Art Lessons Part One

This story was posted in 2002 while still fresh in my mind. It’s a true story folks, I couldn’t make this stuff up.
There will finally be a follow-up story. I didn’t write it sooner because I was hoping to add several more visits/chapters.

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Sadly I haven’t seen any of the guys in more than 5 years. I figured I might as well write Art Lessons Part Two.

This is Part One, Part Two is written will follow soon and, hopefully, will include an illustration

*** Art Lessons Part One

The first time I met the boy I was working in my front yard cleaning up debris from a hard winter. It was an unusually warm spring day and I had pulled my sweat-soaked shirt off. He rode up on his bike and just stopped and smiled. He was dressed only in droopy jeans shorts letting the sun warm his clear smooth skin, still winter white. His adolescent body was thin and lightly muscled. His sandy red hair hung in his face nearly covering shiny emerald eyes.
I stopped my raking and smiled at him straddling his low rider.

“Hi, who’re you?” I asked after we stood in awkward silence for what seemed like forever.
“My name’s Jeff. I just moved in up the street with my mom. We moved here from Quebec after she got her divorce from my dad. What’s your name? You married?” He chatted casually as if he’d known me for years. His eyes were open wide and innocent waiting for me to tell him if I was married or not.
“My name is Peter Long and no, I’m not married.”

“Oh really, you should meet my mom sometime. What do you do?”. I could see Jeff calculating trying to determine my candidacy as a husband and dad.
“I’m an illustrator for a kid’s book company. Do you like to draw?”

Jeff excitedly told me he was an artist too. We spent about 15 minutes just talking about art and drawing. Finally he asked if he could bring over some drawings to show me sometime. I invited him to stop by any saturday morning and I could look at his art and maybe give him a drawing lesson or two.
He had been coming by five or six times a year since that meeting five years ago.

Early on he’d introduced me to his mom and he later dejectedly informed me, much to my relief, that she said I was too young for her.
I watched Jeff grow through high school. I taught him well in art. He became a well-liked and popular student artist. I found it interesting that despite his german good looks and popularity he didn’t have many dates.

Though I kept my secret desires for Jeff well in check for those years my control was beginning to weaken knowing that he’d be heading off to college in Canada at the end of the summer. When Jeff called and said he’d like to come by for a drawing session I decided to let my guard down with him and see where it would go.
The doorbell rang a little before 11 a.m..

“Hi Jeff, right on time” I opened the screen and held the door for him. I only had a bath towel wrapped around my waist having showered earlier.
“S’ok, I’m a little early anyway” he said looking me over and grinning. He stepped in the door and slipped off his tan running shoes “I didn’t want to be late for my artsy-fartsy lesson”

“Sorry I’m not dressed. I got to running late.” I made a feeble excuse. I wanted Jeff to see me that way. I had a pretty nice body and I wanted him to know it.
“You keep yourself in pretty good shape Pete. You look as good as the day we met in the yard.”

I didn’t know Jeff remembered that meeting nor how
I looked. For him to say I looked “good” made my heart race.
“You know the drill, Jeff. Pick out something from one of the books while I dress”.

Usually Jeff would pick out a landscape or city scene or something from a reference book and we’d both draw it. I would stop periodically and critique his work while showing him my work. This morning I had added a few books of nude male models to the stack.

I squeezed into a pair to cut-offs and pulled a shirt on leaving it unbuttoned.
Barefoot, I edged into the room and watched Jeff who was slowly paging through a book of nude men, pausing now and then to look closer. At first Jeff didn’t know I was there. I cleared my throat.

He quickly closed the book “I, uh, was just doing a little research for maybe doing a nude drawing today.” smiling with just a slight blush.
“Whatever you want” I said.
“I see you had a book of male nudes. Many of the masters drew nudes of men. I think it was Michelangelo who said there is nothing more beautiful than the male torso. Want to try a drawing of a male?”

“Hot dog” Jeff blurted and then kinda blushed “yeah that would be uh. . . . good.”

He paged through the book again and stopped on a page showing a muscled young man with a nice droopy dick.
“I think I’ll try him”

I left him alone to start a drawing while I brushed my teeth.
I returned in a few minutes and looked over Jeff’s shoulder I was surprised he was only using blue pastel.

“Why just blue, Jeffy?” I asked.
“I like blue, I really like blue.” he said smiling tilting his head up with his green eyes shining.
The way he said “I like blue” turned me on.

I knew, as I said, “I like blue too, Jeff.” , that he wasn’t talking about the color.
There was a long silence. My mind was racing.

“How about us drawing each other, you know, like life drawing? ” I said. My heart exploding in my chest
“That’d be fun. We never did that.”
Jeff stood up from the drawing table smiling, his face was flushed and splotchy red.

“The bedroom would be the best place for us to pose for each other.” I said picking up a drawing tablet and a piece of blue pastel for myself.
Jeff scampered right into the bedroom and eagerly started undressing. His pants hit the floor with a loud thud.
“What’ya got in your pockets, a brick?” I was trying to be casual and funny while avoiding staring.
“I just started carrying a wallet to put my credit card and license in”.

Jeff didn’t seem at all shy about taking his clothes off and was down to his boxers in a flash. I checked out his thin build, his light pink nipples bright against creamy pale skin. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

I began to undress and slowly pulled my shirt off and twirled it over my head before letting it fly into a corner. Jeff had taken off his shorts and sat down on the end of the bed to watch.

“Yeah, baby, take it off” he was laughing and clapping.
Taking the cue I started swaying my hips and rubbing my chest and thighs with my palms.

The top button of my cut-offs was undone and my zipper was half down. I knew I only had to move a certain way to get them to fall.
Jeff was singing stripper music “drop em, drop em, drop em” he cheered
He was getting a little excited and the head of his dick began to peek out of the foreskin. His cheering started to take on an urgency.
Seeing him getting turned on was all I needed. My cock began to sprout, the head emerging over top of the zipper. I sucked in my stomach and my shorts instantly dropped around my ankles.

“Yeah, baby” Jeff was clapping.
Both our dicks were standing straight up, “We, uh, better settle down. Just a little too much strip tease for us, I think. I wouldn’t want to show off drawings of each other with huge boners”. It would have been a stretch to call either of our boners huge. But it’s the eyes of the beholder that counts.

“Hop up on the bed Jeff, I’ll just sit here in this chair. Just draw what you see. Pretend you’re drawing a tree or some flowers.”
We took our sketch books in hand and began to scratch at the surface with our blue chalk. Our cocks started to deflate.
“I’m blue-ing you, are you blue-ing me?” Jeff said while drawing, not looking up.
“Yeah I’m blue-ing you too, Jeff. Let’s see how your blue-ing’s doing”. I put my sketch book down and stepped over to look at his drawing. He had a drawing of me looking very beautifully stylized like the Greeks did with their gods. He captured my pose sitting in the chair but made it very seductive and gave me a truly huge boner to boot.

“Is that what you see when you draw me, Jeff?”
“I’ve been seeing you like that for the last five years,, Pete.” Jeff set his sketch book aside and stared up at me innocently as I stood over him beside the bed.

Jeff pointed his index finger and lightly touched it to the tip of my cock.

“Can I blue that?” he asked already knowing the answer.
“Only if I can blue that” I said touching the glistening tip of his dick. It jumped like it had been shocked.

Jeff smiled and rested back on the bed letting his legs dangle over the edge.
He put his hands behind his head inviting me to have him.

I nervously let my hand brush down his stomach and across his thin bush of pubic hair. I noticed his pink nipples were swollen sitting on top of his pecs. I remembered how sore my nipples got at about his age.
“Your tits sore?” I asked.

Jeff just nodded and I took one into my mouth and sucked gently.
“Ooh that feels good and bad, like good hurt”

I gently sucked the other nipple and then let my tongue drift down Jeff’s stomach licking clean his belly button on the way. I turned my head when I felt the tip of his hard cock on my cheek. My mouth slid over the shaft all the way to the base pulling the foreskin down with my lips.

Jeff was panting, his stomach rising and falling. I worked his cock with my lips from the head to the base. I could feel his excitement increase. His leg jerked in a spasm while his hands opened and closed slowly. I felt his rock hard cock grow harder and I knew it was time to suck with all my might. Jeff bucked and shot a load down my throat choking me. I kept the suction on his cock while coughing. I coughed some cum through my nostril and by the time he was done I was shiny with cum. I lifted my head.

He started laughing, “you’re a mess. You should see yourself”.
Cum was dangling out of one nostril with another glob on my chin. It all felt wonderful.

“I want to do you now” Jeff said pushing me on my back. “Will you tell me how to do that?”
“Sure Jeff, just start and I’ll tell you”
Jeff put his mouth on the head of my cock which is not too long, about 6.5”, but pretty thick.

“No! No teeth, Jeff. Make your lips cover your teeth” his sharp teeth were scraping across my cock head.
He immediately shielded his teeth and began to slide his mouth down the shaft. He got no more than half way when he began to gag and he pulled back.

“That’s ok, just suck the top half, but suck hard on it and lick the tip. That’s it put your tongue in the slit”.
He was working his mouth like an expert and with each thrust he took a little more shaft down his throat. It really turned me on when I felt his nose in my pubic hairs. It made my balls begin to boil. I knew I would explode any second.

“I’m gonna cum, Jeff. Pull off if you don’t want it in your mouth”
Jeff sucked harder causing me to shake in an explosive orgasm. I shot stream after stream of hot cum into his mouth and he took it like a pro.
“Mmmmm good” Jeff was swishing the load around his mouth and then swallowed. “See, this is how you do it. No muss, no fuss” He was grinning with not a drop of cum anywhere on his face.

I rested back on the bed and smiled while Jeff dressed.
“I gotta go now but I’ll be back next week for some more, uh, drawing lessons”.
He laughed and headed out the door.
As it turned out Jeff headed off to school and I didn’t see him for another year.
It was a surprise visit and he brought a roommate from college in Art Lessons Part Two