Date: Sun, 12 Nov 2006 09:07:32 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "Young Chinese Tattoo Artist" by Jay Roberts   Gay Encounter       Gay
    interracial

I write stories for all ages, but not here, and definitely not this one.
If your parents would not approve of your reading this, I don't either.  If
your community doesn't; I don't.  Come back after you reached the hot age
of 18.


Cole Chandler was not his real name.  If I used his real name you might
recognize it as he is the top male model.  Cole was 22 years old.  He has
been in great demand by most of the designers and famous fashion
photographers.  Mischa, who can make or break a young model said that Cole
is the most beautiful male living in the world today.  Wow, that's quite an
accolade.  I personally have spent some time with Cole on a social basis.
(I wish I could boast of a sexual affair but no.)  He has more than just
compelling good looks, he is magnetic.  Although he is mostly straight in
his sexual tastes, he is generous to share himself with an occasional man.
It is hard to completely describe his physical beauty, the print ads do
better.  Did you see that one in Vanity Fair in which he is posed nude in a
side view, intertwined with a nubile girl?  Many gay guys have pinned that
on their walls.  He seems to be a chamaeleon in that he can change the
effects of his looks to fit the product.  His spread for Boss and others in
which he wears a suit or in other sport wear seems to be different models.
He can smile slightly, just a peek of his perfect teeth showing, or frown
with archness, his natural eyebrows knitting in fierceness......ooh what an
effect.  Cole's body is without even a near comparison with other men,
models or not.  He is without fat, without body hair except on his
luxuriant pits and wildly growing crotch.  He has never shaved his body and
never developed facial hair.  His eyebrows are shaped in a natural arch and
have never been reshaped.  There are just no mars on his skin.  He eats as
he pleases and never gains.  And, oh yes, you want to know about his stuff.
He's human, no god.  His penis is well shaped, cut and of normal size.  He
does have lovely balls.  I got this from the one nude pose he did early on
for an art magazine.

No one seems to know his origin and ethnicity, but he is naturally tan and
silky of skin.  That suggests Asian or perhaps native Indian.  But I know.
Before he was famous there was an article about him.  His mother was
Brazilian and his father an Irish merchant seaman.

Coles facial features can appear cute or noble, depending on the shots.
His hair is very thick and lends itself to many arrangements.  He has a
perfect widow's peak that gives him a patrician effect when he combs back.

Okay, this lad has one passion, dancing.  He often goes to gay clubs
because he finds the best DJ's and dancing partners there, both male and
female.  This particular night he was a little drunk.  Not the usual for
him.  He just was so into the dancing that he was dry and hot and took a
drink six times when he was off the floor.  Naturally everyone's eyes were
on him.  When he danced his lower lip protruded and his face was knit in
concentration.  It was a gorgeous thing to see.

Cole had danced most of the evening with another boy model.  He knew him
slightly.  The kid was also a fabulous dancer.  His blond good looks
contrasted with Cole's danger boy looks.  There was one thing that Cole
noticed about Blake, he was wearing a tee shirt that ended just at his
waist and when he bent he exposed a tattoo just about the beginning of his
buttocks.  Cole was fascinated.  He thought it was the most sexy thing he
had ever seen.  Of course this partly came from his being half bombed.

"I like your ink.  Is that a zodiac sign?  Where'd you get it?" he asked
when they fell panting in a booth.

"No, actually it's an old Chinese sign of fortune.  I got it just a few
blocks from here.  Celestial Dynasty Body Art."  When Cole laughed at the
name, he said, "I know funny name, but Bao is the best.  You'll never see
his designs on others, each one is unique.  Here I'll write down the
address.  He is open 24 hours."

"Really, when does he sleep?"

"I asked him the same thing and he claims that he sleeps short ten minute
naps all day.  Incidentally he is quite good looking."

Cole went to the mens room.  Always a problem.  He had to stand real close
to the urinal, guys would stare down on him as though his fame gave them
permission to be rude.

He left the toilet and went through the dancers and on out the front door.
He should have said goodbye to Blake.  Cole assumed that Blake may or may
not be gay, but he appeared to be making some careful overtures.  The boy
will be disappointed, but shit, I am not a lending library.

He weaved a bit as he progressed down the two blocks toward the tattoo the
address that Blake had written down.  He laughed as he noted that Blake had
also written his phone number at the bottom.

Ahead there was a small green neon sign, "Celestial Dynasty Body Art."  Not
exactly the name that Blake had said.  He looked in the window.  He saw in
the well lit room an Asian lad in shorts and a turquoise athletic shirt.
He was working at a slant easel.  Without looking up, he reached out his
arm and beckoned with his index finger.  "How did he know I was here?  Must
be a mirror he looked into."

Cole opened the door.  An arrangement of crystal, etched panels tinkled
pleasantly.  The sound was very soothing to Cole, it made him wish he could
lie down right now and sleep off his buzz.

"Do you wish a tattoo?  I am Bao."  He reached out a hand and slipped it
into Cole's.  Cole noticed that he had an upper class British accent.  Must
be from Hong Cong and had an English instructor, he thought.

"I think so."

"Well, I never work on someone who is not sure.  Would you like to see some
designs, or do you have an idea of what you want?"

Cole said "Dragon," but surprised himself.  He hadn't exactly knew until
this moment what he wanted.

"Ah yes.  Let me show you some of the dragon drawings I have here."

He opened a leather book and inside where beautiful depictions of dragons
on rice paper.

"Gee, I didn't know there were so many styles of dragons.  Wait, this one
is sort of what I want except it is too small."

"That's no problem, it can be any size.  This is not a decal, I will
actually create it on your body."

Cole felt a shiver come over him and he began breathing a little deeply.
Was he getting turned on by this boy with the masterful personality.  No
question, Bao was a looker, tall, maybe six feet two, honey colored silky
skin and handsome boyish face, narrow eyes glinted under the black bangs
that fringed above them

Bao studied the customer before him.  He decided that Cole wanted the
tattoo, there would be no buyer's remorse.  He still hesitated because Cole
was obviously drunk.

"I'd like it right here."  He leaned over the table and pulled up his silk
club shirt and lowered his black pants, exposing his lower back just to the
first swell of his ass.

"Yes, I have done my work in that area many times.  A good choice.  It will
show when you dance or do certain sports.  You will find that you will buy
a entirely new wardrobe of short shirts."  He laughed and patted Cole on
the ass.

He brought out a clipboard.  "If you are sure, please sign here."

Cole signed as Bao leaned up close.  He had the sweetest breath, a bit like
sandalwood.

"I do the work in the back room.  Please follow me."

Cole held his pants up as he followed into the back room.  It was
windowless and lit by red bulbs.  "Don't these bulbs interfere with your
coloring."

"No, red is the happy color for Chinese.  You will see that you will feel
happy as well.  Now please remove your shirt, trousers and underpants.

Cole obeyed.  Stripping for another person was no embarrassment for him.
He saw the padded table, similar to a doctor's office.  He leaned over the
extension.  This left the front of his body clear, but his backside was
available to Bao, or at least the area above it for the tattoo.  Bao
explained that first he would draw the outlines and check with Cole to be
sure that the size was correct.  "There is no pain involved.....a little
when we use the electric needle, but I have usually recommended the gas
machine to eliminate even this."

"Gas machine?"

"Yes, you have heard of laughing gas, or more correctly nitrous oxide?  I
just attach the nose piece to your nice nose and you take the controller in
your hand.  If you feel any twinge of pain, just press.  It will deliver a
small amount of gas.  Each time you press, more will come out, but don't
continue pressing or you will be unconscious.  But, if you wish to do so,
that will not harm you.  I can revive you by turning this handle to deliver
pure oxygen."

"That sounds good.  I am relieved.  Is this a common practice in your
profession?"

"Actually I think that I am the only one who uses this."

What Bao did not tell Cole was that his gas also contained a gaseous
version of a Viagra-like medication.  He found that the subject of his work
was more relaxed and happier when when sexually aroused.  Bao looked
forward to the process with this delicious young man.  He was, himself
stiffly erected in his loose shorts.

"Okay, what you feel now is my marker laying out the outlines."

Cole smelled the familiar odor of a marking pen.  He tried to relax, but as
soon as the point touched his body he stiffened.  Bao saw that the
beautiful back had broken out in a light sweat from nervousness.  He patted
Cole's ass lightly and spoke soothingly.  "That's my boy, just let your
body relax.  This will not hurt."

He worked away for about five minutes then stood up.  "The sketch is
finished."  He held a large mirror for Cole.  "Yes," Cole exclaimed,."the
proportions are excellent."  He also thought that his ass looked both sexy
and elegant.

"Now as to colors.  The picture here is predominantly red, green and
purple.  Naturally black is in the outlines.  Do you want to change the
colors?"

"No it's exactly right, the way you conceived it."

Bao bustled about, washing his arms up to the elbow like a surgeon.  He put
on rubber gloves.  He took the electric needles out of the sterilizer and
layout out his tools on a sterile towel.  He snapped on the radio tuned to
a classical station.

He looked down at his client.  Speaking in a low musical voice he intoned
"I am wheeling the machine in front of you and placing the nose piece over
your nose.  It's on, you control it now."

Cole smelt a strong rubber smell inside the cup over his nose.  He pressed
the button.  Now he felt cold gas entering his nasal passages.  The normal
sounds in the room, the music on the small radio, the footsteps made by
Bao, all receded.  He felt comfortable, wrapped in soft wool.  He was also
aware that he was experiencing a strong erection growing and sticking out
in the clear space between the table extension and the edge of the table.
Suddenly he felt a strong prick as a needle touched him.  He pumped
vigorously on the controller and soon felt himself freed of the pain and he
began floating.  He was afraid of the pain returning.  He pumped hard,
again and again.  He was now in orbit in outer space.  He saw planets on
either side of him.  Someone was giggling.  It was his own voice.  He tried
to suppress it but a loud gaffaw escaped him.  Bao behind him, his hands on
the boy's cheeks smiled in glee.  "Have a good time."

Time passed.  Cole couldn't tell if it was a long time or a short time.
The gas seemed to distort time.  The machine was hissing as oxygen replaced
the gas.  His head was clearer now.

"How do you feel?  The oxygen will make your intoxication disappear and
prevent a hangover."

"Can I see the work you did?"

"Yes it is covered with a spray of plastic.  You won't be able to see too
much.  The gel like plastic will dissolve when you shower.  Now continue to
stay as you are.  You may feel some heavy pain as the medicine keeps the
tattoo sterile.  I would have let you use the gas, but you are such a
glutton for it, I had to end it.  I was afraid you might become addicted."
He laughed.

"Ouch!," Cole cried out.  "I am hurting like hell."

Bao came around in front.  Even though Cole's eyes were half closed he
couldn't miss the fact that the Chinese boy's pants were pushed out in an
erection.  "Cole, I am putting my finger in your mouth.  Suck it!  That
often helps."

Cole took the slim, smooth finger and sucked as though he had been given a
teet.  It felt good.  He sucked on harder, his cock aching with the
stiffness of his erection.

Bao removed his finger.  "You like to suck, boy?  Would you like to suck my
cock?"

Cole nodded to his own surprise.  He rarely ever offered oral sex, he was
usually the recipient.  But he opened his full lips and accepted the Cathay
cock greedily.  He sucked hard and licked.  He was transported with his
activity.  He began moaning in pleasure.

"You like that I see.  I would never have taken you for such an avid
cocksucker.  Keep going.  I love seeing you sluttish like this.  I think I
can train you to take it in the ass."

Bao could control himself for a long time if he wished, but he decided to
treat the boy to his delicious honey flavored cum.  He relaxed his body and
permitted the beginnings of his orgasm to occur.  Soon he was fucking his
hips back and forth and mewling with ecstacy.  He froze for a minute then
the sperm erupted and entered the boy's sucking mouth.  He gratefully
moaned in appreciation.  Finally the spewing stopped.  Bao slipped up his
shorts.  Between pants he asked, "Are you very stiff, very hurting?"

Cole nodded like a child, his lower lip extended.

"Here, lick my palm."  Cole complied dutifully.

Bao reached down into the space under the table extension and softly took
hold of the very stiff prick.  He passed his thumb over the head, back and
forth causing Cole to cry out at the thrilling sensation.  Then he began a
soft movement up and down on the shaft.  It only took ten or so passes from
tip to base before Cole cried out that he was cumming.  His ass pushed up
and down as he squirted a quart of spooge on the floor below him.  Finally
he stopped as his intense feelings ebbed, and he return to normal.

He got up, feeling a little as if he had exposed too much of himself.  "I
guess I better pay you and get on home."

"Don't worry, I'll send you a bill.  Come back if you feel any discomfort
and perhaps we can improvise something for it."  He laughed musically as he
led Cole out the door.

**************************************************************************

The next morning Cole arose feeling excellent.  He had no shoots this day.
He sat around in his shorts and a tee shirt, that was his nighttime attire.
He read the newspapers and drank some coffee and had a muffin.  As he
leaned back he felt something at the back of his waist.  He ran into the
bedroom and looked at the site of his tattoo.  It was shiny with the
plastic covering and he couldn't see much.

He stripped for a shower.  When he was naked he was suddenly assailed with
the memory of the willowy form of the sleek Chinese tattoo artist.  His
prick rose up instantly and felt so hard it was hurting.  He reached down
and stroked himself.  He was surprised to hear his moaning and fucking
motion as he stimulated himself.  A new sensation overcame him, his asshole
was spasming as his cock delivered long propulsions of hot cum.  He had to
put his hand on a wall to keep from falling down from the strength of that
cum.  His ass still felt a need.

He decided to take a shower, hoping the gel would wash off.  Inside the
shower he soaped up, paid particular attention to his penis and foreskin.
His body was covered with lather and he stepped under the sharp spay.  As
the needle spray hit his back he looked down, rainbow colored water was
washing down the drain.  It made him think of that shower scene from
"Psycho".  He dried off, staining the towel a bit and got in front of the
mirror.  The tattoo was gone.

He got dressed and took a taxi to the address of the Celestial Body Art
Shop.  As he opened the door he saw Bao drowsing on a chair.  "Hey you!"
He shouted.  "What the fuck did you do?  I have no tattoo, you wasted my
time."

Bao roused himself.  He smiled.  "Dear friend, dear lovely boy, you are a
famous model.  A tattoo, even in that place could threaten your career.  I
was protecting you..  You remember the blond boy who recommended this
place.  He is now asking me to remove his tattoo, his bookings have been
greatly reduced. I will see him today.  Removal will be easy as he has pure
white skin.  In your case, with your tan color the lazar might remove some
pigment and that would be ugly. I think he is no friend to you.  He wanted
you to compromise your career.  Besides, you were drunk, I never work on
any one in that condition.  But," he moved close to Cole and put his owns
on the boy's shoulder, "Your visit here wasn't entirely without merit.  I
think you came back because you want me to beat a tattoo on your ass.  I
bet right now your ass hole is opening and closing in desire."

Cole was dumbfounded.  It was true.  It was foolish to consider marring his
body.  He felt a rush of desire for the tall, handsome Chinese with the
commanding personality.  He leaned forward and kissed Bao.  They kissed for
a long time and both separated breathing hard.

"What do you want me to do Bao?"

"Take off your clothes and get into the same position you had last night."

Bao slipped out of his clothes as he Cole's naked body lay across the table
extension, his ass exposed to Bao's lusty view.  Bao found his usual
control was threatened by the beauty before him.  He spoke between panting,
"Such perfection is rarely seen.  Your ass cheeks and dimpled sides are
memorable.  Between those peaks lies a valley unmarred by hair.  You anis
is unique in that the color is the same as the surrounding flesh.  The
muscle ridges are even, as if planned by a sculptor.  I must taste it.  My
tongue is as long as a chop stick."  He pressed his mouth against the sweet
hole before him.  Cole was almost sobbing in passion and impatience.  His
whole being was concentrated on that nether opening.  Bao opened his mouth
and soul kissed the hole, then unleashed his long tongue.  Cole was
babbling now in pleasurable agony.  Bao felt around the interior with his
clever tongue until he found Cole's hard, hot button.  He scraped his
tongue back and forth over the organ as Cole shouted and bucked in passion.

"It tastes so good, so clean, but I would have sucked your hole even if it
wasn't.  My body is wired so that my tongue feels as good as my cock, but
you will want my cock soon."

Cole choked out, "Yes, please, please put your cock in me.  I don't care if
I am a pussy bottom, I must have it."

Bao moaned in delight, thrilled with the change in the boy below him.  Cole
was now his to enjoy.  He put his cock head at the opening, but it closed
up tight.  He reached under the table extension and grabbed the boy's stiff
cock.  The head was dripping pre cum .  He grunted out, "I must taste it."
He wiped his thumb over the dripping head and brought it to his mouth.
"Ah, a wonderful mixture of flavors.  I taste the Anglo and....and
Brazilian indian, I think and another exotic flavor.  Yes, it's African.
Lovely.  Now I will taste with my cock."

He pushed in, still some resistance.  "I'm sorry, " sobbed Cole, "I want
you in, but....."

Bao slapped the boys ass sharply and as that moment the ass hole ring
parted and his long cock slipped in right to the base as Cole shouted in
pain and triumph.  Bao began and rough fucking.  He wanted Cole to remember
him, he knew he was converting this arch boy who everyone lionized to a
bottom bitch and he reveled in it.  Cole was crowing continuously, totally
transported into another plain, almost as if he was besotted from the gas
machine.  His own cock was jumping and pulsating on the bring of orgasm,
but held back by some hidden desire to feel Bao's hot spunk enter him
first.  And then it came.  The Asian just couldn't hold back, his senses
were under the influence of the hot ass below him and he called out in
Chinese, some ancient curse as he jack knifed and began a long cum.

Cole felt the searing fluid hosing his insides and he screamed as his cock
ached to cum.  When Bao stopped shooting he mastered his body and reached
down and turned Cole over so that his cock was standing up in the air and
shaking.  Bao kissed the tip, licked off the moisture there.  "Now boy, you
deserve to enjoy your culmination.  You did well."  He began a soft
suckling, then he moved faster and clung harder.  This was more than the
over wrought Cole could stand.  He opened his eyes wide and pursed his lips
and called, "Oh shit, I'm going to cum hard."  And he did, his hips rising
and falling rapidly as he fucked the young Asian's mouth.  It a moment it
was over.

"Your cum is just as delicious as your pre cum.  I enjoyed it and I enjoyed
you.  I hope we can meet again."

"Oh yes.  I want you often."



The next day Cole retraced his steps to the Tattoo parlour.  His ass ached
for another fucking.  It had kept him up all night.  But when he arrived at
the door the store was gone.  No neon sign.  He looked through the window.
The room was empty.

That night he sought out Blake.  "I'll ask him to fuck me.  He's always
been hot for me."  He found him dancing with another guy and he motioned
for him to come over.  Blake came to the table.  Cole was blatant because
of his need.  "Blake, you know what we both experienced with Bao.  I am a
fuck junky.  Do you want to get it on?"

Blake smiled wanly.  "Like you I used to be a top.  Now Bao converted me.
I only want a cock up my ass.  I can't help you.  We are like two key holes
looking for a juicy key.  The boy I was dancing with is going to take me
home.  I'll get fucked tonight.  Good luck to you."

Cole danced with various guys.  He waggled his ass and sent signals around.
One boy told him that he would love to fuck him but he was just too fem and
wanting..

Cole was desperate.  He began paying call boys to fuck him.  He lost that
superior look that brought him so many bookings.  He lived to be fucked.


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