The Body Artist

Tyler, seemingly more at ease now, lied on the covered couch, lifting his leg and hooking it around the back of the couch, with his other leg planted on the carpet. He rested his head on the arm rest, his dark blue eyes scanning the bulge in my pants. "Take it off," he said. "If you get to see me, I wanna see you." His large pretty dick was standing up now, strong and tall as a skyscraper, throbbing. Tyler grabbed his penis and begin to slip his fingers gently up and down the smooth shaft. I removed the apron slowly, and then my shirt. My nipples felt pointy and hard. I felt anxious as I unzipped my jeans pulling them down as slow as I could, until my hard dick popped out, happy to be finally free. I removed my shoes and tugged my pants off my feet. My the head of my dick pulsated and my nutsack was tingling with anticipation. When Tyler saw my dick, his mouth opened slightly, in surprise and wonder. I had a large dick, almost nine inches, and thick. "Jamie, you never told me you had such a big ass dick," Tyler said. 

"You didn't tell me you had one either," I said. 

Tyler smiled. "Well, are you ready to do what you're gonna do?"

For a second, I almost abandoned my idea of painting Tyler and just I wanted to hop on top of him and give him the best blowjob he would ever experience. But I thought against it. I grabbed two random cans of paint, and with my paintbrush in hand, headed over to the couch to Tyler. He placed his hands behind his head, smirking and sinking further down onto the couch to get comfortable. I bent down on my knees beside Tyler, with his dick only inches away from my grasp. I 
stared at it, as though I had never seen anything like it--and yet I hadn't seen anything like Tyler's dick. Of course I'd seen many dicks before, but not one that was so smooth and perfect looking. "Can I touch it?" I asked. Tyler didn't say anything, and I took his silence as a positive answer. I reached out for his dick, and when my fingers connected with the warm skin, a current of passion swept over my whole body, and I felt sexy and almost brand new. 

I surrounded his dick with my hand, squeezing it gently and then harder and harder, until the first drops of precum spilled out the slit and ran down the side. My hands traveled up Tyler's hard, flat stomach. I traced the lines of his abs with my index finger, moving up gradually to his muscular chest. I pinched his nipple and Tyler groaned in his hips popped upward slightly. He closed his eyes as my hand continued its exploration along the incredible territory of his fascinating body. My fingers traveled up his neck, to his square jaw, to his beautiful lips. Tyler opened his mouth and allowed my finger to enter. He caringly covered my finger with his wet tongue, rolling around in his wet mouth. Tyler opened his eyes and I pulled my finger. "I thought you were gonna paint on me," he said.

"I am. I just wanted to see how you felt like first." 

"How do I feel?" Tyler asked.

"Better than anything I ever felt."

Tyler scoffed, almost as if he were embarrassed. "I don't feel weird anymore," he said. "I just feel...I don't know. I just feel more comfortable now."

"Good," I said. "Me too."

I unscrewed the lid to the can of red paint and dipped my paintbrush into the thick crimson liquid. Before I applied the paint to his chest, I softly sucked Tyler's right nipple and he moaned and his body twitched. And then I dragged the paintbrush against his hard, smooth skin, creating a thick red line that crossed the entire width of his muscular chest. 

"Kinda feels cold," Tyler said.

"It'll get warm in a few seconds," I told him.

Tyler smiled and closed his eyes again. I dipped into the can again with the paintbrush, and brought it to Tyler's skin again. I didn't stop until his whole chest was covered with red. "It is warm," Tyler said afterward. I found that it was better if I used my hands to rub the paint across his skin. It gave me the chance to connect with Tyler's body more directly, and it fed my horniness. Tyler enjoyed the slippery touch of my hands to as I rubbed all over his torso with the crimson paint. 

I used blue paint for Tyler's stomach. Covering my hands with the cold azure color, I rubbed in my hands until it got warm, and then spread it on the bottom of Tyler's torso. I felt Tyler clench his body and then relax. I was hovering over him, with one knee on the couch beside Tyler's leg, and one foot on the ground. I rubbed the paint onto Tyler's hard stomach in slow motion. He opened his mouth and screamed silently. "Do you like it?" I asked.

Tyler smiled and nodded his head. 

Wiping my hands on the white sheet beneath Tyler's body, I grabbed Tyler's rigid dick once more, giving it a couple of hard jerks. I brought my mouth down to it, rubbed it against my wet lips, dragged it along the underside of my chin and along the sides of my face. And then I took Tyler's dick into my mouth. The moment my tongue connected with Tyler's penis, Tyler started to do these wild, pleasurable convulsions on the couch, contorting his body into different directions. I circled the head of Tyler's dick with my tongue and his inner thighs became slick with sweat. I sucked Tyler's tight scrotum into my mouth and played with each individual nut against my tongue. Tyler continued to gyrate and convulse. The front side of Tyler's upper body was covered with red and blue paint. The contrast of color looked interesting and emphasized the allure of his body. Now it was time to move on to his lower body. I rubbed dark green paint on Tyler's muscular, slightly hairy quadraceps, over his knees, down to his shins, and finally to his feet. "Feels sticky," Tyler muttered. When I applied the last of three coats to his skin, I stood and examined Tyler so far. The three colors, red, green, and blue, looked a bit odd, but also good, mostly because the beauty of Tyler's body could not be masked by paint. The only part I had left uncolored were his dick and balls. I wanted to save those for the end. 

I waited a couple of minutes for the paint to dry. Tyler layed incredibly still, and for a moment he didn't seem real, just a beautiful illusion I had created in my mind. But then I would touch his stomach, or rum my hand over his chest, and I was instantly reminded that he was real, and that he was here with me, and that he was mine, an instrument for me to use, if only for that one night. 

"Roll over," I said. Tyler followed me instructions without complaint. I was almost more impressed with the back of his body than the front. Tyler had an incredibly muscular back, and as he arched himself upward a little, so that part of his chest rested on the armrest, his amazingly hard, round ass rose, and the cheeks opened partially as Tyler relaxed his body. Again, I fell to my knees, and put my paint-covered hands on that sexy ass. I squeezed it and it felt like squeezing bricks. I ran my index finger down the length of his butt crack and then tasted my finger. Softly, I bit each one of his ass cheeks, rested my face upon them, and licked each lobe of his butt like I was eating ice cream. And then I pulled his butt cheeks apart, and it almost made my arms hurt because Tyler's ass was so tight, and I shoved my face inside, first to smell and then to eat. My tongue was like a tornado, whipping around his small, closed asshole. Tyler arched his back more, giving me more of his ass to eat, and I ate it like it was the last meal. After I finished, my face was sticky, and I was ready to resume with my work. I used orange paint to cover Tyler's back. He groaned and whimpered as I kneeded and pressed my fingers into his skin. For his powerfully built ass, I used black, my favorite color. I rubbed the paint in wide circles around the hardness of his ass. Tyler laughed and said, "That tickles." Soon his whole ass was covered in black, and it was a bit hard to see the crack, but I found it with my fingers and tongue. I continued with his hamstrings, covering them in dark purple; I used red again for his wonderful-looking calves. And then, with only one thing left to cover, I told Tyler to roll over again. 

I opened my jar of sugar white paint, dipped my whole hands inside until they were saturated with white paint, rubbed it between my hands, and then placed my hands on Tyler's hot and hard dick. I felt a jolt go through Tyler's body when I touched his cock. The paint served as perfect lube, as I washed his dick with the whiteness, covering his shaft, masking the head, cloaking his balls with the paint. I jerked him off, and Tyler shut his eyes closed real tight, clenched the sheets, and groaned very loudly. I felt the hot whiteness spill out of his dick and slide over my hand. Tyler pumped quarts of cum out of his dick, some of it hitting my chin and neck, some of it landing on my naked stomach. Tyler contorted his body as 
the last of his delicious tasting semen came spilling out, and then finally his body went lax. I got on top of Tyler's hot, sticky, sweaty body and kissed him. Our tongue danced in each other's mouths and we both rolled off the couch.

Later, we both took a shower together. I washed the paint off Tyler's body and his dick began to enlarge again. My dick had never went down and I was still hoping to get my chance to cum. Underneath the nearly scalding hot water, Tyler kissed me again, and my skin was overflooded with sexual sensations. I ran my hands over his broad back, the small of his back, and the hard sharp curve of his ass. Tyler rubbed my chest with his large hands, jerked my dick, and tickled my balls. When Tyler was fully clean, and all the paint had been stripped away from him and disappeared down the drain, Tyler turned me around, so that my wet ass was pressing against his stomach and dick. 

"Are you gonna fuck me?" I asked, water spilling down my forehead into my mouth and eyes. 

"Do you want me to?" Tyler questioned back.

"I've always wanted you to fuck me, Tyler." I almost said 'I love you' but caught myself in time. I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against the shower wall, waiting as Tyler lubed my ass up with his spit and soap. He shoved his big dick into me, hard and deep with no warning. I tossed my head back against his shoulder and screamed. His warm dick inside of me was even hotter than the water falling down on me. Tyler grabbed my forcibly by the hips, smashing his dick into my ass over and over, faster and faster. The shower started to steam, my eyes started to twitch, and my balls were tingling like crazy. Tyler licked my back and shoulders as he fucked me, and he grunted heavily into my ear. He shoved his dick deep inside me and kept it there, and my whole body felt good all over. Tyler reached around me, grabbed my dick and started to whack me off. The faster Tyler fucked me, the harder he jerked my dick off. I could feel the cum start to rise inside of me, and I also could feel the cum start to rise in Tyler. But he continued to fuck for what seemed like hours, ripping my hole open, digging a deeper tunnel inside of me, pleasing my insides with his beautiful dick. "Oh, shit, 

Jamie," Tyler said, "I'm about to cum."

"Don't take it out," I told him. "Keep your dick inside me."

Tyler released a thunderously loud grunt, shoved his dick as far as it would go inside of me, and released what seemed like two liters of hot, sticky cum inside of me. The warmth of his cum made me want to cum too. Tyler, anticipating this, snatched his dick out my ass, spun me around, dropped to his knees, took my dick into his hot mouth, and my load just came bursting onto the back of his mouth. I could feel the cum going down his throat and feel him swallowing each drop. 

Afterward he stood, and placed his tongue into my mouth. We stood there, surrounded by steam and hot water, until we were ready to go again.

After Tyler fucked me for the third time, it was almost three o' clock in the morning. "You should just spend the night," I told him.

"I would, but I got work in the morning," Tyler told me. As he headed toward the door, Tyler said to me, quite seriously. "I hope you don't tell anybody about this."

Kissing him, I said, "Only if we can do it again."

"Of course we will," Tyler said genuinely and left. 

Afterwards, I walked over to the couch and looked on the white sheet that Tyler had lain on--the outline of Tyler's body was perfectly imprinted on the sheet in several different colors. Smiling, I picked it up, folded in half, and carried it back to my room.