Date: Sat, 12 Jun 2004 20:42:39 -0400 (EDT)
From: Danny <twinkchaser@excite.com>
Subject: Love Magick Part 21

This is a work of fiction. It is straight out of my imagination, except for
most of the pagan practices mentioned. This is written for adults and if
you are not supposed to read this where you live, then please don't.


Part 21


We sat at the dining room table and I spread the cardboard containers
around between us.  We dug in, both being very hungry from our time on the
sofa.  We ate in silence only smiling periodically over our food.  I slid
my foot up his leg and tickled the inside of his thigh.  He squirmed when I
found a good spot, and would slap at my foot.  I looked at him, still
naked, sitting in his chair and marveled at how beautiful he was.  I
decided to ask him to pose.

"I have something I want to ask you.  Would you pose for me," I asked in
between bites of lo mein.

"Sure, I guess.  When do you want me to start," he asked while studying his
eggroll.

"Tonight, if you are up to it," I said.

"Ok, after dinner then," he said.

"Now, for the pose.  How would you like to do it," I asked, hoping he would
suggest what I was thinking.

"Oh, I don't know, I will leave that up to the artist."  He smiled and went
back to his food.  He sipped his tea as I continued.

"Well, I've been thinking.  You know that picture of me that Owen painted,"
I started.  Ryan coughed and nearly spit his tea in my face.

"You want me to pose nude," he asked looking a bit scared.

"You are sitting there nude.  Besides, you are beautiful and you should
share it.  It will hang here in the house and no one you don't want to will
ever see it."

"I don't know.  That is a big deal."  He looked into my eyes, and I could
tell he was weighing his thoughts.  "You know," he started, "why not."  I
jumped up and ran around the table.  I kissed him on the forehead, because
he was still chewing.  I sat back down and finished eating.


We moved into the studio to get started.  I figured I could work on it a
while and then come back to the painting when I was done with everything
else.  I walked in and went straight to my supplies.  I turned around and
saw Ryan looking around the room.  It suddenly struck me that he had never
been in my studio.  I put down my pencils and showed him some of my work.

"This is beautiful, Cais," he said pointing to a framed drawing of my
mother.  "It looks just like her.  You captured her smile."

"After seeing it so many years, it was still hard to draw."  I picked up a
stack of sketches from my shelves.  I held them a moment, looking down at
the stack.  I was always private when it came to my artwork, and never
showed my sketches to anyone.  I let Ward see them, sometimes, and it was
time to let someone else in.  I handed Ryan the sketches and moved back to
my desk.  I found some paper and got my pencils together and grabbed my
leaning board.  Ryan was looking down at one of the sketches when I arrived
back at his side.  It was the sketch I had done of him, when he first moved
in.  He smiled and put the sketches back on the shelf.

"So, how do you want me," he asked looking around the room.

"On your knees, face in a pillow," I said, trying to sound casual.  He
snorted and I smiled.  "Oh, you mean the pose.  Ok, well how about over
here on this riser."  I had a wood table with a white drop cloth draped
across it.  I helped him climb up on it and had him sit down.  I showed him
how to sit and went back to my supplies.  I sat in a chair and crossed my
legs.  I leaned my board on my knee and put the pencils on the table next
to me.

"Ok, so how long do I have to hold this pose," he asked.

"Until I have it on paper.  Then I will take a few cheater shots."

"You are going to take pictures of me; like this?"  He looked like he was
going to scream and run for the hills.

"I will put them in my file cabinet and then destroy them when I am done
with them."  I kept sketching as I talked.  I wanted to let him go before
he got too tired, or before he changed his mind.

He sat quietly looking at a point on the wall I marked with a sticker.  I
had placed him on the table in a seated position.  I placed his right leg,
bent at the knee, flat on the table and his left leg straight in front of
him, overlapping his right ankle I had him lean back on his hands and turn
his head to the right.  He looked casual, rather than posed, and that is
how I think of him.  I was planning to try a few different poses, but this
one was perfect.

I performed a few gesture sketches to become more familiar with his body.
I have memorized his body with my hands but found new details with my eyes.
He moved his arm to scratch his nose and I stopped.  I looked to make sure
he was still in the same position.  He went back to the exact position.  He
was made to be a model.

"How much longer," he asked trying not to move his lips.

"Almost there."  I continued sketching different details of his form.  I
put down my board and he started to move.  "No, don't move yet."  I grabbed
my instant camera and took a few pictures from the angle where I was
sitting.  Then I took a few from different angles and labeled them as they
emerged.  "Ok, you are free."  He relaxed and slid to the edge of the
table.  I walked over and met him before he could hop down.

"So, you really aren't done with me, huh," he asked.  He grabbed my hips
and pulled me to him.  I was still only in my trousers.  We kissed deeply
as we explored with our hands.  I noticed new things from having spent so
much time analyzing his body.  Drawing someone is a good way to get to know
them.

"Come on.  We have had enough for tonight."  I pulled back and took his
hands in mine.

"There is never enough," he said as he hopped off of the table.  He turned
and backed towards the door pulling me with him.  We climbed the stairs and
fell into bed.  Ryan turned so that he could suck on my hardening cock, and
placed his in my face.  I took him in my mouth and we pleasured each other.

I stopped long enough to lick a finger and massaged his hole with the tip.
He moaned around my dick and stopped to lick his own finger.  He followed
suit, and massaged mine.  We both moaned and writhed against each other.  I
could feel my orgasm build quickly from the stimulation, and I pumped my
load into his mouth.  He swallowed it as he began shooting down my throat.
We licked each other clean and met at our pillows.  We kissed and held each
other as we fell asleep.


(To be continued)

The next chapter will be submitted soon.

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