Date: Sat, 13 Sep 2003 16:57:32 +0000
From: Antonio Beardall <mr_madonna@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Tattoo Artist

For as long as I could remember I have always wanted a tattoo. My mother of
course pretty much prohibited any such thing when I lived at home. Not so
much as a pierced ear. That is why I was so glad when I moved out and moved
to London to pursue my education at London University. I wanted to be an
author and decided to brush up on my literary skills, which meant I had to
take a course on English Authors, The Renaissance, and Post-Modern
Literature.

	I was still pretty young, being only 18 years old, and was
surrounded by more brilliant minds. I was relatively good looking, had a
slim build, but definitely had a toned body. I kept it this way with yoga
and going for a run whenever I had pent up sexual energy to burn. Being in
college made me feel free, and mature at the same time. But I still wanted
to get my tattoo.

BY this time I had already pierced my left ear and wanted to focus on
getting a tattoo, but decided to wait until I found the right studio. Oh,
by the way, I have a confession to make: I am bisexual. While I love a good
pussy and eating a good pussy and fucking a good pussy, there is something
about jerking or sucking a nice stiff cock that made me wild. In gay sex I
was always a top and had decided to never be a bottom. I hate getting a
thermometer up my ass, so I could imagine the discomfort about getting a
fully erect schlong up my hole. But it was always a pleasure stuffing my
seven inches up some young twink's ass, and hearing him grunt and beg for
more.

	By the way, my name is Mike. I'm a Scorpio, and sex is on my mind
almost all day. I was always looking for conquests, to get myself off, some
nice big guy with a nice big dick to suck, or some nice piece of ass to
sink my dick into. I usually cruised the library or little clubs around
campus, and usually got fair game.

One day in a coffee house near campus I saw a guy I recognized from most of
my classes. His name was Drew, straight looking, and was someone I had
already fantasized about. He was a little over six feet, brawny, gorgeous
platinum blonde hair, and I constantly undressed him with my eyes. I never
had to nerve to speak to him until I noticed he had a beautiful tattoo on
his left forearm. I walked up to him with only the intent of finding out
who had done it for him. I ended up getting more than I had bargained for.

	"Hey Drew," I said casually. "I like your tattoo man."

	"Thanks man," he replied, obviously flattered. "You're Mike right?"

"Yeah," I told him. Did getting your tattoo there hurt? Do you have more?"

"Didn't hurt much here, and yes, I have a whole lot more. I want to get my
entire body tattooed and so far I have done my entire lower body."

	"Who did it for you?" It really was a beautiful piece of art (not
to mentions his forearm) and I had decided to visit the same studio he did.

	"I did it myself."

	"No shit! Are you a tattoo artist then, I mean like do you have a
studio?"

	"No man. I do professional work but mostly for myself and a few
personal buddies of mine."

	"How much would you charge to do one for me?" I wanted him to do
mine, taking into consideration he would have to touch my skin. My mouth
almost watered at this thought.

	"Depends man, on the size, colors and location." Location? Maybe I
should do it on my dick, then he would have to touch it, but I didn't voice
this opinion just then.

	"I have a design at my flat. Would you like to come over one day
and check it out, maybe get started on it?"

	"Well I ain't got nothin' to do now so, wanna go now?" Of course at
this point my nerves were killing me. He was so fucking sexy, although I
could not tell whether he would swing my way or not but it would be worth a
try. I then remembered that I had a major paper to start writing but then
figure I could start tomorrow. I might actually get my tattoo done tonight.

	"Sure," I said. "Let's go now. Should we stop by your place and get
like ink and your machine and stuff?"

"No dude. I just came back from the store with my stock, so I'm ready if
you are." With a raging hard-on we caught a cab and went back to my
place. Thank god I lived alone. This way I could do whatever I wanted and
not having to worry about anyone looking at me strangely. We got there in a
few minutes and went inside. I went to the refrigerator, took out two beers
and tossed him one. Apparently he was as thirsty as I was for we both
gulped them down like water.  Eventually brought out two six packs annd
laid them on the table.

We sat on my couch and started talking about tattoos. I was interested in
finding out just exactly how much experience this guy had. I wanted
something to last forever that was beautiful. Piercings could be removed,
but disappointing tattoos? That was complicated.

"So, how long have you been doing tattoos?"

"Since I was twelve, I started on myself, then neighborhood kids, now I
have lots of people out there walking with my work on their various body
parts, from friends and classmates to people I have fooled around with, all
wanting part of my touch."

"Is there any part of the body you won't tattoo?" I decided to throw this
out there, to get some kind of feedback.

"Actually, there is not one body part I am scared to try." I was getting
turned on with the notion of he tattooing my ass or dick, or at least just
entertaining the notion. I then asked,

"Have you ever done someone's, you know, their privates?"

"Privates? Hell yeah." He did not even blush, like this was all too
natural. "I have done pussies to assholes to dicks man. Infact, I tattooed
my own dick, and last year this guy tattooed my ass."

"Didn't getting you dick tattooed hurt?" I could not believe I had asked
this, maybe it was the seventh beer talking.

"It did a little, but the work was beautiful. Only getting my dick to stay
hard for so long was trouble. But when it was done, it was beautiful." My
mind was drifting away to his dick at this point. His dick must be
beautiful, and images ran through my head. I almost did not remember
blurting out,

"A tattooed dick must look so sexy. Wish I could see what one looks like."
At this point my face turned crimson. But I was surprised when Drew said,

"Wanna see mine?" And before I could say anything he had already unzipped
his pants, pulled them down and pulled his dick out of his underwear. Maybe
the alcohol was working through him too. His thighs were tattooed as well,
and so that I could get a better view, he pulled his underwear down and
showed me his ass, with the Union Jack painted across it. He spread his
cheeks so that I could see his tattoo all they way to his puckered hole,
which I wanted to lick at that moment. His asshole looked so inviting, I
kept imagining myself ramming my fuckpole up inside his flag.

But, the piece of beauty was his dick. A green dragon was tattooed on
it. His dick was limp, so the dragon was shriveled at covered a lot by his
thick pubic hair. His pubic hair looked so smooth and shiny, and wet from
the sweat gathering in his pants. His balls hung low and were huge. They
were covered with jet black hair too.

 "Wanna see it grow," he asked and then started jerking his dick. He pumped
his dick for what seemed like minutes while his dragon began to grow into
full length. His hanging balls bounced while he beat his meat. I could not
believe this was happening to me. I had already started to sweat and wanted
to bad to reach out and touch his meat to help him grow. But there it
grew. The beautiful green dragon grew inch by remarkable thick inch, until
this dragon was nine inches long. The flames seemed to leap out onto his
beautiful cock head which had a drip of precum. My then inferior seven
inches almost creamed inside my pants. Then I asked,

"Doesn't having a tattoo there kill any of the excitement during sex?" I
wanted as much information as I could get. "Isn't the skin like rough?"

"No, actually it does not. I actually think it is exciting to have my green
dragon in a pussy or tight asshole. Go ahead, touch it, and see that it
still feels like a dick." What? Did he just say what I thought he had said?
I don't know where the courage came from, but out came my hand and grasped
his warm and pulsing dragon, and I heard him whisper a slight moan. I held
tightly unto his throbbing beast, looking at the masterpiece. It was
fucking huge, with such great detail work covering every inch of this
beauty. I could still make and feel the thick veins running over his dick.

  Maybe he did swing my way. I had to find out. I slowly reached forward
and licked to oozing precum off his slit and he moaned again. His precum
tasted salty, and I savored every drop of it.

At this point I took the entire dragon's head into my mouth a sucked it
like it was a lollipop. Drew started to rotate his hips to the motion of me
sucking his head. He managed a way out of his underwear and pants, took off
his shirt and slowly sat back down, with me never taking my mouth off his
reptile tool. He then took the back of my head and slowly pushed me down
the rest of his beast. I was worried that I would not be able to take the
entire nine inches, but I did not want to stop. I was soon surprised to
find my nose buried in his thick and musky pubic hear, and feeling the back
of his dick against my throat. That gave me further incentive to suck the
flames out of his dragon. I deep throated him while he moaned and breathed
hard, and sporadically saying, "Yes, take my fucking dragon, take this
fucking beast, the best it yet to come."

His pubes were wet with sweat and smelled really musty. It was the smell of
manhood and it made me fucking hornier. I grasped his giant balls and
stared to massage them. They felt like rocks in my palm as they had grown
hard. My small hand could barely contain the size of thus plums.


I quickened my pace and sucked him like a vacuum cleaner, drinking up all
the precum that oozed from his dick, and savored the flavor as it mixed
with my saliva. My nose was repeatedly buried in his thick black pubes and
I drank in the smell. I sucked faster and faster and I could hear him
breathing faster, while he bucked his hips upward, trying to get every last
millimeter of his dick down my throat.

He slid further down on the couch, not releasing the back of my head for a
second as he fucked my throat. I felt around till I felt his sweaty hole
and squirreled a finger into it. His hole felt so hot, and I could feel the
muscles contract around my finger as he was nearing climax.

Then he suddenly screamed aloud while his beast spewed forth jet after jet
of thick hot cum down my throat. His ass muscles contracted around my
finger as I finger fucked him. While he pulled his dick out cum still
erupted onto my tongue which I greedily lapped up, but while I still had
some on my tongue, he pulled me to him and greedily kissed my mouth tasting
his own cum, precum and dick on my lips. We kissed for several seconds
before he released me and fell back on the couch exhausted.

At this point I was not finished. I took him by the hand and took him to my
bed where I pushed him down face first on the bed and told him to stay that
way. Then I parted his butt cheeks and went straight for his hole. My
tongue lapped at the hot steamy musty hole, I darted my tongue in and out,
and I heard his cries of satisfaction. I buried my face in his crack and
lapped at this asshole for what seemed like a couple minutes. At this point
my head was bursting with the heat of this all. I never wanted to leave
this treasure chest. His asshole was hairy as well and it tickled my
nose. (I remember that that was the first time I had ever done that. I
usually saw it as disgusting, but now I am a regular muncher)

 Suddenly I rose up, turned him around and started kissing him, giving his
a taste of his own asshole. I wanted to fuck him so bad as my dick was now
swelled bursting. (Of course at this point my clothes were all off.) I
badly wanted to fuck his well lubricated hole.

But then suddenly looking at his nine inches, a crazy thought swept across
my mind. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, maybe it was the alcohol, but
I told him, "Fuck me."

"Huh?"

"Fuck me. I am virgin down there, but I want your cock in me, make me feel
what it is like. Fuck me!"

"Alright," he said happily. I lay on my back, while he hoisted my legs on
his shoulders. This is it, I thought, this is it. I was finally gonna see
why so many guys loved it up the ass. He spat onto his palm and I could
feel him rubbing it into my asshole. My God that felt GOOD! He used a
finger and worked its way in, and it hurt like hell, but I wanted it
still. He loosened my hole up a bit. He slid his finger out and put it in
my mouth and I licked it greedily, tasting my own ass hole. (Like I said,
it was probably the alcohol because I would have never done that) Suddenly
I felt the head of his dragon against my virgin hole. It was still sticky
form where he had already come. And then the head popped in. I moaned
loudly. There was pain shooting all over my body. He then simply let the
head stay there until the pain gave way to intense pleasure. At this point
I could not wait. I grabbed his butt and pulled quickly, and in one fell
swoop all nine inches of his rock hard manpole was deep in my hole. It hurt
like a motherfucker, like fire up my ass.

It was the greatest thrill of my life. He then pulled out, and eased back
in, thrusting deeply, so deep I could feel his pubes rubbing against my
skin. He picked up the pace and he fucked me. His dick slid in and out and
I began to realize why so many guys like this.  I yelled out,

"Fuck me Drew, fuck me, rape me, fuck me hard." He picked up his pace,
slamming into me, his balls slapping against me making me even hotter. I
wanted him to ram into my ass, to fuck my ass so hard, I wanted to feel his
dick all the way in stomach. His dick plummeted in and out of me, making a
squelching noise, as his slick dick and precum mixed with my ass juices. As
he fucked me furiously, my legs on his shoulders, I pumped my own shaft
with all the energy I had left. I could feel all his nine inches in me, and
I wished that is was bigger, so it could go deeper. He had his eyes closed,
his hair dripping with sweat, he licking his lips, and his hips kept
bucking into me, slamming harder and harder. He was beautiful. I writhed in
pleasure on the bed. I feared the bed was gonna break because he fucking me
so hard. For his being my first time, it was the best thing I had ever
felt.

 We panted and moaned, I yelled for him to fuck me harder, and he whispered
stuff like

"Take this dragon bitch, gonna fuck you hard, nasty little bitch." I loved
the way the way he talked. HE picked up his pace and I new he was gonna
blow soon, and so was I. Suddenly I exploded in ecstasy, my cum spewing so
far it covered his face, and he greedily licked it up. And while I was
cumming my ass muscles contracted around his dick, and his dragon exploded
with jet after jet of hot cum deep in my ass. He kept on thrusting, more
cum being unloaded deep in my ass. Then he collapsed on top of me, kissing
me, me tasting my own come.

He left his dick in there until it was limp. He slowly pulled it out and I
felt so empty. I felt all his cum leaking out my ass. Our sweaty smelly
bodies just laid there, hands groping limp sticky dicks, and then we began
kissing, lips mixed with the flavors of saliva, cum and assjuice. He
must've pumped bucket loads of cum into me for I still felt cum dripping
out my ass, which he was fingering. I don't remember falling asleep.


The next morning when we woke up, he still on top of me with his finger
still in my ass. We went to the shower where this time he gave me a rim
job, tasting his dried cum on my asshole. I let him fuck my sore asshole
again before I got my turn on him. I could not believe little me was
fucking such a big guy. His ass was so tight! We then showered and both
came outside into the hall dripping wet, naked and dog tired.

We eventually began on my tattoo, buck naked, which I got on my left calf,
a scorpion, after my zodiac sign. We fucked once more before he left. When
he left I collapsed on my couch, exhausted, my ass very sore, but I loved
it.


We saw each other many times after that, especially when I had a new tattoo
design to show him. Sometimes he would come alone, sometimes with one, two
or three friends. Sometimes I would fuck one or two holes, or be fucked by
three or four dicks, all nine inches or bigger. Now, I'm a bottom mostly,
loving the feeling of a big dick up my ass. I rarely fuck pussies now.
Usually I am on my back or knees with one dick up my ass and another in my
mouth, with one or two waiting in line ready to fuck my waiting asshole.
And for me, the bigger the dick, the happier I am. Maybe someday I will
find someone with a size 14 dick, maybe a black guy. Yeah, a nice black
dick up my white ass.