Date: Thu, 6 Nov 2003 10:04:28 -0800 (PST)
From: dante umbero <danteumbero@yahoo.com>
Subject: Artist's Holiday-Joel 2

WARNING this story contains graphic descriptions of
hot man 2 man sex.  If you are offended or too young
to read it go away.  Otherwise enjoy.
This story is based on real characters and real
events.  While creative license has been used to
enhance the tale, and obviously the names have been
changed, the general storyline is factual.
The characters in this story were living in a place
and time when diseases were not so common.  Be
responsible and don't make love without a "glove".
Ciao
Dante-


I started a fire in the sitting room and sloshed two
fingers of C.V.'s bourbon he had kindly supplied the
cottage with, in a glass of ice and settled in a chair
in front of the fire.  My thoughts wandered from the
paintings progress to Joel, I could feel my dick swell
at the very thought of him and at my age that was
unusually refreshing.  Careful, I told myself, there
is nothing possible between us except sex, as though I
could convince myself.  The thought of his body
brought my cock to full arousal and I shifted in the
chair to accommodate it.   A knock at the door brought
me out of my daydreams.

I went to the door and opened it to find Joel standing
in the pool of light from the sitting room.  I reached
out and put my hand on his firm shoulder and drew him
into the house.  As the door settled into the jam I
leaned into him and pressed my lips firmly against
his, as usual amazed at their softness compared to the
rest of his body.  We went into the bedroom and I
kissed him again, this time opening my lips against
him and pushing my tongue past his teeth and into his
hot mouth.  I could feel his hands squeezing my back
pulling me closer, I was so turned on by the wait that
I started pulling his shirt open.  I heard a noise as
a button skittered across the hardwood floor and I
stopped and caught my breath.  I looked into Joel's
eyes and could see the lust there.  He was as hot for
this as I was.  No more tender consideration, he had
taken my cock up his ass last night, and tonight I was
going to return the favor.    My lips touched the hair
on his pecs and I opened my mouth against the
scratchiness of it.  I could smell his scrubbed
fragrance and the hint of the soap he had used.  I
pushed the thin cloth off his shoulders and let it
drop to the floor.  My mouth touched his hardened
nipple and I could hear the faint intake of breath as
my tongue played with it.  My hands, with a life of
their own, were first opening then pushing his jeans
down, then wrapped around his rock hard dick and
squeezed it.  Joel moaned, but passively stood and let
me have my way with his beautiful hard body.  My cock
ached but I wanted to feel him inside me.  I knelt in
front of him and took his dick into my mouth, the
blond curls tickling my nose and the musky odor
filling my senses until I thought I would explode.  I
buried my fingers in his tight buttocks and pulled him
deeper into my mouth, his balls slapping against my
chin.  My breath was coming in ragged gasps, I needed
to slow down.

 I pulled off him and he sat down on the end of the
bed and started loosening my shirt, it was soon in a
pile beside his and then I pulled his boots off then
his jeans and boxers joined our shirts.  He lay back
and I stood up.  He watched as I unbuttoned my slacks
and lowered the zipper as slowly as I could, never
once breaking eye contact.  I could see his cock
throbbing with anticipation as it lay tight against
his belly.  I kicked off my shoes and slowly lowered
my slacks and boxers, my dripping cock flopping out
and sticking straight out from its nest of dark brown
hair.  I knelt across his abdomen and bent down and
kissed him again softly this time flicking my tongue
against his.  His hands were around my waist and then
he put one hand on my cock and stroked it.  I reached
down and pulled his cock upright and slowly lowered
myself until I could rub his shaft against my hole.
My nuts lay on each side of his shaft as I slide back
and forth along his tube.  He started to flush and
moaned again.

I leaned down and said, "I want you in me tonight, I
want you to fuck me hard and fill me up.  You're a
hot; slut puppy and I need it really bad."

"Oh yeah, I want you bad.  I want that tight hole,
dude."  He moaned.

I reached to the nightstand and got the lube and a
condom.  I trickled some lube onto his hard dick and
stroked it, then opened the package and slowly rolled
the latex down his slick cock.  I trickled some more
lube on the outside of the condom and then he took the
lube from me and poured some on his fingers.  I leaned
down and started kissing him again harder this time,
once again our mouths opened to each other.  I felt
his finger touch my pucker and saw stars as he slowly
but insistently pushed in.  I moaned in ecstasy as he
added another finger and hit my fuck nut.   He pulled
his fingers out and I whimpered with the empty feeling
but then I felt his helmet head at my now hot open
hole and I simply leaned back and sank onto his love
stick.

"Oh fuck!" he said, as I sank against him.

I started to slowly piston on him, searching for just
the right angle.  When his hard cock hit my nut I
moaned again and sped up.  He had his hands on my hips
and then he was jacking my dripping dick.  I was
locked in the rhythm and could feel the surge as my
orgasm built up.  His hand kept stroking me on the
outside and his cock was stroking me on the inside.  I
was taken out of time and suddenly I was rocked with
the first spasm, as my cum shot up and landed on his
face.  I contracted around his cock and he yelled and
moaned at the same time.   Through the surging of my
own orgasm I could feel his cock jerking deep inside
me and I knew he was dumping his load in the latex.  I
collapsed against him and felt the last of his spasms.
 My cum was slick between us and I licked it off his
face.  Then he opened his mouth and tasted my flavor
on my tongue.

I sighed and he whispered in my ear, "Does it get any
better than this?"

I chuckled and said, "Well not much, unless you're
really in love with your lover than it becomes
something a little more mellow.  But this is pretty
damn good."

"Dave, I think..."  He said and I put my hand to his
lips.

"Don't say anything, Joel.  Let's just lie here and
enjoy the warmth."  I said quietly.  I moved until I
was lying on my side against him with my arm wrapped
around his chest.  I could feel his breathing and his
heart as it slowed.  I could see his face in the
dimness and could tell he was lost in thought.
Somewhere deep down I wanted him to finish that
sentence but also was afraid that if he did we would
loose something.

"What are you doing Thursday evening, Joel?'  I said
to break the moment and divert his thoughts.

"I don't know, why?"  He said puzzled.

"I thought we could go out.  I made a few inquiries
and found a place I want to take you."  I said.  "I
think you should experience more than just my rather
jaded fumbling."  I laughed

"I'm not sure what you mean by jaded, I thought it was
great.  Why do you keep putting us down like that?"
He said quietly, "You think you're old and not sexy
and keep telling me how hot and beautiful I am.  Don't
you believe me when I say that I think you are the
hottest, sexiest man I have every met.  When I'm
around you I don't feel tongue tied and kinda dumb
like I do around most guys.  I know I'm just a hick
from the country, but I think I'm a pretty good judge
of what I find sexy."  He said flatly.  Then he
propped himself on his elbow and looked down at me.
"Just stop it, ok?  I know that this Anne chick dumped
you and made you feel bad, but you know she's history.
 I wish I could make you see yourself through my
eyes."  Then he leaned down and kissed me.

I was stunned by his outburst, "I'm sorry, Joel.  I
hadn't realized that I was making you feel like that.
 I guess I am trying to protect myself, from myself,
if that makes any sense." I said after a pause,
quietly to his back, as he sat on the edge of the bed.
  He went into the bathroom and I could hear as he let
loose into the commode with his piss.  I lay back and
looked at the ceiling thinking about what he had said.
 It gave me an insight into him I wouldn't have
guessed.  It also made me sad.  I had warned him about
getting too involved.

He threw me a towel as he lay back down.  I wiped the
remains of our session off my body and tossed the
towel into a corner.  I sat up, "Want to go sit in
front of the fire?"  I asked.

He looked down at me, turned pink and nodded.  I
pulled on a robe and Joel pulled on his jeans without
his boxers.  On the way through to the living room he
paused at the studio.  "Can I look at the painting?"
He asked.

"Sure, just don't expect too much this early in the
process."  I laughed and went on into the living room.


When he emerged from the studio I was again sitting in
the wingback chair with my neglected bourbon.  I
handed Joel one and he sat down.

"I can't believe it, it looks just like her."  He
said.  "How do you do that?"

I stared into the fire and said, "You know I had a
journalist ask me that very thing once and I told him
that I pick up a brush and if everything is just right
the magic happens and I don't really know how I do it.
 He thought I was joking and got pretty pissed.  I
wasn't though and I tried to explain it to him.  I
studied hard in school and learned different
techniques and theory about color and composition and
I certainly use those things, but my greatest and best
stuff just happens.  Today, when I was painting out in
the paddock,
It simply started happening, and before I knew it the
mare was staring back at me from the canvas.  It is
one way I judge a work.  When I really can't explain
how it happened then I know it is one of my best.
Believe me they aren't all like that.  Sometimes it's
a struggle from the start and a long slog till it's
finished, especially commission work."

Joel sipped from his glass and suddenly started
coughing and spluttering.  I went to the drinks
cabinet and poured him a glass of water and handed it
to him and patted him on the back as he tried to
regain his breath.  A second or two latter he sat the
glass down, looked at me and said, "How do you drink
that shit, it damn near took the hide off my throat."

I laughed until tears were running down my face and
then leaned down and kissed him.  "It's an acquired
taste lover boy.  Perhaps I should give it up.  You
have witnessed what it does to me."

He pulled me down into his lap and buried his face
into my neck and said, "I guess for that I'll be
thankful...you were so intimidating when you were drunk.
 Then when you touched my cheek and called me
beautiful I thought I would pop my load right there.
I damn near floated back up to the bunkhouse that
night."

I could feel his dick thickening under my weight.  I
pulled his face back out of my neck and whispered,
"I'm glad I drank too much too.  If I hadn't I would
never have said that to you although I was thinking
it."

"I think we need to go back to the bedroom."  He said
shyly and started kissing me deeply.

The grey light of the dawn was lighting the bedroom
when Joel's weight shifting woke me.  I looked over
and he was sitting on the bedside pulling on his
clothes.  I touched his shoulder.
"Good morning lover."  I said sleepily "We must have
drifted off to sleep."

"Yeah, I hope Carlo is still asleep, or I'm gonna have
some explaining to do."  Joel said and turned towards
me.  "Dave, I love you."  He said firmly but quietly.
Then stood up and walked out of the bedroom.

I threw back the duvet and ran after him naked.  I
caught up with him at the door and grabbed his
shoulder and spun him around to face me.  "What did
you say?" I asked rather stupidly.

"I said I love you.  I know you don't want to hear
that, but there it is I can't stand not telling you.
Whether you love me or not, I wanted you to know."  He
said looking down at the floor.

I tilted his head up by the chin and looked into his
blue eyes that were filled with fear.  "Damn it Joel,
I think I love you too."  I leaned into him and kissed
him tenderly.

"I got to get back up there."  He said resigned and
kissed me again.

To be continued....