Date: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 12:42:22 -0700
From: Ben Ezra Jacobson <ben_ezra_jacobson@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE PAINTER, chapter 4

THE PAINTER
by
Ben Ezra Jacobson

Chapter 4

    The air in the night became cool once again.  I hopped out of bed and
closed the sun porch door and tip toed to the bathroom to urinate.  When I
returned to bed, Daniel had thrown back the cover.  He was hot.  Perhaps it
was all that hair all over his body.  Lying on his back with his hands over
his head, he sported a large beautiful erection.  He had morning wood six
hours before time to rise for the day.  I crawled up from the foot of the
bed and lay between his legs.  I took his balls into my hand.  They were
two perfect orbs and his scrotum was warm in my hand.  With the other hand
I wrapped my fingers around his penis.  It seemed to harden in my hand if
such were possible.  It too was warm.  Daniel still smelled like the soap
he had showered with before bed time.  His scent was so very masculine.  I
stuck out my tongue and ran it up the length of his shaft.  He moaned
softly.  I did it again...and he squirmed a bit in the bed but did not
change his position.  Pulling his erection towards my face, I put it into
my mouth and went down as far as I could go without gagging on it's size.
He open his eyes and then smiled...flashing those beautiful white teeth at
me again.

    "Scotty...don't tell me you are horny this early in the morning?"

    "I couldn't resist.  You are just too manly to ignore," I responded.

    I popped his dick back into my mouth and tasted it again.  It reeked of
manliness.  I slid my lips over his shaft and continued to move up and down
on it.  He in turn, began to leak seminal fluid.  It was sweet and yet
salty.

    "Bear down on it with your teeth, Scotty.  No, not like that...harder,"
he commanded.  That's it...yet a little harder."

    He moaned again.

    "Get up, over top of me and let your balls hang in my face," he
instructed.

    I hurried to crawl over the top of him and reversing, lowered my groin
over his face.  He opened his mouth to receive my hard rod.  I suspect that
in the mirror had the light been on...we would have looked like an oil
well.  When my head came up, his went down on me.  When my head went down
on him, his head came up.  The rhythm was amazing.  It just felt so damn
good.  He pushed my knees forward and pulled my buttocks back where he
could rim me with his tongue.  It was like a thousand little censor needles
screaming at the same time.  With each lick, I secreted more seminal fluid.
Daniel scooted down, closer to the foot of the bed where he could put my
penis back into his mouth and with his free hand, wetting his longest
finger...inserted it through my anal sphincter.  It only took a few sucks
and thrusts of his finger until I dropped my load into his mouth.  The
feeling was so intense that when he pushed me over onto my side...the
nerves in my legs were still jumping.  He hurried to his feet and hoofed it
to the bathroom to spit.  He returned with a large towel and putting down
where my groin would roll over, onto it... took some Vaseline and lubed my
anus and pushed his big dick into the opening.  I flinched with sudden
pain.  Daniel was large.  He took his finger and inserted it and then
two...stretching my sphincter muscles until they no longer rebelled.
Applying a little more lube to my pucker and his shaft...he pushed in again
and this time it created no pain.  My eyes glanced at the clock on the
bedside table.  It showed 1:10 AM.  Daniel rode me hard, but not rough. He
moved sideways, he moved up and down and he moved in and out.  The head of
his penis was pummeling my prostate until it almost was getting sensitive
to the touch.  He suddenly lunged forward and moaned.  I felt his toe nails
push into the flesh of my feet.  He was erupting and hanging on for dear
life.  He panted and shook as the orgasm reverberated through out his body.
He reached up and bit down on my earlobe from behind as he thrust his
pelvis against my buttocks and pushed his penis deep into my canal.

    "Oh Scotty...it feels so damn good."

    A couple more hard thrusts and he went from bliss, to too sensitive.
He pulled out quickly and lay on top of me.  His weight was almost
crushing.  He evidently realized that because he suddenly pulled his knees
up and elbow back wards to take his weight off of me.

    "I could just hold you like this forever, David," he said...and then
realized what he had just said.

    "I'm sorry Scotty...I got carried away in the moment."

    He climbed off of me and took my hands in his.

    "I'm so sorry," he repeated.

    For one quick moment...memory had taken him back to his youth when he
and his brother David had shared a moment of brotherly love.


     I understood what had just happened.  I got up and went to the
bathroom to drain and clean myself up.  When I returned, I climbed back
into the bed and scooted close to Daniel.  He was still in shock from
having called me after his late brother.  Taking his hands in mine, I again
assured him that no offense was taken.

    "Scotty... you remind me so much of him...except for your age.  You are
considerate, and smart, and kind...just like he was...and for a brief
moment...  through you, he was back."

    "If I reminded you for a brief moment of happy days...then I am glad,"
I said.
    "If I am going to be your little brother and you are going to be my
older brother...it is only natural that we should remind one another of
him."

    Daniel kissed me on the forehead and climbed out of bed to clean
himself up and to throw the towel we had used under me, down the laundry
shoot.  When he came back to bed, he scooted as close as he could get, and
putting his arm over my waist, held me close while we slept the rest of the
early morning hours.

    Despite the sexual encounter of the early morning, both of us awoke
with morning wood, but we did nothing about it.  Had Daniel wanted to talk
further about David... I would have listened and tried to be understanding.
It was the honest truth when I said I hadn't any negative emotion about the
slight of names.
    I had never been happier than I was in living in his house with him.
After last nights event...I realized that I actually did love Daniel...and
not for his help, his home that he opened to me, nor all he did to keep me
contented...I loved him because he was genuine and he cared for me.

    There would be studio time today.  We sat up a studio table that would
carry his weight and covered it with a dark colored blanket for contrast.
Daniel produced a wide brimmed Fedora that had been his brother's.  He put
it on his head and inclined his head towards the floor.  His face was
mostly in deep shadow...the perfect solution for my painting.  Using a
Polaroid Instamatic camera to take some reference photos for composition
and perspective, Daniel took his place lying on the blanket.  He would lie
on his stomach with his top knee bent slightly and look towards the floor.
As I snapped the photos of him, it was amazing how pleased I felt that he
was doing this for me.  He posed and I sketched for thirty minute
intervals.  He would get up to approve my sketching...then return to his
pose.  He was beautiful.  I wanted to sketch but at the same time...I
wanted to run up to him and run my tongue all over his lovely body.  I
loved him... I loved him.
     The next few weeks passed very quickly.  I enjoyed all my classes but
it was art class that I anticipated each morning when I got ready for
class.  I painted from my photos during the day and from life at night.
With Daniel's help...the figure on my canvas took shape.  Interestingly
enough, not a single fellow student asked the identity of my model.
Daniel, lying naked on the table with his front side against the dark brown
blanket...did not suggest that it was he at all.  The fedora covered his
face so that his beard and mustache did not show, because of the shadows.
The person on the table in my painting looked like a man half Daniel's age.
If they wondered as to the identity...no one expressed any interest in
asking.

    We were approaching the Thanksgiving holiday and classes would end on
Wednesday.  My desire was to finish the painting for the exhibit on the
preceding Friday.  I came into the studio at school and started putting
paint on my pallet.  I squeezed out the titanium white for a base and
around it, dollops of burnt umber, burnt sienna, Naples yellow, yellow
oxide, cadmium red light and for my shadows, Prussian blue and viridian
green.  In lieu of black which is too flat and dead, I mixed Prussian blue,
burnt umber and alizarin crimson to get an exquisite brownish black that
warm and vibrant.

    At school, I always called Daniel, professor.  He critiqued my work the
same as the other students and showed no inclination towards favoritism.
In fact, he often seemed distant but polite.  We sat up our exhibit on
Thursday in the exhibition hall.  Many of the pieces were abstract which
were preferred by the jurists...but any painting of a naked person always
was accepted as an equal to the abstractions.

    Daniel was one of the jurists.  At home, he praised my work and told me
that I deserved, "Best in the Show"...  but he would not be the only person
judging the works...so, it was likely that I would receive a lesser award.
He would try to influence where he could, but I must understand that it was
a group decision.

    I also understood the process of a juried art show.  If I received only
a participation award or nothing, I would still have the greater prize in
that Daniel had become part of my life.  He was my prize and I could wish
for nothing greater.

    All quarter, I had painted next to a sophomore artist named Bambi
Britton.  She had been painting abstract florals which were really very
well executed.  She was showing a large painting of red poppies that was
exquisite.

    Daniel and I slipped into the exhibition hall with his faculty key late
after the paintings had been juried.  The exhibit was amazing.  I agreed
with some of the judges decisions and with a few, I wondered at the logic
of their decision.  When we got to my painting...it had a blue ribbon
attached.  I suppose I should have been excited but Bambi Briton's abstract
floral was hanging next to it and she had received an honorable mention
award.

    "Daniel," I whispered, "Come see this painting of the red poppies."

    He walked up, next to me and stared at the floral.

    "It's exquisite," he said.  "Wonder what the other judges were thinking
in only giving it an honorable mention.  I remember voting it a blue
ribbon."

    We walked away to look at the other displays but my mind came back to
Bambi's work.  She had been so proud of the way it had turned out.  Her
perspective was excellent.  She had good color and contrast.  What was
there about her work that had merited only an honorable mention?

    "Daniel, can't you do something about this," I asked.

    "It's too late Scotty...the other judges have left.  Two of us were
from the university and the other four were from other universities.  One
from Chicago.  There isn't any way to contact them this late and try to
persuade them to reconsider.  Don't take it personal.  Perhaps next time,
your friend will fare better."

    He pulled me towards the door and started shutting down the lights.

    "Daniel...wait.  I left my keys laying on the table by the pottery."

    I hustled back to the pottery table and grabbed up my keys and hurried
back to where he was holding the door.  I stepped through as he locked the
door and then shook it to test security.  We walked back to the house and
talked about the open house tomorrow.  I had decided to stay on campus with
Daniel instead of going home to see my parents.  They could see me at
Christmas break and I had told them that I was bringing Daniel with me.
They had responded that he would be welcome.  They were progressive and
they understood that he was now an intricate part of my life.  There is no
doubt in my mind that they would like him.

     My Friday classes, today, were all morning classes.  Art class which
was an afternoon class and the last for this day would be held at the
exhibition hall.  We all met in the lobby and Daniel took roll.  We were
all present save one who had cut all of his classes today to get an early
start for home.

    I hung back and let the rest go before me since I had previously seen
the exhibit last night.  I talked with many of the exhibitors and hung out
at the refreshment table.

    From within the center we heard a loud shriek as some of the girls were
shouting and jumping up and down and hugging each other.  I meandered that
way and saw Bambi being hugged and congratulated.  She had tears running
down her face as she and the rest of the class looked at her lovely floral
painting where a blue ribbon of excellence hung.

   Daniel turned to look at me and while the others were distracted with
their jubilation, he took my arm and escorted me out the door.

   "Scotty, what the hell do you think you are doing?"

    "Giving her the award she deserved, Daniel.  I don't need a blue ribbon
to make me happy.  I've got you...and that is worth a hell of a lot more
than some stupid ass ribbon," I snapped back at him.

    His face blended into a smile.  "You would pass up the honor, and
possibility of next time being the best in the show, to do this for a
fellow student?"

    "Yes," I replied back.  "The ribbon is not as important as I thought it
would be...but it would mean the world to Bambi."

    "You know...I should report the error and correct it."

    I grabbed his arm, "Please don't Daniel.  Let her have her moment of
glory.  If you really love me...let her have the award."

    "Scotty...you are amazing.  I think you just added a year of maturity
to your understanding of teaching and painting."


     Daniel returned to the gallery to talk to the students about their
work.  I hung back and listened intently...fearing that he might yet give
me away...but he did not.

    Another student in my class walked up to me and said, "Tough break
Talley.  I thought for sure you would get the best in the show."

   "No," I responded.  "My painting needs too much work on it yet.  Perhaps
next year.

    "Oh Scotty," called Bambi to me.  "An honorable mention.  You deserved
much better than that."

    "No I didn't Bambi.  My painting needs more work.  If I can get the
model to pose for me some more...perhaps I will get a better likeness later
on."

    She kissed my cheek and said, "Well I think you are the best."  Leaning
as close as she could get to my ear, she whispered, "And tell Dr. Wood that
he has a hot body for a professor."  She winked...and walked away.