Alan dipped the brush to the ochre again. Something in the background seemed off. He knew it was there. Vaguely. But he.... well, his usual alacrity was dimmed. His subject matter was far from his usual. Not that Alan hadn’t painted male nudes before. He had. Many, and often of considerable attractiveness. But this lad was different. He was beautiful. Ned was a 19 year old college freshman looking to earn some beer money. A wrestler, he was shredded. A blonde, cute, lightly tanned jock with a big fat tool hanging down between his legs and a toned set of white buns behind. He was in fact the most perfect creature Alan thought he had ever encountered.
Alan remembered his own college days decades ago when he also made some cash posing nude for artists and photographers. He had been pretty himself. But Ned was beyond that. Alan’s own dong was alive yet mercifully well concealed in his pants under his painting smock. He felt incredible desire for this hot- and to all intents, straight – boy up on the plinth in his home studio. Ned just seemed like one of those straight lads who didn’t mind being thought of as an object of desire by older gay guys and would consent to getting his kit off and posing if he was renumerated. Alan almost felt ashamed that he, in his 40s now and while still passably handsome, was no longer the kind of modelling material this kid was.
Ned groaned slightly. He was getting tired. Yes, this has been a long session.
“Ok, Ned. Not to worry. We’ll just finish up for the day. There. Well done lad. And thanks of course”
Ned yawned, stretched, his face coming over with an expression of pleasant relaxation. Then he farted.
“Awwh. ‘Scuse me, dude. Couldn’t hold it.” Ned blushed slightly. He was a real lad’s lad. He knew Alan was a bit of an old queen, and so he shouldn’t act as if he was with his mates where such bodily functions weren’t going to offend a sense of delicacy.
“No, you’re fine Ned” Alan laughed “I’m not some old dear on a bus”
Ned smiled wryly. He found it amusing that Alan would try and pretend to be all macho around him m especially given the circumstance. He saw in Alan a kind affable older gay man. A really nice guy, who he genuinely liked, but who he also more than suspected would give anything right now to be allowed to get his mouth around Ned’s big, chunky man tackle, or even just whack off looking at him. Would Ned have been bothered? Well...it might require some added financial benefits, but yeah, sure. Why not.
“Awh. Dude that was a long one. My knees are aching a bit. You sure I was crouched properly? I mean, did you want my legs spread wider or my butt stuck out further?” he was playing with Alan now.
Alan tried to hold back his embarrassment. When Ned approached him, his efforts failed and his cheeks began to redden.
Ned wandered over to the easel, his big 19year old dick swinging as he came – ostensibly to look at the canvas. Alan backed away to let him see. He now stood behind Ned, still naked, as the latter regarded the painting. Alan couldn’t help but glance down at that beautiful, succulent pair of peaches. His dong was raging.
Ned knew and was in the mood to maintain the play. He pretended to inspect Alan’s work closely. He stood with legs spread and gently thrust his ass out further towards Alan.
“Yeh, that’s fantastic dude!” said Ned “you really get the detail on my cock and balls sack perfectly” he laughed and so did Alan. Nervously.
“It’s ok man, I know you’d really like to get an even closer look. It’s no problem. Whatever you’re into. I’ve had gay dudes want to get a flash of my stuff before.”
“and did you let them?” Alan was wondering if he really should have just said that.
“Of course! There’s a guy in my year who’s gay and fancies me. Really nice bloke too. He sometimes comes to my room and whacks off. I just stand there with my shirt off and pants down and let him see my equipment. Sometimes he wants to sniff my sports jock and singlet. I’m cool with that. Of course, there are other men who want to do that. I let them. If they pay for it. You’d be surprised how open minded I can be. For instance, with you”
Alan gulped. “ah...I mean... Ned, you don’t have...”
“No, sure man. You’re a nice bloke and I really like your company. I know you’d like to jack yourself off right now with me here in the buff. Perhaps you’d like to suck on my knob for a while, huh? I’ll let you, but I’d be grateful for an extra 20? How’zat sound?”
Alan could no longer restrain himself. He gave into the furnace of his lust. He barely felt it was himself that was speaking when he said “ Ned. Boy. You are so fucking hot. I’d give you 100 just to let me get a whiff of your asshole. Please. Use me like a bitch if you want. I’ll ...”
“Fuck, dude! 100!! Just to... what? Kiss my ass or something? You wanna lick my hole? You sure?”
Alan didn’t wait. He threw off the smock, his shirt, his pants underwear and got down onto his hands and knees, mouth open, tongue out, waiting for this gorgeous 19year old college jock to shove his sweet butt out for worship.
“Ok man, but I warn you, I just farted remember. It’s gonna be pretty stinky. Or maybe you like that huh?”
Alan dove in, jacking himself as he devoured that beautiful, stinky young butthole.
Ned? Well, it didn’t really bother him much that his own schlong was beginning to stiffen. It had happened with guys sometimes before. And, this new experience – his first rimming – was a surprisingly pleasant sensation. Maybe this could lead to expanded experiences?....
“ awh man! That feels good. Never had anyone eat my hole before. Is that what you queens really want?”
Alan paused and re-emerged from between those succulent ass cheeks.
“Some. When I was your age, I was sometimes invited along with other lads to the house parties of well-off older guys. They’d get juiced and we’d perform for them. End up they’d be naked on the floor sucking us off or eating our young arses. It’s a kind of power exchange thing I suppose; you’re a mature guy and you have to get down on your hands and knees, and there’s a fit young dude who’s presenting you with his arsehole and you have to submit to get a taste of it. And he might pull away at any time, and make you beg, or turn around and slap you and humiliate. It’s a role reversal. It’s kinky”
“ah, I see” replied Ned with a hint of mischief in his voice “you mean something like this”.
At that he spun around and swiftly locked Alan’s head between his muscular thighs. Alan gasped as Ned squeezed. He gripped the lad’s shins. Ned meanwhile leaned forward and gave Alan’s bare arse a firm smack
“bad daddy!!” he called as Alan spluttered out a wail. His dick was weeping precum and he was suddenly enjoying the realisation of his deepest desires. To be dominated by this hot young stud, less than half his age. Ned calling him “daddy” was the cherry on the cake. Of course, it also hinted at Ned being quite familiar with gay kink parlance.
“yeah boy!” Alan was finally able to retort as Ned once again spread his legs, releasing Alan from his pincer grip. “daddy’s been very naughty. He wants to sniff your sweaty jock hole”
“well daddy better get down and beg for it. C’mon. Let’s see you. This butthole is quality stuff. You’re gonna have to show you deserve it.”
With that Ned stepped over Alan’s body and stood, legs knees bent, arse thrust out. “Cmon daddy. On all fours now. See if you can get it.”
Alan obeyed. He scrambled towards his fleshy prize and was almost there when Ned side stepped and Alan stumbled forward flat on his chest. Meanwhile Ned turned and pressed a sole onto the back of Alan’s head
“thats right, daddy. You ain’t the boss here. You know, I’m beginning to like this kinda thing. Still not gay or anything. But I like this power. How’s about I just jack over your ass now. Let you know how you’re my beta bitch.”
With one foot still firmly on Alan’s head, Ned turned his torso and stuck his pelvis forward. He began to pump his big 19year schlong towards Alan’s supine arse.
“Oh yeah!” Ned continued “I bet you never imagined when you had those old queens down on the floor, toying with them and making them beg you’d end up just like them. Ha! Well, I gotta say it’s fun. I suppose you are a pretty hot daddy. I mean..Wait....”
Alan could feel Ned take his foot from off his head.
“Turn around now” commanded Ned.
Again, Alan complied. He rolled over onto his back and found himself looking up at the young boy god, standing over him, jerking his hefty man tool. Alan could now begin to join in. He began furiously beating his own tackle. Ned squatted down on him and leaned forward.
“Look man. I’ve never gone this far with any guy before. And I don’t plan to again. But you are really sweet”
He did the unexpected. With one hand on the floor, as if he was doing a pushup, he pressed his lips to Alan’s and engaged in a long, passionate kiss. This while they were both jacking themselves.
Alan was enraptured. He had never in all his gay career had such a sublime moment. This cute young jock was an angel. An angel with a big dong and sizzling hot ass. In a moment of sweaty, stinky, heavenly harmony the two came together, Alan’s spunk spraying against Ned’s undercarriage and Ned’s hot stream up under Alan’s chin. They briefly merged together as Ned collapsed forward.
The moment was tender as it had been exquisite. Kissing again, Ned then rolled off, stood up and began to dress.
