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Another day, another canvas. I was so glad my mother and sister years ago, had convinced me to go to art school. Learning from great teachers enhanced my abilities and creativity, which allowed my passion to be my profession too. I was living a sweet dream, despite the Chicago winters, making the picturesque Lake Michigan even colder. Yet now in my early 30's, my artwork was featured in offices, sold at auctions, and most thrilling raised money for conservation causes. To think that my canvases had been sold across the US and globe, sometimes it did make my head rather big. Yet a trip down memory lane, which wasn't always pleasant, was a stern reminder to just paddle in this direction humbly.
Dad was abusive to us all. While I was saddened that the booze and drugs, caused him to die young in his 40's, our entire family suffered from his unpredictable violence in Baltimore. My mother, sister, and I were beaten relentlessly by this supposed "family man, and pillar of the community." To his credit he had helped lower income families with his business connections, we all felt deep down this was how he "manipulated" who he was. A monster with a kind smiling face, that could do no wrong. He was seen giving homeless people food and jackets, but bashing my moms television with a baseball bat, before choking her out. Kids loved to say hi to him, even though he slapped my sister and I around.
Mom had since remarried to an extremely gracious man. My sister and I fully approved of him, and although we were older now, we could always call Charlie for advice. He really helped my sister believe in herself, and now she was one of Baltimore`s best attorneys. Also he never made fun of me being gay, any of my lovers, or my dream that became true in art. He actually helped in my career trajectory, and his already grown daughter was my best friend. Cindy would be visiting next week, so I paid a custodial company to help me clean up my three bedroom loft. It overlooked the lake, which was in a trendy atmosphere, and which also allowed my creativity to flourish when out of ideas. All artists have off days, whether it's a concept, or the execution of a painting thought over for hours.
My latest series was on endangered birds, and I had made a business agreement with the Audubon Society. My point of contact, Manager of Operations Paul had been wonderful since day one of our partnership. What started out as a business deal, had led to us dating each other. He was going to attend a movie with me later, and we had a really good connection. Similarly he had grown up with an abusive father, and while, yes, he suffered, it made him decide to also take another path in life. His was still alive, although he was in a 8 by 10 cell for attempted murder. They had no contact, and I always hugged Paul when he was upset by this.
While it wasn't a family member, Paul was in his late 20's, which most of us know is a transitionary part of life. I didn't probe, but his dad shot a man, who he thought was stealing from him. It was the other guy. While the man lived, he had scars from the .45 caliber bullet, and used a cane to get around. From what I learned his dad would probably die in jail, and according to him, that was "fine." Yet his voice cracked betraying his facial expression emotion. I remember holding his hands, and reminding him "I'm here for you always." It was nice to be hugged by Paul, and I meant exactly what I said. Both of us had discussed around the house, in town, or in bed after passionate love making what had shaped us. Our honesty and shared pains, made our bonds that much stronger.
As I finished another painting for a local law firm, I took a break to give it another look. Being a perfectionist was a difficult thing to live with. Yet perhaps it made me better. Making a cup of tea, I looked at the canvas. It was what they wanted, which was an outdoor scene in the fall, with foliage changing and a lake in the background. Ten hours in just a few minor touch ups were needed, and I'd have $5,000 in my savings account. My hope was this firm would also go with an idea I proposed to them, of Chicago night life with a series of scenes put in. The lead partner Bill Jameson was in favor of this, but his underlings were reticent. Attorneys made a lot of money, often were power brokers, but they were really out there on matters that would seem mundane.
For now this would take a break, as I put my supplies away, and wrote the relevant notes. Hopping in the shower, I made sure to shampoo my blonde hair well, and soap myself up with the moisturizing soap. Painting is more intensive work than most think. No it's not playing for the Bulls up and down the court, but you don't see a lot of fat artists. According to my scale I was still 6'3 and 190 pounds, and my pant size was a nice 34x32. Looking in the full mirror, I looked sharp from head to toe. I saw a nude male and shaved off the scruff from my beard, and manscaped my pubes to be more short per my lovers desire. He wanted me to go smooth like he did, but I did that once as a teenager, and found it uncomfortable and itchy.
Putting on my curve cologne, I added a casual dress suit on top of my white Fruit of the Loom underwear. My casual Clark's shoes were comfortable, and I made more tea, along with coffee for Paul who lived on it. He did work often 12 to 16 hours a day downtown, and was responsible for a lot of Audubon Society fundraising and marketing. Some of his duties included corporate reach out and member retention. Definitely a lot of hats, but at 27 years old, he was able to juggle these duties well. Standing in at 5'7 and 145 pounds or so, with a boyish face and grin, his brown hair and blue eyes always caught my attention. The first time I met him there was some sort of allure, that I couldn't label or identify as such. Even now six months later, we had amazing chemistry and understanding for each other.
The doorbell rang and Max my dimwit Rottweiler barked. He was all bark and no bite despite being 110 pounds. Paul used to be terrified of him, but they had since become buds, even cuddling up while watching a movie. They were really cute. Mark and I greeted each other with a kiss. It was so good to spend time with him, as the last week had been busy. He was always so considerate, and asked me if he could see my new painting. He and Max walked over to it. He was really quiet. "Is it that bad?" He was still silent. No reaction. "It's your best yet, Terry. This is incredible!" I hugged him, and he showed me why he thought this, and also how I had blended the colors gave this more of a realistic look to it but still was mysterious." I laughed. "Are you saying I'm becoming more sophisticated?" "Definitely love." We kissed and held hands. Soon I had his strong coffee with milk and sugar to him, as I drank more green tea. He was wearing the pink shirt I had first, had a romantic call with.
That was a great night, as we had been dating for several weeks. We had spent time at the Audubon Society, museums, restaurants. Even our walks in downtown, or relaxing by Lake Michigan we're transcendent type of moments. We fit like a glove. The ying and yang might be cliche, but he brought warmth and silliness that had long disappeared. Yet he had relit that lantern, and the pink shirt came off with his underwear, as he gave me a blowjob of the most toe curling I had ever experienced. We made love like wild and rabid hyenas, as I spent the night at his place. Being awoken to coffee and breakfast, it was a special time.
This memory admittedly made me hard, but I maintained my composure as we went to the movies. I had printed them out in advance, and here in this part of town, we could comfortably hold hands, kiss, and hug. Sadly on the other side of Chicago was the opposite, with economic woes and daily shootings. Paul and I talked about this a lot, and every time we brainstormed a solution, there were still more problems opened. A lot of people unfairly criticized our city for political reasons, and we didn't like it, although true there were "two windy city's." Our walk wasn't too long, and we arrived at the mall. I made sure Paul got soda too, and we agreed to share a popcorn bucket together. He made me laugh with the "hole at the bottom" joke. I smiled at him playfully, and said "I'd like that."
We found our seats, and held hands, as we watched the never ending previews. There weren't many people watching the romantic comedy we were. Yet once it came on, Paul and I loved the story and funny lines. It was a perfect combination of a plot that led to occasional strong laughs, but not so many on either extreme that messed up the film. I saw why it had gotten such high reviews from internet columnist Mark Lavinchi. He was always my "go to person" for movies, and again he didn't disappoint. Paul and I had a wonderful two hour diversion from reality. As the lights came on, Paul and I held our hands again, and decided we would do dinner.
Luxby's was a family diner, that Paul and I both liked a lot. It wasn't anything fancy. Instead it was honest, and our usual server Jenny waited on our table. Blonde and going to Northwestern, she was vibrant, smart, and we enjoyed our lunch and dinners with her. We shared a lot together in our times together. She was happy to have friendly gay guys who wouldn't hit on her, and she also told us about her boyfriend and class challenges. We were trying to show her some good ideas, and she enjoyed our advice. As usual I got a burger and fries, and Paul got a Caesar salad with soup.
The seats were well used, but ultimately comfortable. We always laughed about the hokey license plates, that covered practically the entire front interior. Yes it was cheesy, but John the owner had been all over the US. To his credit he had some rare issued ones, and was a kind older man, who was a fixture of this neighborhood. He had always had a policy of giving unused food to homeless people, which we always thought was very compassionate. John was religious, and preached love of the impoverished. "The meek shall inherit the earth" was his favorite religious quote from the Bible. Yes he always carried one, but he was respectful to people of all faiths. He cared for us despite "homosexuality being a sin." Paul and I always smiled, when he said "there are far worst sins."
The crusty guy was probably right. Jenny laughed when we told her of that. Her response was a smile, shrug "that's John." We didn't know this until now, but he had really been supportive of our young friend. He had even bought her college books, which were higher than what she had in her bank account. As Jenny traveled to our other tables, Paul and I clenched our hands. We both agreed that John was a wonderful man. Sometimes in this world you hear and see the worst, as that tends to be the loudest. Yet whether kind acts of faith, or gentle things, they'd be less noisy. It seemed like the news channels, local or the corporate leviathans, only heard the loud unfortunately.
As we finished dinner, I paid the check, with the usual 50% gratuity for our beloved young lady. Paul wanted some ice cream, so we went to Ben and Jerry's. I had the strawberry toffee, he had the German chocolate cake. Sitting at the table, the 1980's Aerosmith playing or maybe it was the 90's, Paul gave me a mischievous grin with his lips wrapped around the spoon. I finally said "what is it?" "I got some edible paints for us, in a bag at your house. It's time I joined you in for some art." Oh wow. My eight inches immediately became activated, like a radar station just sent the mission the launch command. I was more than intrigued, and now thought of my lover with my penis in him and us kissing with a maximum level of passion and desire. It took all of my willpower, in a public place but looking into his blue eyes, the tension between us was thick. Not only did we need to get back to my house, it was time for this art work to commence.
The balmy air felt good, as did Paul's ass when I grabbed those tight fitting blue jeans. He had the best looking rear end in Levi's. Our favorite joke was him as a Levi model, but quite often I'd admire how they seemed to fit his nice 32" waist. Thin and athletic too, there was no large gap, so he was obviously tight. It felt so amazing when other guys or women checked his backside out. Then again he was so cute, as that blonde hair lit up under the sun. How did I land such a sexy guy? His Ocean Pacific Juice cologne made me hot, as it's fitness infused citrus drove me mad.
As we arrived at the condo, I knew that I'd have to take Max out. Paul told me to, "enjoy your walk, and I'll have a surprise for you." We kissed with vigor, and his fingers doing figure 8's on the back of my neck, meant I was going to be really enjoying our sexually charged environment. Kissing he ducked my fingers too, and somehow stumbling with a gigantic hard on, I was able to get Max around the block. At 9 he was slowing down, so it took considerable time. Plus he went right to his cage, and laid down on his plush dog bed. Within a minute he was fast asleep, and then I saw him.
Completely naked, his hands on the wall. I so wanted to penetrate him. Yet next to Paul and that bubbly smooth ass, was a paint brush with multiple colors of "edible paint." "Use your brush on me baby, paint me as you see fit." I took my clothes off too, with only my boner extended tighty whities on, and felt that ass up. As warm and smooth as ever, Paul looked so hot. Kissing I painted his butt cheeks orange, and then went around his waist with blue and a mixture of rainbow colors. This combination of his nude body and painting brought out something new in me. The paint dried really fast, and I told him to "turn around."
Oh what a beautiful canvas. His smooth but well defined chest, and shaved cock and balls looked so good. I obviously had sucked him off before, and couldn't wait to, but I first painted his penis glow in the dark yellow. His testicles were now neon green, and as I turned off the lights, it was a eureka moment of sexuality that I never dreamed possible. Sure I found it sensual to paint his genitals, nipples, and peach like ass, but the lights off showed me a new view of my lovers anatomy. Obviously I liked what I saw, as the aroma of paint, his musky masculinity, and his cologne brought me out of my shell and into full awareness.
Kissing in the dark, I felt him touch my chest and move his warm hands into my underwear. Sliding them off, our tongues danced more, and the heat of mercury in our thermometer had busted loose. As Paul stroked my hard penis delicately, and oh how he just new where my balls were sensitive. Aching and sore the sperm pressure was real, and he had me lit up with a fury that was soon to be unleashed. I was in another dimension as looking at his glowing penis, I just new art time was over for now. Rembrandt would understand, as it was as if I was a boy again, looking at the statues of nude men in the art gallery. Paul heard me growling primally and knew full well.
I licked his rear end and cheeks. The paint didn't have much of a taste, but I felt it with my taste buds. His ass sweat and asshole were all I paid attention to, as my tongue and fingers made him whimper. This was just the beginning, as I threw him on the couch, and sucked the glow in the dark paint from his groin. His musky taste and balls were slurped with authority, as I showed him the man he knew and so desired to make love to him. I knew he was ready, but sucked his cute cock all the way in, and kept fingering him until he was completely in my possession. Oh yes I was in his mind, heart, and penis. I had him in control, and I was going to make him feel the drive he sprang on me.
I picked him up and took him to the bed. Both buck naked, I got on top of him so he could feel my strength and weight. Kissing him vivaciously and with purpose, our penises rubbed together. Our hearts beat as one. We were in unison on a mission of vigor and love. Holding hands I moved down on his beautiful penis again. In my mouth I went down on him all the way, as I wanted him to know I got him more than wrapped around my fingers. Licking and slurping his balls, up and down his crack my tongue and fingers explored. He was in pure bliss. Soon he turned the tables though as Paul, grabbed me and jumped on my extended fully eight inches of my manhood in his wet hot burning hot oven of a mouth. His lips enveloped my groin, and my eyes rolled involuntarily from sensory overload.
A lot of men had given me blowjobs, but Paul sucked my soul out. It was another dimension of unexplainable passion. My fingers grabbed the sheets. Toes were curled with an arched back. Every nerve ending. He had my balls one by one in too, and really throated me so hard I could smell the testosterone and hear the clicking. Looking at him for a second, he smiled at me. My precum on his lips hanging, oh yes his teeth even had my dna on them as he was doing everything to make me twist and turn. He kept polishing my knob with purpose, and finally just cooed quietly "make love to me sexy man."
I bent him over. His ass up in the air so beautiful. It was a sight that affected me completely, and as I lubed myself up and him too, it was the itch that had to be scratched. My cock head breached him slowly. Could feel that popping. Oh yes I was in and greeted to a moan, and Paul turned around and looked at me. "Oh you're bigger than ever, please be easy on me." That was in the cards and not, as I pushed in to remind Paul who the man was in our dynamic relationship. Oh yes I was inserting further, and starting to slide and stretch his hole with every inch of length and girth that my penis had. Usually good sex started off in that area, but I was warm all over as my penetrating had gone all over me with such a rush.
His gasps of glory let me know, and I felt the surge of warmth and excitement all over me. Soon he was riding me. I felt his balls in my palms, and we kissed. He felt mine up as well, and the feeling of being complete was in the air. Our heavy breathing and heart rates, two in a unison of unspeakable pleasure. Making love as two who care for each other can, he was so good to be with as it was a erotic and loving experience. Our kisses and touching each other, our hands together as we motioned as one was the most ecstasy one could ever go through.
Soon we were going at it from the side. I was all the way in him. Paul's deep ocean blue eyes said what he couldn't. Words that were indecipherable came out, as I kept pushing myself in him further and with a fury to boot. Kissing we felt phenomenal, and I felt him tense up and his hard cock, exploded all over the place. His orgasm was intense and turned me on to a unexpected plane. Oh yes as my groin started to sing, my inner working factory churned, I came inside him so forcefully and with such an awe inspiring sensation. It just kept flying out of me, filling up my lover with all of my juices.
We held each other. Kissing and naked, our hands and feet touching. To know that we both climaxed together, what better loving experience could be achieved? Our comfort and trust level was so high. I stroked his hair, and whispered sweet nothings into his ears. Our sweaty yet connected bodies together, the warmth of which could light the fireplace as the weather turned as it always did. I had the man I loved, and tomorrow when he was at work, I would make sure he got flowers and chocolate from me. He was all I could dream of, and as we slept together, the best zenful feeling of all had been achieved.