, pulled him down to me, and we laid connected and almost stuck together by our sweat, body to body, cheek to cheek. It must have taken three or four minutes for Ron to regain his strength. He finally raised up. His slightly softened cock remained imbedded in my ass while his fingers again began working on my fading probe. Quickly I swelled in his hands. He stroked me, curiously watching my bodily reactions. His cock began to again harden in my flooded hole.

I began to respond, quickly building toward climax. That caused my ass muscles to begin again squeezing the anal intruder. As I began to buck in the fierce intensity of orgasm, Ron began again to make fucking movements in my ass. I blew! Cum flew over my head, also hitting the workout machine, my face, chest and stomach. Ron seemed excited by the erotic scene and his thrusts into my hot, tight cavity became savage again.

The sensations of the whole experience were uncivilized and indescribable. For another five minutes he fiercely drove his cock in and out, fully in as far as possible, and then out to the point where only the head remained inside of me. This was the kind of fucking only men could do... powerful thrusts, deep and strangely very satisfying. The long strokes massaged my prostate in whole new ways as Ron rotated his hips, sending his sword riding the inside walls of my tender ass in every conceivable manner. His long, dangling balls slapped against my ass as he reached fever pitch. My semi-soft cock unexpectedly erupted again all over my stomach as his frenzied movements began to drive him to reach his second orgasm.

It happened. Again he froze, and again a moment past before I felt my insides being flooded by Ron's hot cum. His breathing almost stopped. His body was covered with sweat, his curses and exclamations were both soft and loud, his beautiful muscles flexed, and then... he collapsed on me and it was over.

We laid together, attached and sticking with an acrid combination of sweat and cum. Our faces were cheek to cheek. I kissed him lightly. Just on the cheek. He waited a moment and then returned the kiss, closer to my lips. It took even longer for Ron to rebuild his energy, and when he finally pulled his flaccid cock from my asshole I felt like a part of me had been removed. We had probably been connected for close to thirty minutes through two tumultuous orgasms a piece.

We showered together, washing each other inside and out. Yes, Ron allowed me to even finger-probe his asshole a bit after he had used his soapy fingers to deeply clean me.

Of course, we had to prep all over again for the shoot. We cleaned up the area around the set, wiped off the workout machine, and then Ron re-oiled my body, re-rouged my cockhead and balls, and re-Vaseline'd my stretched anal orifice. Ron said he thought my asshole looked more "open." I suggested he use a finger to spread some lip gloss right around the hole. He liked the idea and took his time "making it look just right."

We painted for a couple of hours and then had lunch. He was filled with questions about how it had felt to be penetrated. He thought a while and then said, "You're so damn big, Danny. Some day I'd like to get up the nerve to try it, since it looked like you loved it, but I'd probably have to get kind of drunk first."

We finished the day of posing and took another shower together. I was really surprised that Ron initiated another mutual jack off session, and even bent down to lick and kiss my cock a bit in the running water. Our explosions were great, and the tender embracing that followed was extraordinary.

I mentioned my call from Dave as we were drying each other. Of course, Ron knew Dave since he'd been a star art pupil in Ron's class for two years. Ron seemed a big bugged. I asked what was wrong. "Oh, it's just that this project and working with you has really blown my mind and revolutionized my thinking. Don't get me wrong, I'd love to see Dave again. But... if he were to enter the picture here with us, I'm not sure what would happen or how I'd handle it." We had sat down at the loft dining table with a little orange juice. He looked at me a long moment. "You know, Danny... maybe it's because I'm on the rebound from my marriage, I don't know. It's just that... ah, I don't know how to say it." He paused again, then touched my hand. "It's like I'm almost... ah, almost, maybe... in love with you."

I told him, "Dave is my lifetime buddy and maybe my playmate, but he will never interfere with you and me, Ron. Maybe, some day, if he comes back and gets in shape and tanned... maybe he might be a good candidate for working on some of that sexy wrestling stuff Grayson talked about for the walls of the gym." I wasn't really sure I was telling the truth about what I said next, but I wanted to reassure him. "I know Dave scares you, Ron... and the idea of getting naked with another old student around might be really terrifying, but trust me to never push anything beyond what you can handle. In everything that's happened so far between us, except for me pulling off your shorts one day, I've let you lead the way. I've made a few tempting suggestions, but you've done it without me pushing. It will always be that way, and Dave will never effect what you and I have together."

He seemed satisfied. We hugged a long time before I left.

Every day of modeling was another day of wonderful, mutual orgasms, touching, fondling, licking and petting between us. Ron began to get more and more free with me. We started to lightly kiss on the lips the next Tuesday, and after we'd finished the painting on Thursday he'd again ferociously fucked my well-greased ass on the padded floor of the set. As he probed me with his hard cock, I probed his ass with one and then two greasy fingers, continuing to explore his insides as we showered following our sweaty orgy. Before the shower was finished I'd again filled Ron's mouth with a full load of my cum which he'd knelt in front of me to hungrily suck from by body.

Friday night, after work, tanning and the gym, I returned to my apartment to find Dave standing by the door. He'd clearly been crying, and he was a mess. He'd left Connie after a huge fight with only a suitcase filled with clothes. She had whatever money he'd saved, the furniture he'd bought, and his car. He said he had nothing... no job, no car, no money. I took Dave inside, sat him down on the couch, and let him spill out his heart. I sat next to him, finally taking him into my arms as he sobbed his heart out. He kept repeating, "God, have I fucked up!"

After an hour of heavy drama and tears, I got him into the shower and we carefully (and non-sexually) washed each other. He'd lost some pounds, a little of his musculature and all of his tan, but his light skinned, almost hairless body and long ivory cock still looked damn good. I got a hard on and he brushed against it a few times, but he was so emotionally spent that he barely got above soft as I washed him everywhere.

I took Dave to bed. We just laid together, holding each other and hugging, until we both fell asleep.

He awoke the next morning with a piss hard on that he didn't try to hide from me. I decided that at least he hadn't crawled all the way back into his shell. We had breakfast together naked and talked some more. He wasn't being at all emotional the morning after. I told him I'd been doing some nude modeling for a big project and that I had made quite a bit of money and was due to make a lot more. I could easily handle the rent and food for a while. I was sure he could get his old job back at Wal-Mart. "If you go to the gym, workout, get tanned and get that Hawaiian look back, Dave, I think I can even get you some body modeling, too." He seemed a little numb and asked no questions but just said, "That would be good."

I worked as a clerk that day. I told the boss that Dave's marriage hadn't worked out and that he had returned for good. The boss asked me if I was sure it wasn't just a fight. I said I was sure... very sure. The boss said I should send Dave it. He could even work full-time.

Dave met me at the gym and we worked out together. I took him to the tanning place afterward and bought him some hours in the "sun." That night we even fondled each other a little bit before we fell asleep.

Sunday's modeling gig with Ron seemed quite a bit different. At first, when I told him that Dave had returned, Ron seemed very reserved. We worked naked together, as usual, but he was soft most of the time and didn't seem to have his heart in it. Starting at our lunch break I must have said something reassuring that blew his fears away. That afternoon he was a tiger... like maybe he was trying to prove something to me.

Before we went back to work we experienced our first sixty-nine session together, and later that afternoon, just after the Polaroids were finished, we began finger-probing each other. Ron seemed to get all steamed up and we ended up on a big plastic drop cloth bathed in Vaseline and baby oil, deeply fingering each other as we sucked some more.

He rolled on to his stomach, spread his legs wide, and asked me to mount him. Very slowly, and very, very carefully I prepared him for the invasion with my greasy fingers. Then, I knelt between his knees and placed my big, thick, randy love muscle at his well-lubed entrance. For a while it was painful for him, even though I told him to press out, but then my thick cockhead slipped past his sphincter muscle. I went no further for many minutes. I kissed and licked his ears and cheek, running my hands over every part of him I could reach. After he got used to being penetrated that little bit, he reached back and pulled me deeper. He held his breath as I slipped more completely into his incredibly hot, tight channel.

I was in him again for a couple of long minutes before anything more happened. I just laid fully spread out on his moist body, my chest against his back, my legs against his, my arms fully stretched out over his, and my face cheek to cheek with his face. I very carefully pulled my cock back out of his channel about an inch, then took a long time pressing it back in. I waited a moment and then did it again. Ron moaned and began to slightly move his ass under me.

Slowly we both began to move, the momentum building like a snowball that sluggishly begins rolling down hill and then picks up energy and speed. In moments we were slamming together, my hard lance slipping up and down the inner walls of his exceptionally tight passage. He began to moan and groan as our faces pressed against each other. His breathing was very labored, but I knew that any pain was overcome by his extraordinary lust.

Soon it was pure, wild and frenzied man-sex. I was hammering my huge, engorged javelin deeply into Ron's innards, and his ass was rotating and pressing up against me, often shuddering violently. In his heavy breathing I heard him whisper, "Jeez... I'm cumming." His body again went rigid under me, and I froze, too... my penis squeezed unmercifully by his clinched sphincter. As soon as Ron let go, I knew that he was flooding the plastic beneath us. I began again to slam into him. I drove my bursting cock as deeply as I could into his vitals for another minute or so until I, too, went over the brink.

After it was over and we were just laying together, with me still fully imbedded in his tight ass, I realized that my energy had been totally tapped. Our fuck had been more ferocious than anything I'd ever experienced in my life.

Ron turned his head. I was still splayed out across his back with my cheek touching his. We kissed... fully on the lips. Moments later our tongues were entangled in a mutual frenching that also went way beyond anything I'd experienced before.

He acted as if he wanted me to fuck him again, since my cock was still fully buried in his ass and almost completely hard. My strength was totally sapped, so we laid together for a long time before moving to the shower. Afterwards, on the bed, Ron asked lots of questions. Had I ever had such good sex with anyone? No, never! (Hadn't even dreamed it could be that totally wild.) What kind of lover was Dave? Great, for a first time experience. (I thought I'd better put it that way.) Did I like his (Ron's) body? Awesome.

It was clear that Ron had decided to fight for my affections. He did admit, after a while, that no experience he'd ever had in his whole life compared with the sensations he'd experienced in our sexual encounters. Nothing he'd ever experienced with his wife or his girlfriends could compare in any way with what we'd been doing. I'd never had sex with a woman... only fondled and fumbled through layers of clothes with Ginger... but I couldn't imagine being able to be so wonderfully frenzied and abandoned with any female. Not even one of those terribly unappealing all-muscled woman bodybuilders.

On the way home I wondered what it would be like to try some of the things I'd done at that Hawaiian party with Dave and Ron together. I decided I'd better play it cool, at least until the paintings were finished.

Dave was horny that evening for the first time since coming back. I thought I was totally drained for the night, but a little fondling and kissing brought everything back to life. Dave, too, seemed to feel very savage and wild, and we spent an hour renewing our lust for each other and re-experiencing our Hawaiian sexuality. We both sucked in a riotous, rolling sixty- nine, and then frantically fucked each other.

After we'd both unloaded each other twice, we went to bed and snuggled together. I spent an hour telling Dave about my time with the Hawaiian bellman, my experiences stripping for the birthday party (fully explained in "Lifetime Buddies"), and all of the things that had happened with Ron, Grayson, the mansion and the paintings. Dave played with me as he listened, and then he got so steamed up he raised up his knees, pressed my fingers into his asshole, and asked me to fuck him again.

So... I had one more furious fuck that Sunday night. We, too, were savage and violent with each other. Which one was better? I could honestly never say. I just know that I'm glad Monday was my day off and I could allow my poor body to recover from that Sunday of unbridled, promiscuous passion.

That Monday evening, after dinner, a workout and tanning session, I again offered my well-lubed asshole to Dave for his explorations. He wanted to experiment with positions and seemed filled with lots of raw energy and lust, so we played for well over an hour before he exploded in my rectum. I just let him use me for his pleasure, revelling in my old buddy's gratification, and after he'd finished he pleasured me with a long, leisurely, inventive licking suck.

And so, life went on! Dave and Ron both pleasured me and used me each time we were together, and Ron continued to act as if he was in competition to see who could make my orgasms the most exhilarating. I was experiencing that sensation of strength and omnipotence again, dressing as sexy as I dared without being blatant, keeping deeply tanned and buffed, and watching people look and lust after me. I was at that age and time in my life where nothing else mattered but the physical. It felt good to hold the attention of women, but I was mostly turned on by the great number of men who seemed attracted to me.

I got greased up, rouged, and posed three times a week, made two hundred dollars each time (and usually left at least two loads of cum behind), and talked regularly to Grayson on the phone. I still worked at Wal-Mart part time, bought a better car (giving the old one to Dave), and tried to figure a way to get Dave and Ron together with me without blowing Ron's mind.

Dave was back to Hawaii-normal... deeply tanned, very muscular in that swimmer's way. He was very horny, and said he longed to get wilder, show himself off and pose with me. He had let his naturally light blond hair grow a bit and looked like he could star in the next "Blue Lagoon" remake.

One Monday night I planned a dinner for Dave and Ron. It was discussed with both for two weeks in advance. I think Ron was finally comfortable and curious about coming to our apartment and meeting Dave again.

I was surprised. The night went wonderfully well, and everyone seemed very cozy and relaxed. Dave had always been in awe of Ron's painting talents. He did a masterful job of making Ron feel like an idol that night. It was so comfortable that I suggested to Dave that he show Ron how his body had developed. After he got naked and Ron made lots of approving comments, I talked Dave into showing his prowess at self- sucking. Ron had never seen Dave naked and hard before and seemed very impressed. He got a large bulge in his shorts when Dave jacked off, got hard, and then sucked himself.

I took it all a step farther. I talked about some of the positions Dave and I could come up with for the two-man scenes Grayson wanted for the walls of the gym. Ron said he wanted to see, so I got naked and posed on my knees in front of Dave as a cocksucker, then got us both in a sixty-nine, and then got greased up and into a "doggy style" position so Dave could insert his long poker slightly into my ass.

I was surprised that Dave was so free in front of Ron, and that Ron seemed so eager and turned on. To be sure that Ron wasn't feeling left out, I climbed in his lap and fondled him, pulling his hard cock out of his shorts and sucking him a little as Dave watched. Dave moved over to be close to us and ended up sucking me. In minutes Ron's clothes were on the floor and he was fully participating with both of us, even examining, touching, licking and sucking Dave while Dave reciprocated.

We ended up in my bedroom in an orgy that lasted all night. First, I let Ron shove his well-greased cock deeply into my ass as I knelt "doggy style" on the bed. Dave then crawled under me so that we were in a sixty-nine position. Dave sucked me and played with Ron's balls as Ron began to ferocious fuck my well-used asshole. It took a few moments to get the timing right, but soon the three of us were moving in unison, fiercely fucking and sucking, with fingers fondling and/or deeply imbedded in each other's available orifices.

Ron was like a man possessed. It seemed like he couldn't get enough of either one of us and had first Dave and then me plow his tight, near-virgin ass. I was totally shocked that Ron let go as much as he did that night. Before the night was over each of us had exploded at least four times in each other's mouth or anus. We tried every conceivable three-way experience we could think of, too. I finally got so tired I just laid and watched the other two sixty-nine to a concluding, shuddering climax.

We slept in a pile until late the next day, and then re- tried all of the three-way combinations in the shower until the water turned cold.

Dave went to work, after a long, deep French kiss with Ron, and then Ron and I went to the studio for a day of posing and painting. I felt like I had two tigers on my hands. Both Ron and Dave had revelled in what we'd all done together and were raring to go again.

The following Sunday Dave came to the studio for the first time and we did a test painting for the gym. It was a pose of me hanging upside down on a workout machine with Dave standing in front of me and us sucking each other. Just the heads of our cocks were in each others mouth so the hard stems would both show. Our fingers appeared to be in each other's asses, too, and the final result was extremely erotic. We could only hold the pose for a few minutes before I had to get down (and right side up) to let the blood return to normal.

During our lunch break that day, after a wild three way orgy, Ron showed Dave a couple of the finished paintings. Dave seemed tremendously impressed! We finished the "hanging sixty-nine" painting that afternoon, and then retired for another three-way bout that seemed even more savage than any of the others.

Grayson was very excited about the painting when he received it by Fedex the following Tuesday. He called to say he wanted the three of us to fly to L.A. for the following three-day weekend to see what other ideas we can come up with, since we have only six more of my solo paintings to do.

So... Dave and I both got off work on Saturday, flew to L.A. with Ron and were again limo'd to Gray's mansion. The paintings that had been framed were all hanging in their special spots, as was the dual picture of Dave and me. Gray was very friendly with Dave and Ron, and downright mushy with me... doing lots of touching and shoulder and ass pats.

The four of us went out for dinner, and then Grayson showed us some sights. At one point, he asked if we'd be interested in going to a private party at another mansion. Gray said it would be a wild gay bash, and I thought Ron would want to stay away but he seemed interested.

Compared to what I did at the Hawaiian party, and what Ron, Dave and I had been doing together, this party was very tame. The two strippers only briefly showed their soft cocks at the end of their dances, and a few of the very classy guests openly kissed, but nobody got naked. In the limo on the way back to Gray's mansion, I asked him if that was the kind of party he wanted for his "unveiling." He just looked at me, smiled, and said the sky was the limit.

It was late when we got back to the mansion. Gray said he wanted to show me something, so I went to his suite while Dave and Ron went to our guest room. There was a thing Gray called a "pleasure swing" suspended in the play area of his beautiful "owners suite." I asked what it was for, and he said I could get naked and sit in it and he'd show me.

I said, "Great! But first, Gray, lets try a few more wrestling holds and take a swim to get tuned up." We stripped each other in his suite, left our party clothes in a pile on the floor and nakedly walked down to the gym. This time he didn't suggest we use supporters. We just began to wrestle bare ass naked, as if he'd thought about it and planned it that way.

The scene played out just like the last time, only it was much sexier. We touched, pressed against each other, got sweaty and hard, fondled each other almost everywhere and got in many positions where our crotches were in each other's faces. Once I almost licked his swollen cockhead when it was close to my face, but thought I'd wait to see what happened.

We swam, and then cuddled together in the shallow end of the pool, passing each other very wonderful compliments. Our hands began brushing against each others cocks and balls, and we spent a few moments in a mutual jack-off session before Gray whispered, "Let's try the swing."

Gray positioned me in the black straps, putting my hands into Velcro holders above my head. I was totally spread out before him, my cock, balls and asshole completely available to him above the straps, my legs spread wide and held in restraints, with my hands above my head.

He stood before me and began to lick my chest, nibbling and sucking my surprisingly sensitive nipples. I could do nothing but trust him. "So, Gray... back in control, again?", I said. He grinned. "Don't you forget it." He licked and sucked my chest, stomach, cock, balls, and then knelt under me to lick my asshole and the area between asshole and balls he called the "frenum."

On and on he went, licking every tender part of my anatomy in a most titillating manner. Gray was clearly a total expert at oral eroticism. He slowly stroked himself as he laid on a low stool to lick and suck me. Then, after he'd fondled, tongued, and created a mind blowing feeling in my big dick, he knelt in front of me and sucked it in all the way. His educated mouth took more of me than anyone else had done, and his lips and tongue began to work over my sensitive cockhead until I was moaning and writhing with pleasure. His expert mouth created such ecstatic sensations that I finally could hold back no longer. I filled his hot gullet with my cream as he ferociously sucked every drop from my body.

He left me restrained and continued to caress and stroke my body, concentrating his efforts on my twitching asshole, balls and cock. I lost my full hardness for only a few moments following my orgasm, and then he had me thrashing around in the swing in ecstasy again.

I watched Gray take a tube of lube and begin finger fucking himself right in front of me. Then he began to handle my throbbing cock with his slippery hands, clearly preparing me for an anal invasion. When all was ready, Gray backed up to my cock, pressed against me with his body, using his hands to hold my weapon in position, and then pushed back in one long drive until I was fully imbedded in him. I could only think of what an expert he must be to take such a big club up his ass so quickly and completely.

He rode me ferociously, slamming backwards, rotating his body to fully pleasure the both of us. Both of his hands had reached between his legs to pull and knead my tender balls. Gray knew just where the edge of pain and pleasure was, and he did everything to keep the sensations right on that brink. I was restrained and could do nothing but enjoy the amazing sensations as his educated asshole rode my cock.

No matter how much I wanted to reciprocate, the restraints held me to do nothing more than simply savor the amazing experience. Gray had certainly done this before. His ass muscles milked my palpitating penis in every way imaginable until I could stand it no longer. Blast after blast of my molten cum shot into his deep, tight tunnel. Gray continued to ride me more until my tender cockhead was so hypersensitive that I almost screamed from the combination of pleasure and pain.

Finally he slipped off of my near-bursting cock and began to unfasten the Velcro manacles. We showered together. After we'd dried each other, I grasped his hands. "Okay, big boy... now it's my turn." I picked Gray up and carried him to the edge of the bed, set him down, pushed him back, knelt down between his legs and proceeded to give him a full tongue washing. As I licked his balls and the stem of his cock it began to fill out again. He acted as if he wanted to sit up. I pushed him back, then sucked him in and began working my tongue in every way the experiences of those months had taught me.

I fondled and pulled on his balls as he had done to me, and then licked and sucked until he was squirming on the bed. I probed his moist ass with two fingers, toyed with his balls with the other hand, and finally mouthed his randy cock until it was throbbing between my lips.

Just before I thought he was about to go over the brink, I stopped sucking and released his randy prick from my mouth. I picked up a rolled condom from his supply on the bedside table, rolled it down his vibrating stem, quickly added a packet of lube, crawled up on his body to straddle his midsection, and then settled back on his pole.

Gray's medium thick joy stick slipped deeply in to my asshole with only a slight discomfort, and then I started to buck and ride. Since I'd had him at the brink with my sucking, the action was quick. His hands had found my cock and I rode his log as he pumped mine. Without much warning, Gray filled the condom in my ass as his body thrashed beneath me. I bucked and bounded, wanting to give him the same painful pleasure he'd inflicted on me by continuing the action after the explosion. Gray continued pumping my cock until I again erupted, this time having my spunk cover his body beneath me.

After we cleaned up there was a lot of embracing and kissing to follow, and it was three-thirty-five on the bedside clock when I finally slipped from his slumbering grasp and tip- toed to our guest room.

I didn't want to wake anyone, and I need not have worried. Ron and Dave were on the floor, with Ron's cock deeply buried in Dave's ass. Their fuck was about to conclude, and I just stayed and watched, unnoticed, as their bodies thrashed and shuddered in the ecstasy of orgasm.

They cleaned up and then we all climbed in together and traded notes. All of us were totally spent from a night of multiple orgasms.

The next day Dave and I posed for what ended up to be six more paintings. We found every conceivable way of connecting and mounting each other in wrestling holds, gymnastic positions, and anything else two males could do together in a gym. Out of the more than two dozen positions we discovered and demonstrated, Gray chose six. He was very excited, very touchy-feely to both Dave and me, and heavy in to making suggestions. Ron photographed, Gray watched, and Dave and I pleasured each other through two orgasms as we experimented for the pictures. I became aware that my blasts came much more quickly if I was aware I was performing and being watched by an audience.

The slides were far too explicit to get developed in our town, but Gray knew of a place in Hollywood that wouldn't be offended, so Ron left the rolls with him. Both Dave and I received a check for two-thousand each for the weekend, and Gray said Dave would also receive two hundred a day for each day he posed. Ron was happy because he was being paid by the painting, and we'd just invented six more to do for the project.

Gray said that Dave should come for the unveiling, too. I suggested we could both pose in the gym to match some of the paintings near the end of the party and give his guests a real thrill. Gray seemed very excited about the possibilities, and said he'd be the hit of his little gay community if two studs like Dave and I put on a show that wild.

We had time, since our flight wasn't due to leave until the next day. I became aware that Ron wasn't going to get naked or let Gray see him do anything sexual. I got Dave to the side and told him to be careful. I later realized that Gray wasn't going to get naked in front of Ron, either.

Dave and I swam, worked out naked in the gym, and then Gray said he would get his favorite masseur to work us over after dinner. Again, the food was terrific in the little French restaurant we went to, and the private massage was absolutely terrific. The gay masseur did me first, said (in his foreign accent) that he really liked my body and "wonderful phallus," and then proceeded to wipe me out and unload my balls for the next ninety-minutes. He did the same to Dave right afterward.

Gray invited me to his room at bedtime. I got an idea. "Gray... how about a little variety in your life. I don't want you to get bored with me. Tonight you get just Dave, or me'n Dave... your choice." He said he wasn't ready yet for a threesome. He chose Dave.

Ron and I had our own little orgy with a nice, long, wonderful cum apiece, but mostly we just cuddled, stroked each other's worn-out bodies... and purred. Ron said he'd never felt so fulfilled and cared for in his life. I agreed.

Things changed a little more. Ginger was getting an earful from her best friend Connie about the failed marriage with Dave, and I was spending my Friday night dates with Ginger defending my friend. It was crucial because Dave now lived with me, which made Ginger say she didn't feel like coming over anymore. After two weekends of heavy discussions (and no mushiness or petting), I hung it up with Ginger after a six year relationship. I didn't feel sad, really. In fact, I felt strangely free of an obligation I no longer wanted!

On Tuesday's and Thursday's, Ron and I worked on the last of my solo pictures, and on Sunday's Dave and I posed in Ron's studio for the first of our dual pictures. Ron prepared Dave just as he did me, and if either or both of our cocks were to show in the painting, Ron rouged both of our cockheads and colored our balls.

The dual's took a lot longer to paint, because there were two bodies to deal with instead of one. Every session was preceded and followed with an automatic three-way orgy of some kind. Lot's of experimentation, lots of hugs, mushy kissing and... lots and lots of hard, driving sex. Each of us delivered at least three or four loads of cum to and/or in each other before any dual painting day was over.

When my last solo painting was finished, we had a Thursday left over when Dave wasn't available because of his job at Wal-Mart. Ron and I spent that whole day together in the big, isolated studio trying everything over and over that two naked and randy males could do with each other. I noticed that my semen supply seemed much greater than it had been. There were the days of sex with Ron, and then almost every night was filled with sex with Dave. It was kind of like... the cum factory stoked up to keep up with the demand.

Ron and I sucked and fucked through about six wild orgasms each in that long Thursday of euphoria and excess. The whole experience that day was even wilder than normal and bordered on being out of control. Sometimes the encounters were very tender, and sometimes it was rough, hard, pounding man-sex of the wildest kind, with lots of groans, moans, yells and screams that would have rocked the neighbors... if there were any.

Finally, the last dual was finished, too. Dave, Ron and I celebrated with a three-way orgy that left all of us totally drained and exhausted. Both my asshole and my cock felt at the end like they'd never function as they should again.

But.... of course, they did!

The big "unveiling party" was planned for a week from Saturday night. Ron had chosen not to go, since he was fearful of his reputation and had signed every photo with a phony name. Gray and I spent some hours on the phone discussing plans, and he made it clear that he didn't want his friends to see him naked or being sexual with me (or Dave).

Both Dave and I started the party being fully clothed, and wearing a wig and some professional make-up that completely fooled everyone. We wandered among the thirty-four guests throughout the whole mansion, meeting people and admiring the paintings with them without either of us once being recognized.

In the main party room there was a three-piece band with a surprisingly good sound. The lead singer was a good looking kid who called himself "Stone." He was about twenty-five, had his shirt open showing a pretty good body, had dark hair that hung halfway down to his waist, and looked and sounded sexy. Gray had said the band was gay and that he'd once seen them perform in the nude.

After about forty-five minutes I felt the time had come to liven things up a bit. I went to the guest bathroom with Dave, locked the door, and we stripped completely. We took off the make-up, but I got the idea to leave on the wig on for a little while to show the others how they had been fooled. We caressed and stroked each other until we were both fully hard and then went out again to mingle.

One by one, as the guests saw us, there was a gasp of surprise. Before long we were in the party room with the band and all the guests had gathered around. Dave and I demonstrated some of the dual paintings on the floor right in front of the band. The lead singer got naked and showed his pretty little glistening six incher hard as a rock, but all the other guests seemed kind of inhibited. Not much that we did (including a heavy sixty-nine session with two loads of cum sprayed around) loosened up any of the guests, even though I'm sure every one of them would say they had a terrific time. I did include Stone in one of our little sex scenes, sucking his neat cock as he tried to sing while Dave was nine inches deep in my lubed ass.

After the party was over and everyone had left, Gray, Dave and I swam naked in the pool and cooked for a while in the Jacuzzi. Gray asked us what was next. We told him we weren't sure, since our lives had so radically changed in the past few months. Gray suggested we consider moving to L.A. He said he knew we could make big money stripping and doing our sex acts at private parties. "You can get paid for what you do at home for free," he said.

Gray thought the reason everyone was so reserved was that they were too many and some were business executives worried about their reputations. "Four to six guests seems to be best if it's going to get sexy," he said. "I'll bet I can get you booked into eight or nine small, intimate parties from the group that was here tonight, and you can make as much as a grand a piece for the night if you're free enough to fool around with the guests and each other." Gray said that if we wanted to make the move we could stay at the mansion for up to a month while we got situated, and that he also knew a guy who "booked" people like us into entertaining at gay sex parties. He was sure the guy would keep us very busy.

We climaxed the night with a wonderful, sometimes tender and cuddly, sometimes savage and frenzied three-way experience in which Gray was completely uninhibited and wild with both of us at the same time. Gray said he was in love with both of us and would do whatever we liked. We all slept together in a single naked pile in Gray's huge bed.

The next day, before we left, Gray gave Dave a check for another two thousand dollars, and my final bonus for the modeling work was twenty thousand. Certainly enough to consider paying for a move to the big city. (I'd made twenty- two thousand in bonuses and been paid two hundred dollars for thirty-four modeling days. That's sixty-eight hundred plus twenty-two thousand... twenty-eight thousand, eight hundred for a couple of months work.) Dave and I had also gotten enough hugs, kisses and compliments to make us big headed forever.

As I sit here, reminisce and write this, I'm not sure what we'll do... except take another week's vacation in Hawaii. The bellman knows we're coming. Keiko has us booked into another birthday party at his friend's place in the high rise condo as the night's entertainment. We've already booked the flights.

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Again... hope you liked it. There are a few more of my stories you can find on Nifty by scrolling to "Miscellaneous," then to "Prolific Authors," and then down to my name... Bill Fore. (I've been "prolific" for years, but I'm taking Penicillin [or maybe it was penis-cillin].) Comments? E-mail them to me at b4@earthlink.net while you're thinking of it.