Blown in from the Sahara

I moved closer and he grabbed one of my hands and placed in on his skin. I felt a jolt go through me like an electric shock. His body was warm of course but more than that it radiated life. When I touched him it was as if I was in touch with his soul. I ran my hands all down his back and chest and then along each arm. As I did the latter he moved right up to me so that our faces were almost rubbing then he angled has head to one side and planted his lips on mine.

From then on everything seemed to go in slow motion. We held the kiss for a long time developing it by opening our mouths and letting our tongues connect. We became aware of our groins grinding together and the hard flesh that had been created from our passion. I had my hands on his firm buttocks which were only covered by the flimsy material of the pants. He had pulled out my shirt and run his hands up my back.

We were still kissing as I pulled back slightly and he undid the buckle of trousers followed by undoing the fly. The hands that had been on my back were now resting on my buttocks. Finally we separated our lips and I took in gulps of air to counter my breathlessness. At the same time I worked my way down his body kissing every square in of it until I reached the waistband of his pants. As I kissed his navel my chin rubbed against material covering his penis. It was too much for me I got both hands to the elastic and pulled the pants down to his ankles.

A seven inch cock suddenly appeared and hit me on the nose. I had my mouth around it straightaway. He had his hand on the sides on my head making sure that I did not release his throbbing member. His dick tasted every bit as sweet as the rest of him and it was like a piece of hot metal in my mouth it was so warm and hard. By the time I came up for air I had explored every part of it with my tongue and it was glistening wet with saliva. I stood up and looked at his groin. It was shaved and the tattoos went as far as the base of his tool.

He was obviously very artistic and had designed the tattoos surrounding his genitals so that they had a natural look.

'You're a mobile work of art,' I said to him.

'I'm hoping it will be my unique selling point,' he said. 'If successful artists like Grayson Perry can go around dressed in drag then I see no harm in my body being the advert for the work I am capable of.'

I could see his point but could see the difficulties he might have in convincing the establishment. But on the otherhand he seemed so confident in himself that he could well make a success of an artistic career.

'Let's cut the talk and get down to sex,' he said suddenly and he pulled me over to the bad where we both fell and then clasped each other tight.

I had removed a lot of my clothes already and Rocco wasted no time in removing the rest. As he had already lost his pants it didn't take long for us both to be totally naked. We lay in each other's arms kissing and letting our groins press together.

'I hope you fuck 'cause I want your cock in me,' he said.

'I would do anything you want but if fucking is what you want now then let's do it,' I said. I was working my way round his neck shoulders and chest with my tongue. He lay submissively not hampering the efforts on my part to find his erogenous zones. Soon I knew what tickled him what made him moan and what made him wriggle. I would remember these things for when we got deep into some serious shagging.

After several minutes of foreplay we ended up standing and I reached his arse and opened his cheeks to see his hairless hole. He had designed the tattoo that surrounded it so that it could be interpreted as how a black hole would appear if we were capable of seeing one. I could feel myself being sucked towards it and soon I had my tongue buried as far as possible in that tight orifice.

We were both getting to the point where we wanted foreplay to stop and fucking to begin. I had moistened his hole with my tongue and stretched it with my fingers. He was telling me to stick my dick in there instead. I stopped and put on a condom. Although the rubber was impregnated with lubrication I applied some KY as well and then put the tip of my cock against his hole. I could see his ring started to wrap itself around it as I gradually pushed it in him. He stood perfectly still as I applied more pressure and I grabbed his hips and pulled them towards me. I soon could not see my dick as it was buried deep inside him.

He knew it too and started to gyrate his hips to stimulate my cock. I massaged his chest feeling and squeezing each nipple. I heard him moan slightly as the small pain it caused him mixed with the pleasure he was getting from being screwed. He stopped gyrating for a moment and I took over, pounding his arse with long strokes. I could see the tattoos on his back glisten as sweat began to form. It looked so horny like the hide of some exotic animal.

'Let me see you as you fuck me,' he said and we separated for a the least possible time while he got on his back on the bad with his legs apart and stretched wide. His knees were nearly touching the mattress his joints were so supple. I placed a pillow under his arse and quickly drove my cock into the hole that was so accessible. Seeing his happy face as I pumped his body made me even more vigorous and he was lapping it up. He did not touch his dick but I could see he was fully hard and very aroused by what we were doing together.

I needed a rest as I had been fucking him non-stop for nearly half an hour.

'Do you want me to come inside you or in you mouth?' I asked.

'I want to have your cum in me and since you are wearing a condom it won't be achieved that way.' he said.

'Ok,' I said. 'It won't be long now till I come. I'll fill your mouth when I no when.'

I resumed pounding him for just a couple of minutes more and then pulled out quickly ripping off the condom and moving up the bed so that he could lean over and take me in his mouth. I was only just in time for as his lips closed around my cock it started to spurt cum. Wave after wave of orgasm enveloped me as Rocco held onto my dick and it spewed its contents.

When I had finished coming he took it out and opened his mouth. It was full of my cum. I bent to kiss him and he rolled over so that he was on top of me and with our mouths being open the creamy liquid slipped from his to mine. I then rolled over to be on top of him and the process was reversed. When we had done this a few times the inside of our mouths and tongues were coated in cum and saliva. We broke free at last and I swallowed. It tasted what seemed like pure nectar.

'I bet your cum will taste better that mine,' I said as we rolled onto our backs and lay next to each other.

'My balls are full of spunk so go ahead and find out.'

I looked at him and he looked back smiling. I sat up and kissed him gently then I increased the pressure on his lips before making my way down his body licking and kissing all the way until I reach his groin. I had tasted the salt from his sweat and I was hungry to taste more of him. His dick was hard and seemed to jump rhythmically as blood pulsed through it. I held it and opened my mouth and let it disappear inside.

I have sucked many cocks but never one as vibrant as this. When it was in my mouth I could feel the life in it. It seemed to get even harder as I closed my lips around the shaft and moved up and down simulating a fucking motion. Rocco was moaning loudly with pleasure as I increased the pace at which I moved my head. I sensed that it would not be long before he came. He rolled over on his side with me still enveloping his cock but now he started to fuck my mouth and I kept still just looking at his hips as he drove his tool in and out of me. He reached his climax with an uncontrolled yell and a flood of liquid filled me. Without swallowing it I knew it was thick and sweet. He continued fucking me for several seconds more while I stopped myself from eating the cum he had deposited. When he finally stopped I released his cock and was about to come up to his face and kiss him so that we could cum share when he put a hand on my head.

'Eat it all yourself,' he said. 'It's my gift to you,'

I swallowed and felt the creamy liquid enter my throat. The taste was fantastic and I yearned for more but I had swallowed the lot. All that remained was the after-taste which I didn't want to go away.

'That was so good,' I said as I made my way back up to his face, again licking his body. 'Do you have any other boyfriends at the moment?'

'No,' he replied. 'The mates I have been shacking up with are all straight. They know I'm gay but there not interested in me for sex.'

'You know yo can stay here,' I said. 'You'd said you wanted someone to support you through college. Would you let me?'

'And what would you want in return?' he asked.

'Frequent sessions just like this one and the occasional work of art,' I replied.

'Aren't I work of art enough?' he asked and there was a hint of cheekiness in his voice which I loved.

'You won't be living with me forever, but your art will outlast any relationship we have. And if it isn't valuable now I'm sure it will be in the future so whatever I spend on you now will be returned at a later date.'

He realised that I was serious and looked straight at me.

'I am more than happy to be sponsored by you on the terms you propose,' he said and he kissed me firmly on the lips as if to seal the contract.

And so Rocco moved in with me and for the next three years I enabled him to study his art without the worry of how is was to live or pay for any of his needs. He proved to be not only a good companion but also a generous lover as well. I never expected him to be faithful to me but he never wavered in keeping his side of the bargain. He produced regular paintings especially for me which he designed with my house in mind so that when they were hung they enhanced the room. By the time his course was ended he had given me twenty of his works.

It is now a couple years since he was living with me and although we keep in touch our love affair is now in the past and something I look back on with pleasure. It did not take long for his talent to be noticed in the outside world and his name is now becoming famous. As for the works of art he did for me, they still hang in the rooms where he had placed them and I have no doubt they are increasing in value but for me their true worth is in the memories that they evoke.