This is a work of fiction. It is straight out of my imagination, except for most of the pagan practices mentioned. This is written for adults and if you are not supposed to read this where you live, then please don't.
Part 20
The next day was spent working on my artwork. I was a little behind, but I was sure I would have it all done in time. I had several pencil drawing to do and I was working on them little by little; not spending too much time on each. I work best if I put the picture down and come back to it several times. I staggered the pictures, working on each for an hour or so in turn.
I was working on a picture of a cute little girl who made me smile every time I looked at her. She was the daughter of a local lawyer, and he was having the picture drawn for her grandmother. Her cute little nose was upturned and freckles spread across her cheeks. I thought of how much I had always wanted a child. I figured it wouldn't happen. I could adopt, but that would be a fight. I could find a surrogate, but that would be expensive, and could be a legal and emotional nightmare. I would put it in the hands of the Goddess, and wait for my time to come.
I took a break for lunch and checked my email. I saw an email from Sal and figured it was about a painting of mine. I checked it last and was surprised to find it was about Owen's nude of me. Sal said it had been sold to an independent buying agent. The only thing he could get out of her, was that her client was from Savannah.
"Savannah," I whispered out loud in surprise. This was an odd coincidence. I couldn't imagine anyone in town that would have wanted that painting. I re-read the email and then signed out.
I started thinking about the painting. It was very flattering, and must have been painted before he became so bitter. I couldn't remember the last time I painted a nude. I, at one time, filled pads of paper and scores of canvasses with nude men and women. I wondered if I could still give it try. I got an idea and couldn't wait for Ryan to get home.
I was sitting in the den watching TV when Ryan got home from work. He sat next to me and loosened his tie. I put my hand on his thigh and leaned over for a kiss. He met my lips and we lost ourselves for a few moments. My hand moved slowly up his leg to the bulge in his crotch. I was impressed by his youthful readiness.
"Let's go," he said. He started to get up, but I caught the waist of his trousers and pulled him back down.
"Where do you think you are going," I asked.
"To the bedroom, and I am taking you with me," he said with smoldering eyes and a fiendish grin.
"We don't have to go anywhere," I said as I sat up and slung my leg across him, to face him in his lap. I grabbed his face between my hands and kissed him hard, exploring his mouth with my tongue. I could taste the breath mint that he must have had before he got home.
I nuzzled his neck and nipped at his ear. He pulled at his tie and tossed it across the room. I stopped and looked over my shoulder at the tie on the floor. I looked back at him, and then at the tie. I sighed and started kissing him again. I pulled at his shirt and slowly edged my way out of his lap. I got on my knees and licked at his nipples. I trailed my tongue down his abs, and dove into his sensitive bellybutton. He laughed and tried to push me away. I mercifully moved further down and unbuttoned his pants. He lifted his butt so that I could pull them off.
He was wearing light blue boxer-briefs. I pulled at the waist band, beginning to get impatient. I released his cock and pulled his underwear off and tossed it over my shoulder. Ryan laughed as I went back to my work. I stuck out my tongue and teased the tip of his dick. I pulled the foreskin back completely to lick the sensitive head. I put the head in my mouth and sucked it gently. Ryan moaned and leaned back into the sofa.
I continued licking and teasing his cock, as he squirmed in the soft cushions. Ryan was harder than he had been in a while. His cock was like a steel rod under the soft skin. I sucked it all the way in and pushed it down my throat. Ryan gasped and I knew he was going to cum. He arched his back and thrust his hips forward. I could feel the cum hit the back of my throat. He held my head in his crotch as his cream filled my throat.
When he recovered he looked down at me still on my knees. He pulled me towards him and kissed me, exploring my mouth, surely tasting his cum. I tried to stand up, but he wouldn't let me go. I fell on top of him on the sofa and he laid back pulling me closer to him. I reached down and pulled at my trousers until I had them unzipped. I tugged as best as I could, still kissing, and rubbing my body against his.
I pulled my underwear aside and released my cock. It popped out and struck his thigh. I reached down and pulled his legs up around my waist. I spit in my hand and rubbed it on his ass. I positioned the head against his hole and pushed it in, all the way. His stomach tensed and he raised up from the sofa and wrapped his arms around me. I put my hands on the arm of the sofa above his head and started stroking into him. He moaned and thrust his hips in time with me. His upper body hung from my shoulders.
I felt my orgasm build and my breathing picked up. My sweat dripped down onto Ryan, beneath me. Ryan grunted with each thrust, and the sound made me go over the edge. I moaned out loud as my cum shot into his ass. I slowed down and then fell on top of him. My dick popped out and Ryan pulled me into a tight embrace. We laid together and nearly fell asleep.
I could hear Ryan's stomach growl, so I made him get up. I walked down the hall naked, and grabbed the phone. I pressed the speed dial button for the Chinese restaurant down the street. I ordered some dinner and went to find Ryan asleep on the sofa. I snuck up next to him and tickled his sides. He jumped up, rolling into a ball and laughed frantically.
"That is what you get for falling asleep on me," I said smiling down at him. He rolled over on his back and smiled up at me.
A little while later the doorbell rang. I grabbed my pants off of the floor and struggled to put them on as I stumbled to the foyer. I buttoned my pants and opened the door. My usual delivery guy, Sam, was on the porch.
"Hello, Mr. Caison," he said holding the bags out in front of him. "You must have someone over, `cause you ordered a lot of food." He looked at me standing there shirtless and smiled. "Oh, you do have someone over," he said, his eyes lighting up. Sam had been one of the friends trying to fix me up. He had even offered up his son, whom was now an architect in Atlanta. He tried to look around me, but I countered his moves and stepped outside.
"How much do I owe you," I said, pulling out my wallet.
"Oh, it is going to be like that, huh," he asked looking annoyed. "It's not a woman is it, `cause I wouldn't tell anyone." I laughed at how comfortable he was with me, and how unconventionally he thought. He himself was married and ran the restaurant with his wife, who was Chinese. He was a from California, but was stationed here when he was in the Army. He liked it so much he decided to stay. They ran a successful business. He delivered food just to get exercise and fresh air.
"Ok, his name is Ryan, and we are together. He lives here and he is now nude on the sofa. Anything else you want to know?"
"How big is his...," he started to ask, but I cut him off.
"Sam, come on," I said trying not to get loud. "Sometimes I wonder about you."
"Hey, I am a guy, I compare, and I appreciate good equipment," he said smiling.
"Well, it is nice. Very nice. Big enough, and...," I looked around and then whispered, "uncut."
"Wow, is he from America. Lin's brother isn't cut, but he was born over there."
"I swear, Sam, you are a character. He is from California, like you. Now go on before my potstickers get cold." I handed him the money and a big tip. He thanked me, wished me a nice evening, and waved as he jogged down the sidewalk. I tried to stop laughing as I walked back inside.
(To be continued)
The next chapter will be submitted soon.
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