The Body Artist

I'm an artist. Or at least that's what I've convinced myself that I am. I don't draw with pencils, markers, or crayons. And I barely use paper to create. Paint is my favorite medium and I rather use human canvases than those made of cloth. That's why I asked Tyler, one of my best friends, to come over, so that I could use my creative imagination on his beautiful, naked body.

I told Tyler to come over by six in the evening, but of course, as usual, Tyler was late and didn't come to my place until around seven. By that time it was nearly dark outside.

"What took you so long?" I asked, as Tyler walked through my door, with a McDonald's bag in his hand. 

"I was runnin low on gas, and then I got hungry," Tyler said. As he passed me and headed toward the couch, I inhaled his sweet and sour masculine scent. As he plopped down on my couch and spread his legs out, I was wondering what it would look like to see him without any clothes on. Tyler was the only of my friends that I had either never sucked off, fucked, or seen naked. I mean I saw his ass one time when he was changing after playing basketball, and it was a really 
nice ass, firm and perfectly spherical shaped. I wanted to touch it but never had the oppurtunity to. Tonight, I hoped that I would get the oppurtunity that I had been imagining every since I first saw Tyler. 

It's hard to describe how good-looking this boy is, he could easily be a model for Abercrombie & Fitch, Calvin Klein, or any of those other major designer labels if he wanted. Tyler had the kind of face that most men wanted (gay or straight): incredibly smooth skin, mysterious and exhilirating indigo-colored eyes, ravishing, spiky brown hair that led down to two identical and sexy sideburns, and a pair of alluring, full pink lips. And his striking body sets Tyler in a whole different category. He's the kind of boy that can sit on his hard, round ass all day, eat nasty shit like McDonald's for the rest of his life, and never has to worry about gaining weight or losing muscle.

I hadn't told Tyler why I wanted him to come over to my place, just that he should come chill with me for a couple of hours. After he had been sitting on the couch, eating french fries for a few minutes, Tyler asked me, "How come you got an apron on?"

"I wanted to do some painting."

Tyler tossed his bag over his shoulder onto my carpet. "Paint? When do you paint? You never told me you paint."

I moved over to the couch and sat on the very opposite end of the couch so that Tyler would not get so suspicious. "Just somethin I just kinda started to get into."

"Oh, ok," Tyler said nodding his head. And then he had a thoughtful expression on his perfect face. "So why did you want me to come over here for?" I was kinda hoping that Tyler would figure it out for himself without me having to explain to him. He gave me this look as though he knew my secret intentions but was not completely sure. "You didn't ask me to come over here to watch you paint pictures or somethin did you?" Or maybe Tyler didn't know my intentions. "No," I said, it was obvious that I was nervous by the way my voice kinda cracked. 

"Jamie, what's up?" Tyler asked. His spread his arm out and his hand grazed my arm, sending a wave of tingles from my torso to my inner thighs. "What did you want me to come over here for?"

"I wanted you to um..."

"Um what?" Tyler persisted. He was starting to look annoyed.

"Model for me." I said it very quickly, hoping that Tyler wouldn't hear everything I said. But when he raised his eyebrow and gave me this bewildered look, well, I figured that he did hear me.

"What do you mean by model?" Tyler asked. "You mean like draw a picture of me or what?" 

I stood from the couch. My nervousness was starting to take control of me. I don't know what I was thinking asking Tyler to come over and do this. "You know what, never mind. Forget I even brought it up. You can go home if you want."

"Jamie, you made me come all the way over here, like fuckin thirty minutes, and now you're tellin me to just go back home? Like, what kinda modeling did you want me to do? Is this a project for class or somethin?"

"No. Just for fun."

"Why me?" Tyler questioned. "How come you didn't ask a girl or somethin? I don't feel comfortable modelin for a dude."

I did all that I could to avoid looking directly into Tyler's captivating eyes. "I mean, if you don't want to..."

Tyler sighed. "Fine," he said. "I'll do it..." He stood. I didn't know if he was going to head for the door and leave. Instead he reluctantly removed his shirt and tossed it in the same direction he had thrown his bag. I stared at Tyler's naked chest, his naked torso, and I started to sweat all over my body. Tyler unbuckled his jeans, lowered his zipper halfway as my dick was still trying to stab through my jeans, but then he stopped. "Uh...I don't know if I wanna do this."

I was transfixed with his body for a very long moment, but finally broke out of my trance. "Just...stay like that. Let me go to my room right quick and get my supplies and stuff." I hurried around the couch, keeping my eyes on Tyler's chest as long as I could, before I disappeared into my room, grabbed my paper bag full of watercolors, paints, and various sized brushes, as well as I large white sheet from my bed, and ran back into the living room, where Tyler still waited for me shirtless and uncertain of what he was getting himself into. "Ok, I'm ready I said. I draped the white sheet over my couch 
so that it would be protected from spills, I dumped the contents of my bag on the table, grabbing a can of blue paint and a can of passion red paint. I pulled out the longest paintbrush I had, and that reminded me of my hard dick, still waiting to be unleashed for the confines of my pants. Tyler watched me skeptically as I did all these things. 

"So, ok," Tyler said. "What do you want me to do? I'm still not understanding everyhing?" His jeans had sagged off his waist a little, so that I was able to see the beginning of the thin trail of brown hair that led down to his pubic bush. It was obvious that he shaved his body hair because it was so neatly manicured.

"Um...you can just stand there if you want, or you lie down on the couch if you want. It's all up to you." This was the defining moment where either my fantasy would either go the way I wanted, or be completely shattered. My dick still twitched in my jeans, and I think Tyler saw that the front of my apron was bulging a lot more than they should have. I looked at his crotch, and I thought I saw his dick enlarged slightly in his somewhat loose jeans, but because the lighting in the room was a bit dim, I was not entirely sure. "The thing is, I didn't want to paint you...I wanted to paint on you. So...I kinda...need you to take off all your clothes." I tired to smile and act like it was the most normal thing in the world to ask my best guy friend to get ass naked in front me and let me draw all over his tantalizing body with paint. 

Tyler gave me the most peculiar look anyone had ever given me. It wasn't necessarily a look of disgust or dread, but a look of severe puzzlement. "You want to paint on me?" Tyler asked. "On my body?" He looked down at his naked chest and then at me again. "Dude, I don't know about all of that. I mean, I thought you wanted to draw me with my shirt off or something, but...I've never done all that before. I don't think that's something I could do." 

I was beyond disappointed. My boner went down a little. "That's ok. I shoudn't have asked you to begin with."

There was an awkward moment of silence between us, and then Tyler said. "I have to go to the bathroom right quick." He turned and walked quickly to the bathroom. I watched the muscles in his back flex and move and the very top of his asscrack as he left the room so abruptly. As soon as he left, I squeezed my somewhat hard dick through my jeans, which only made it get hard again. Tyler took a long time in the bathroom, more than five minutes. I wondered what he was doing as I started to put my supplies back into my bag. But then I heard the bathroom door opening, and seconds later, Tyler emerged, and I was dumbfounded as he came out completely naked. He walked slowly, to the middle of the room, where I stood, with his hands protectively covering his groin. Every muscle, every sharp line, ever segment of Tyler's body was perfect. "Let's hurry up and do this," Tyler said.

I was so caught up in staring at the astonishing beauty of Tyler's body that I almost drooled on myself. "...Ok." I pulled out my paints and brushes again. Tyler stood with his large, solid legs slightly apart, and his arms crossing over his dick and balls in the shape of a downward "V". I saw him rub his dick a little bit, and I saw a peek of his nutsack for about two seconds, before Tyler placed his hands over it again. "Are you ok?" I asked.

Tyler shrugged his broad shoulders. "A little. It would be better if you took your clothes off to, so I wouldn't be the only naked one here."

My skin got really hot and tingly all over. "No, I don't think so," I said.

"Not fair," Tyler said. "I did it."

"Yeah, but..."

Tyler removed his hands from his crotch and I saw his beautiful dick for the first time. Seeing Tyler there, naked, in all his seductive glory, with his thick seven inch dick (and it was still growing), and him waiting for me to hopefully add to the beauty of his body with color, was the highlight of my life up to that point. The bulge in my apron became what looked like the sharp tip of a knife trying to poke through. "You're kinda hard," Tyler said, smiling a little while his dick continued its upward climb, up toward his smooth stomach.

"So are you."