Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2003 06:51:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: dante umbero <danteumbero@yahoo.com>
Subject: Artist's Holiday-Joel

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 looked at Joel as he sipped the wine and was lost in
his youth and blond good looks.  He jolted me out of
my revere when he said, "So Dave, how long have you
known you are gay?"

I lay back on the pillows took a sip of wine and
collected my thoughts, "I guess I've always known I'm
attracted to men.  Not having a very good relationship
with my own father helped to shape it.  I considered
myself "gay" all through college although I never
flamed, and had several encounters although nothing
serious.  Then in the 80's everything changed in San
Francisco, a lot of the people I knew were dying.  By
this time I had become engulfed in my work and had
pretty much stopped cruising.  Then I met a woman,
older than myself, who shared my passion for La Belle
Arte.  I reevaluated my sexuality and decided labels
were not as static as I had assumed.  We had a long
love affair.  She was married to a very wealthy older
man who didn't care if she found a little loving
elsewhere as long as she didn't get attached.
Unfortunately we fell in love.  Her husband told her
to end it.  It was very painful for me.  That was 8
years ago."  I paused and refilled my glass.  I looked
over to refill Joel's glass, he was staring at me.

"That must have been horrible.  I'm sorry."  He said.

"It was sometime ago now, and the pain has gotten
better.  I can think of Anne calmly now and feel lucky
that we had the time together."  I said, the silence
lengthened, "How about you, Joel.  Do you consider
yourself gay?"  I said.

"I don't know...I have always been kinda curious about
it, and liked looking at other guy's bodies when I got
the chance.  But I've also dated girls and had sex
with one of them once.  I enjoyed that also.  I don't
know what to think.  No one at school or here at the
farm knows, although Carlo maybe suspects something. I
just like sex I guess."  He laughed and I joined him.

"Well at your age it is normal to be horny, I guess
you're lucky in that you can do anything that moves,
even an old man like me."  I said.

"You're not old, "Joel said quietly reaching over and
touching my chest, "I think you're hot, dude.  So why
don't you just stop putting yourself down."

I leaned over and kissed him then looked into his
eyes.  "You have no idea how I need to hear that."  I
said.  Then I resumed kissing him.  I sat my wine down
and took his glass and sat it next to mine.  Then I
started licking him all over.  I moved down to his
dick that was starting to lengthen with my
ministrations.  I licked the smooth rounded helmet and
the pucker of his circumcision scar and down the shaft
to his balls.  I sucked each one into my mouth and
licked them.  Joel moaned softly as I licked behind
his balls and spread his thighs apart so I could go
deeper.  I touched his pucker with my tongue and he
moaned louder.  I was never much into rimming so I
moved back to his dick and finished making it stand to
attention.  Then I placed a finger tip at his hole and
started putting pressure on it as I continued to suck
his now very hard dick.  He jerked as my finger slid
in to the first knuckle.  I stopped and just let him
relax some as I moved to his balls again.

"Tell me if I do anything you don't want or like."  I
said, my mouth against his nuts.

He moaned in answer as my finger slid farther into his
warm hole and I started moving it around.  Soon he was
leaking precum and said, "Ah shit..."  as I brushed his
prostate with my now buried finger.

"Turn over.." I said as I removed my finger.  He
looked at me and sat up and kissed me then lay back
face down on the bed.  His firm round butt was
slightly spread and I quickly placed my mouth on the
nearest globe of flesh.  I also got a tube of lube
from the nightstand and trickled some into his crack,
he shuddered at the cool liquids progress down into
his dark crevice.  I placed two lubed fingers against
his pucker and pressed them into him, he pushed back
and moaned as they entered his tightness.  I was
shaking with excitement as I lay against him and
tasted the back of his neck.  "You are so beautiful.."
 I whispered into his ear and then let the tip of my
tongue touch his earlobe.

"Oh God, Dave...I've never felt like this.  I think I'm
gonna blow again!"  He said hoarsely into the pillow.


I pulled my fingers out of his tight virgin hole and
got a condom from the nightstand, "I want to fuck
you."  I said quietly.

He looked back over his shoulder as I rolled the
condom down my dripping 6 inch shaft,
"Do it, man.  Fuck my hole."  He said.

I spread his thighs then knelt between them, my dick
standing straight out and throbbing in it's latex
sheath.  I lay down on him, kissed his neck and
rubbing my dick into his crack, at his pucker I
whispered into his ear, "Relax just like you did with
my fingers.  Tell me if I hurt you.  I would never
want that."
The head of my cock was pressing against his pucker I
could feel the tension in his body, so I started
kissing him again and very gently pushed.  He moaned
and pushed back and I slipped through his ring. He
moaned even louder and arched back against me.

"Oh god, that feels so good."  He moaned.

I pushed slowly into his chute and was buried all the
way to my nuts.  I just held there for a moment
savoring his tight warm love canal.  Then I started
moving in and out just ever so slowly.  He was moaning
with every thrust.  Once again I touched his ear with
the tip of my tongue and he suddenly moaned and I felt
him tighten up around my dick.  I started moving
faster as the feeling built I could feel the orgasm
start in my nuts as he groaned and his ring started
throbbing around my shaft.

"I'm gonna shoot!"  He said, "Oh Jesus, shit!"

I was in my own rhythm against the clinching of his
ring and then I was over the edge, "Oh shit Joel.."  I
said arching up away from him as the cum shot out into
the rubber.  The pulses of the orgasm making my dick
jerk in his tight hole.  I collapsed against him and
slowly regained control of my breathing.  I could feel
his relaxed muscles under me.  I slowly pulled out of
him and rolled onto my back, the cool air of the room
touching my sweating body.  I lay there looking up at
the ceiling then turned to look at Joel.  He was
staring at me from the pillow.

"That was even better."  He said.  "I never dreamed it
could be like that."

I pulled a throw up over us as I cuddled against him;
put my arm around him and dozed off to sleep, Joel's
getting out of bed woke me up.

I looked at the clock by the bed, it was a little
after one o'clock.  Joel was putting on his jeans.  He
looked over at me realizing I was awake and said, "I
better get back to the bunkhouse in case Carlo wakes
up.  I left him sound asleep and smelling like a still
so I bet he hasn't moved."

I sat up and watched silently as he dressed, "I can
walk back up the hill with you."
I said, reaching for my clothes.

Joel leaned over and pulled me to him and kissed me,
"Don't get up."  He said.  "I can make it back up
there ok."  He tossed back the last of my glass of
wine and stood up.  "When do you want to start on the
mare?"  He asked.

I thought a moment and said, "Well I thought I would
go out there in the morning and block in some of the
background and sketch her if I can get her near the
fence."

"I'll put a feed box out there and some oats in the
morning early when I go back to check on them.  Just
fill up the box when you get out there and she should
stand there and eat."  He said, putting on his boots.
He sat next to me on the bed and said, "I want to do
this again, if you do."

I leaned over and kissed him long and hard, "I think I
do too, Joel, but don't get hurt.  OK?"  I said.

He looked at me bewildered, "Joel, I'm not going to
tell you this will ever go anywhere.  I am trying to
chart a new course with my life and career.  If all
you want is here and now then we can, and I want, to
do this again.  If you get deeper feelings involved
then you will get hurt and I don't want that.  Believe
me when I say I care for you, but I can't promise
anymore of myself other than a warm friendship and
what is proving to be incredible sex.  OK?"  I said
seriously.  I touched his cheek and said near tears,
"You are truly beautiful to me."

He turned pink and smiled again.  I got out of bed put
on a terry cloth robe and walked Joel to the door.  He
opened the door and looked at me in the dim light from
the bedroom, "I want us to be together again, no
strings."  He said and leaned into me and kissed me
tenderly then turned and walked into the dark.  I
stood at the door and watched his silhouette disappear
up the path.  I lay in bed for a long time that night
and inhaled Joel's fragrance from the pillows and like
an ice flow in spring I felt my heart warm up and
start to beat with a new emotion.  Not love but maybe
the renewed promise of it.

The next morning I was up and out early.  The mist was
still hanging under the edge of the tree roundels in
the paddocks when I took my canvas, French easel and
paint box out to the paddock.  As promised Joel had
setup the feeder.  I called to the mare as I poured
oats into the bin.  The faint rattle of the oats
hitting the metal bowl was enough to draw the mare to
me.  I quickly setup and started my plein aire of her.
 Every minute or two she would dip her nose down into
the pan and get a mouthful of oats, then raise up and
look at me quizzically.  I started singing a bit of a
Verdi opera to her and she perked her ears up, my
brush flew across the canvas as I lay in details of
her eyes and coat.  The sun burned through the mist
and the day warmed around me as I got lost in the
work.  Soon the oats were gone but the mare hung out
listening to my horrendous tribute to La Boheme.  The
magic that is painting was coming like it use to and I
stepped back and looked at what I had accomplished.
The Mare looked back at me from the canvas and back at
me from the paddock.  I had caught her quizzical
expression exactly.  She needed a wash for the lights
and a few final highlights to breath life into her
image.  I would complete that and the background in
the studio.

"Thank you Madam."  I said to her as she turned once
again to the bluegrass of the paddock and switched her
tail at the flies that were coming alive as the
morning heated up.  I lingered for a few minutes
working up the background.  Then I clamped my canvas
to the easel and packed up.  As I was walking back to
the cottage I saw Joel on a tractor mowing hay in a
neighboring field.  He raised a hand and I returned
the wave.  I continued to hum Verdi to myself as I
entered the cottage.  I had a light lunch remembering
all the heavy meals I had partaken of lately and
called Dale in California.  It was morning there.

"Dave, are you having a good vacation?"  Dale's voice
was lost in the familiar sound of city traffic.

"Splendid, thanks.  Could you have the framers send me
a Richmond style twenty two by thirty six to the
address here?  I am finishing up a portrait to thank
my hosts and I need the frame by next Friday."  I
asked

"Sure, glad to hear you're working.  I didn't think
you would sit idle for very long.  Clark and I had a
bet and you just earned me a steak at El Duche,
thanks!"  Dale said and verifying the address he hung
up.

Next I called Izmey.  "The students are so tame they
won't touch a thing."  She said, hoping I would have a
pleasant stay in the east.

I changed into swim trunks and headed up to the pool
at the main house.  Ingrid had told me to help myself
and some pool time was just what I needed to help with
the sore joints.  The muscles I used for sex were
complaining about the recent workout.    I spent the
afternoon poolside lying in the sun which felt much
hotter here than out west, I could only assume it was
the dreadful humidity.  I was dozing in the sun when a
shadow crossed over me and hung there.  I opened my
eyes and looked up into the eyes of Joel who was
standing on the outside of the fence just above me.

He smiled down into my eyes and said, "How did the
mare do?"

I smiled back at him and said, "She likes to hear me
sing so she must be tone deaf, or perhaps she was just
too horrified to move, but the likeness is good and I
think it might be one of my best.  It is a little
early to tell for sure.  Will you be joining me
tonight?"

He suddenly looked sly and said, "Sure, I'll come down
as soon as I can."

"Great, I'm looking forward to it." I said huskily.

I went back to the guest house shortly after he left
me, I was burned and sweaty.  I showered and dressed
in casual shorts and a t-shirt.  I went into the
studio and started painting I had thought I would
start a landscape but instead I started a watercolor
of Joel from memory.  I was still painting when I
noticed the light was going and looked at my watch
only to realize that it was getting dark and I needed
to eat something.  I decided to go into town and eat
and stop at a cyber café I had passed while out
shopping to cruise the internet for information.  I
had an idea about something I wanted to do for Joel
before I left next week.

I visited the café and had a salad while exploring the
gay community on-line.  I wrote down the addresses of
the bars and left.  On the trip back out to the farm I
stopped at a couple of the bars.  It was early but the
bartenders were very helpful.  At the first place
uniquely called "The Bar" the husky black bartender
displayed a wealth of gold capped teeth when I asked
about action.

"Well you need to come back on Thursday or Friday
night.  Around 11:00 the action really starts heating
up."  He said then winked at me, "Maybe I could show
you some action this evening, I "m outta here at
9:00?"

"Thanks, but I'm in a hurry this evening, but I'll be
back this weekend."  I laughed.

The other bar was the same, very much a weekend crowd.
 My plan was forming around Thursday evening.  I would
talk to Joel this evening about it.  My guess was he
had never tried the bar scene, and at his age he
needed to.

To be continued....