Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Artistic Pursuit - Part 2

Artistic Pursuit

Story by Larry

Part 1 of 2

I’m addicted and always have been addicted to porn.  As young as I can remember I would sneak peeks at guys in showers, in bathrooms, you name it.  I would be walking down the hall at school and wonder what some of the guys looked like under their clothes.  Middle school wasn't too bad but as I got into high school and the guys got more athletic and buff it became a lot harder to hide my addiction.  Actually I don’t know if it was an addiction or an obsession.  I actually think it was a mixture of both.  I was obsessed with my addiction to men and sex.

I loved gym class even though I was the least athletic student in high school.  The only reason I went was to watch the guys change into their jocks and shorts for class and out of them to take showers after class.  I even offered to help out in the locker room during games and such just to get even a glimpse of their bodies. 

I got to be friendly with a few of them.  Either they didn't care that I stared from time to time or they didn't realize but we became friends.  I had at least a dozen different guys I liked spread through the teams for one reason or another.  Maybe one had a really nice ass, or one would have a great build or another would have a thick cock or a long cock of great chest hair or something.  I wished I could lump them all together into one most fantastic dream man.

I was very artistic so I decided to do a pencil drawing of each ones best attributes.  I love this one’s great way he wore his hair coupled with the way this one used his facial hair in a pencil out line of his face.  I also loved this one's great eyes and this one’s great nose or mouth.  Then again I loved maybe this one’s PECs with another’s chest hair and so on. 

I worked on my drawing for weeks.  I intended on entering it in the school art contest.  It was to be an auction with the proceeds going half to the artist of the piece and half towards the annual graduation gift from the graduation class to the school.  I didn't care where the money went actually.   I just got into working on my piece and was very pleased at how it was coming out. 

Everything went on display about a week before the auction.  It was to be held at a school function.  Parents were invited to attend as well.  The night of the auction my piece created a big stir.  Some were horrified and some were intrigued.  My art teacher wanted to know who my model was.  I told him a little hear and a little there with a lot of imagination.  He told me if you continue to draw like that you will go far. 

The auction began and some pieces didn't bring too much money.  The guy doing the auctioning was trying his best to get as much as possible from each piece.  Some he only got $10 for.  It came time to auction mine.  He opened the bid at $10.  Someone bypassed that and went straight to $100.  Suddenly from all over the room bids were coming in.  Some were raising only $10 and some $50.  Before I knew it the bid was to $1500.  It finally sold for $1650.

I was in shock and watched as it was taken down and some man paid for it in cash.  The auctioneer put half in the envelope for the school and when I walked up he introduced me as the artist and handed me my half.  As I walked away the guy who bought it handed me his card.  We must talk he said.  Later that week we met and he asked me who was my inspiration for the picture.  I felt very comfortable with him and decided to be honest.  I told him all of the senior class.  I took the best attributes of each and combined them into one sketch. 

I’d like to hire you to do sketches for me.  I can pay you well.  I will need black and white and some color drawings.  I liked the idea and said sure.  “Good” he said.  “Come to my studio Saturday and we'll get going.”  He walked away and I kept his ass in my mind.  It was nice and round and I could just imagine what it would be like if he was naked from the waist down with say a white shirt just about covering his round globes showing just a hint of hair.

Saturday I went to his studio and was amazed at how busy it was and what he hung on the walls.  Most were semi or totally nude paintings or drawings.  Actually I recognized a few as the players from some of the teams at school.  Those of course were in different degrees of undress but never totally nude.

He explained what I would be doing. He had advertised he had a new artist in residence for people who wanted portraits done.  He said I may have to go to the client but most of the time I would be working in the studio.  I got a percentage of whatever they paid or the painting sold for.  It was a good percentage.  I got 40%.

He had a client already lined up.  It was someone who wanted a portrait of himself nude for a gift to his wife.  He was of ordinary build all the way around, pudgy but not fat with short hair and an average face and maybe a 5 inch cock. He asked if I could make him well-endowed in the portrait. I told him I thought so.  We did it in 2 sittings and when done he was thrilled.  For 2 sittings I actually made $400 so I was thrilled as well.  I wasn't as busy as the owner of the gallery said I would be so I may have made a lot on each portrait but sometimes they were far between.

He called me one day and said I have a job for you.  All the supplies are being delivered to this gentleman’s house.  He wants his portrait with some room in his house as the back drop.  I said fine.  Then he said it's a distance so he is sending a car to pick you up so pack a bag in case you have to stay.  He wants you to stay till it's finished.  It was just after graduation so I had nothing else to do.  My birthday was the week before.  I had turned 18 and it was very disappointing.  Only one of my friends wanted to do something with me and all that he wanted to do was to drink beer at my house till he puked.

Anyhow this limo pulled up in front of the house and I got in with my duffle bag and off we went.  I asked the driver where we were going and he said we'll be at the airport shortly.  “AIRPORT?  Where the hell am I going?”  He said to not worry sir and that I would be perfectly safe.  When we got to the airport there was a helicopter waiting.  I wasn't too keen on that but too late to back out now.  We flew for about 45 minutes to a big beautiful house right on the ocean.  When we landed my jaw dropped.  It was magnificent. 

I was ushered into what I was told was the drawing room, a large room with windows facing the beach on one entire wall.  It had a fire place with a fire going and beautiful furniture nicely arranged. I started to picture how I would have whoever pose in the room for the portrait.  A few minutes later somebody walked into the room behind me.  When I turned around the most beautiful man I had ever see was standing in front of me.  He was naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist.  “Welcome” he said.  “Are you ready to begin?” 

I gulped and said “Yes.  Where would you like to start?”  He said “This way?”   We went out on the deck outside and he stood against the rail with the ocean as a back drop.  “Here” he said.  “We will be doing a series of portraits” he said.  “I hope you don't mind it may take some time.”  I told him that he was the boss and that it was no problem.  With that he dropped the towel, sat with one leg up and leaned on a pole gazing off into the water.  “I’d like this as the first one” he said.  I set up an easel and asked color of pencil.  He said he would like it in pencil. 

I couldn't help but notice his cock was long and his balls hung low between his legs.  It made my own cock harden in my pants.  An hour or so after starting I told him “Why don't you take a break?”  He said “Fine.  I’m thirsty are you?”  I nodded and he made us some sort of drink that went down like water but was very strong.  We went back to work after he looked at what I had done so far.  “Very nice” he said.  He assumed his pose again and said ok.  All of a sudden he said “Oh wait I want my cock hard in this one.  Is that possible?”  I told him “Yeah if you want.”  I can improvise or you can get hard for me.  He smiled.  “Why don't you help me?  Come here and suck my cock.”

I looked at him and said “That isn't part of the deal?  He replied “What if I made it worth your while.  $500 to suck my cock and if by some chance I cum in your mouth, an extra $200.”  Without another word I walked over and got down and put his cock in my mouth.  “Ahhh money talks” he said.  I thought to myself it sure does.  When he was hard I let his cock drop out of my mouth and proceeded to draw.  Several hours later, a good 9 as a matter of fact I was exhausted but done. He looked at it and was pleased.  “It is exactly what I was looking for.  You’re a very good artist. “
 
He wrapped himself in a towel again and said let’s get something to eat.  He headed toward the back of the house and into the kitchen.  There was food waiting.  He sat on a stool and the towel opened up to reveal his cock and balls hanging over the edge.  We talked while we ate and then he said I guess we should get some rest for tomorrows sitting.  I agreed.

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