Date: Sat, 13 Sep 2003 16:57:32 +0000 From: Antonio Beardall Subject: The Tattoo Artist For as long as I could remember I have always wanted a tattoo. My mother of course pretty much prohibited any such thing when I lived at home. Not so much as a pierced ear. That is why I was so glad when I moved out and moved to London to pursue my education at London University. I wanted to be an author and decided to brush up on my literary skills, which meant I had to take a course on English Authors, The Renaissance, and Post-Modern Literature. I was still pretty young, being only 18 years old, and was surrounded by more brilliant minds. I was relatively good looking, had a slim build, but definitely had a toned body. I kept it this way with yoga and going for a run whenever I had pent up sexual energy to burn. Being in college made me feel free, and mature at the same time. But I still wanted to get my tattoo. BY this time I had already pierced my left ear and wanted to focus on getting a tattoo, but decided to wait until I found the right studio. Oh, by the way, I have a confession to make: I am bisexual. While I love a good pussy and eating a good pussy and fucking a good pussy, there is something about jerking or sucking a nice stiff cock that made me wild. In gay sex I was always a top and had decided to never be a bottom. I hate getting a thermometer up my ass, so I could imagine the discomfort about getting a fully erect schlong up my hole. But it was always a pleasure stuffing my seven inches up some young twink's ass, and hearing him grunt and beg for more. By the way, my name is Mike. I'm a Scorpio, and sex is on my mind almost all day. I was always looking for conquests, to get myself off, some nice big guy with a nice big dick to suck, or some nice piece of ass to sink my dick into. I usually cruised the library or little clubs around campus, and usually got fair game. One day in a coffee house near campus I saw a guy I recognized from most of my classes. His name was Drew, straight looking, and was someone I had already fantasized about. He was a little over six feet, brawny, gorgeous platinum blonde hair, and I constantly undressed him with my eyes. I never had to nerve to speak to him until I noticed he had a beautiful tattoo on his left forearm. I walked up to him with only the intent of finding out who had done it for him. I ended up getting more than I had bargained for. "Hey Drew," I said casually. "I like your tattoo man." "Thanks man," he replied, obviously flattered. "You're Mike right?" "Yeah," I told him. Did getting your tattoo there hurt? Do you have more?" "Didn't hurt much here, and yes, I have a whole lot more. I want to get my entire body tattooed and so far I have done my entire lower body." "Who did it for you?" It really was a beautiful piece of art (not to mentions his forearm) and I had decided to visit the same studio he did. "I did it myself." "No shit! Are you a tattoo artist then, I mean like do you have a studio?" "No man. I do professional work but mostly for myself and a few personal buddies of mine." "How much would you charge to do one for me?" I wanted him to do mine, taking into consideration he would have to touch my skin. My mouth almost watered at this thought. "Depends man, on the size, colors and location." Location? Maybe I should do it on my dick, then he would have to touch it, but I didn't voice this opinion just then. "I have a design at my flat. Would you like to come over one day and check it out, maybe get started on it?" "Well I ain't got nothin' to do now so, wanna go now?" Of course at this point my nerves were killing me. He was so fucking sexy, although I could not tell whether he would swing my way or not but it would be worth a try. I then remembered that I had a major paper to start writing but then figure I could start tomorrow. I might actually get my tattoo done tonight. "Sure," I said. "Let's go now. Should we stop by your place and get like ink and your machine and stuff?" "No dude. I just came back from the store with my stock, so I'm ready if you are." With a raging hard-on we caught a cab and went back to my place. Thank god I lived alone. This way I could do whatever I wanted and not having to worry about anyone looking at me strangely. We got there in a few minutes and went inside. I went to the refrigerator, took out two beers and tossed him one. Apparently he was as thirsty as I was for we both gulped them down like water. Eventually brought out two six packs annd laid them on the table. We sat on my couch and started talking about tattoos. I was interested in finding out just exactly how much experience this guy had. I wanted something to last forever that was beautiful. Piercings could be removed, but disappointing tattoos? That was complicated. "So, how long have you been doing tattoos?" "Since I was twelve, I started on myself, then neighborhood kids, now I have lots of people out there walking with my work on their various body parts, from friends and classmates to people I have fooled around with, all wanting part of my touch." "Is there any part of the body you won't tattoo?" I decided to throw this out there, to get some kind of feedback. "Actually, there is not one body part I am scared to try." I was getting turned on with the notion of he tattooing my ass or dick, or at least just entertaining the notion. I then asked, "Have you ever done someone's, you know, their privates?" "Privates? Hell yeah." He did not even blush, like this was all too natural. "I have done pussies to assholes to dicks man. Infact, I tattooed my own dick, and last year this guy tattooed my ass." "Didn't getting you dick tattooed hurt?" I could not believe I had asked this, maybe it was the seventh beer talking. "It did a little, but the work was beautiful. Only getting my dick to stay hard for so long was trouble. But when it was done, it was beautiful." My mind was drifting away to his dick at this point. His dick must be beautiful, and images ran through my head. I almost did not remember blurting out, "A tattooed dick must look so sexy. Wish I could see what one looks like." At this point my face turned crimson. But I was surprised when Drew said, "Wanna see mine?" And before I could say anything he had already unzipped his pants, pulled them down and pulled his dick out of his underwear. Maybe the alcohol was working through him too. His thighs were tattooed as well, and so that I could get a better view, he pulled his underwear down and showed me his ass, with the Union Jack painted across it. He spread his cheeks so that I could see his tattoo all they way to his puckered hole, which I wanted to lick at that moment. His asshole looked so inviting, I kept imagining myself ramming my fuckpole up inside his flag. But, the piece of beauty was his dick. A green dragon was tattooed on it. His dick was limp, so the dragon was shriveled at covered a lot by his thick pubic hair. His pubic hair looked so smooth and shiny, and wet from the sweat gathering in his pants. His balls hung low and were huge. They were covered with jet black hair too. "Wanna see it grow," he asked and then started jerking his dick. He pumped his dick for what seemed like minutes while his dragon began to grow into full length. His hanging balls bounced while he beat his meat. I could not believe this was happening to me. I had already started to sweat and wanted to bad to reach out and touch his meat to help him grow. But there it grew. The beautiful green dragon grew inch by remarkable thick inch, until this dragon was nine inches long. The flames seemed to leap out onto his beautiful cock head which had a drip of precum. My then inferior seven inches almost creamed inside my pants. Then I asked, "Doesn't having a tattoo there kill any of the excitement during sex?" I wanted as much information as I could get. "Isn't the skin like rough?" "No, actually it does not. I actually think it is exciting to have my green dragon in a pussy or tight asshole. Go ahead, touch it, and see that it still feels like a dick." What? Did he just say what I thought he had said? I don't know where the courage came from, but out came my hand and grasped his warm and pulsing dragon, and I heard him whisper a slight moan. I held tightly unto his throbbing beast, looking at the masterpiece. It was fucking huge, with such great detail work covering every inch of this beauty. I could still make and feel the thick veins running over his dick. Maybe he did swing my way. I had to find out. I slowly reached forward and licked to oozing precum off his slit and he moaned again. His precum tasted salty, and I savored every drop of it. At this point I took the entire dragon's head into my mouth a sucked it like it was a lollipop. Drew started to rotate his hips to the motion of me sucking his head. He managed a way out of his underwear and pants, took off his shirt and slowly sat back down, with me never taking my mouth off his reptile tool. He then took the back of my head and slowly pushed me down the rest of his beast. I was worried that I would not be able to take the entire nine inches, but I did not want to stop. I was soon surprised to find my nose buried in his thick and musky pubic hear, and feeling the back of his dick against my throat. That gave me further incentive to suck the flames out of his dragon. I deep throated him while he moaned and breathed hard, and sporadically saying, "Yes, take my fucking dragon, take this fucking beast, the best it yet to come." His pubes were wet with sweat and smelled really musty. It was the smell of manhood and it made me fucking hornier. I grasped his giant balls and stared to massage them. They felt like rocks in my palm as they had grown hard. My small hand could barely contain the size of thus plums. I quickened my pace and sucked him like a vacuum cleaner, drinking up all the precum that oozed from his dick, and savored the flavor as it mixed with my saliva. My nose was repeatedly buried in his thick black pubes and I drank in the smell. I sucked faster and faster and I could hear him breathing faster, while he bucked his hips upward, trying to get every last millimeter of his dick down my throat. He slid further down on the couch, not releasing the back of my head for a second as he fucked my throat. I felt around till I felt his sweaty hole and squirreled a finger into it. His hole felt so hot, and I could feel the muscles contract around my finger as he was nearing climax. Then he suddenly screamed aloud while his beast spewed forth jet after jet of thick hot cum down my throat. His ass muscles contracted around my finger as I finger fucked him. While he pulled his dick out cum still erupted onto my tongue which I greedily lapped up, but while I still had some on my tongue, he pulled me to him and greedily kissed my mouth tasting his own cum, precum and dick on my lips. We kissed for several seconds before he released me and fell back on the couch exhausted. At this point I was not finished. I took him by the hand and took him to my bed where I pushed him down face first on the bed and told him to stay that way. Then I parted his butt cheeks and went straight for his hole. My tongue lapped at the hot steamy musty hole, I darted my tongue in and out, and I heard his cries of satisfaction. I buried my face in his crack and lapped at this asshole for what seemed like a couple minutes. At this point my head was bursting with the heat of this all. I never wanted to leave this treasure chest. His asshole was hairy as well and it tickled my nose. (I remember that that was the first time I had ever done that. I usually saw it as disgusting, but now I am a regular muncher) Suddenly I rose up, turned him around and started kissing him, giving his a taste of his own asshole. I wanted to fuck him so bad as my dick was now swelled bursting. (Of course at this point my clothes were all off.) I badly wanted to fuck his well lubricated hole. But then suddenly looking at his nine inches, a crazy thought swept across my mind. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, maybe it was the alcohol, but I told him, "Fuck me." "Huh?" "Fuck me. I am virgin down there, but I want your cock in me, make me feel what it is like. Fuck me!" "Alright," he said happily. I lay on my back, while he hoisted my legs on his shoulders. This is it, I thought, this is it. I was finally gonna see why so many guys loved it up the ass. He spat onto his palm and I could feel him rubbing it into my asshole. My God that felt GOOD! He used a finger and worked its way in, and it hurt like hell, but I wanted it still. He loosened my hole up a bit. He slid his finger out and put it in my mouth and I licked it greedily, tasting my own ass hole. (Like I said, it was probably the alcohol because I would have never done that) Suddenly I felt the head of his dragon against my virgin hole. It was still sticky form where he had already come. And then the head popped in. I moaned loudly. There was pain shooting all over my body. He then simply let the head stay there until the pain gave way to intense pleasure. At this point I could not wait. I grabbed his butt and pulled quickly, and in one fell swoop all nine inches of his rock hard manpole was deep in my hole. It hurt like a motherfucker, like fire up my ass. It was the greatest thrill of my life. He then pulled out, and eased back in, thrusting deeply, so deep I could feel his pubes rubbing against my skin. He picked up the pace and he fucked me. His dick slid in and out and I began to realize why so many guys like this. I yelled out, "Fuck me Drew, fuck me, rape me, fuck me hard." He picked up his pace, slamming into me, his balls slapping against me making me even hotter. I wanted him to ram into my ass, to fuck my ass so hard, I wanted to feel his dick all the way in stomach. His dick plummeted in and out of me, making a squelching noise, as his slick dick and precum mixed with my ass juices. As he fucked me furiously, my legs on his shoulders, I pumped my own shaft with all the energy I had left. I could feel all his nine inches in me, and I wished that is was bigger, so it could go deeper. He had his eyes closed, his hair dripping with sweat, he licking his lips, and his hips kept bucking into me, slamming harder and harder. He was beautiful. I writhed in pleasure on the bed. I feared the bed was gonna break because he fucking me so hard. For his being my first time, it was the best thing I had ever felt. We panted and moaned, I yelled for him to fuck me harder, and he whispered stuff like "Take this dragon bitch, gonna fuck you hard, nasty little bitch." I loved the way the way he talked. HE picked up his pace and I new he was gonna blow soon, and so was I. Suddenly I exploded in ecstasy, my cum spewing so far it covered his face, and he greedily licked it up. And while I was cumming my ass muscles contracted around his dick, and his dragon exploded with jet after jet of hot cum deep in my ass. He kept on thrusting, more cum being unloaded deep in my ass. Then he collapsed on top of me, kissing me, me tasting my own come. He left his dick in there until it was limp. He slowly pulled it out and I felt so empty. I felt all his cum leaking out my ass. Our sweaty smelly bodies just laid there, hands groping limp sticky dicks, and then we began kissing, lips mixed with the flavors of saliva, cum and assjuice. He must've pumped bucket loads of cum into me for I still felt cum dripping out my ass, which he was fingering. I don't remember falling asleep. The next morning when we woke up, he still on top of me with his finger still in my ass. We went to the shower where this time he gave me a rim job, tasting his dried cum on my asshole. I let him fuck my sore asshole again before I got my turn on him. I could not believe little me was fucking such a big guy. His ass was so tight! We then showered and both came outside into the hall dripping wet, naked and dog tired. We eventually began on my tattoo, buck naked, which I got on my left calf, a scorpion, after my zodiac sign. We fucked once more before he left. When he left I collapsed on my couch, exhausted, my ass very sore, but I loved it. We saw each other many times after that, especially when I had a new tattoo design to show him. Sometimes he would come alone, sometimes with one, two or three friends. Sometimes I would fuck one or two holes, or be fucked by three or four dicks, all nine inches or bigger. Now, I'm a bottom mostly, loving the feeling of a big dick up my ass. I rarely fuck pussies now. Usually I am on my back or knees with one dick up my ass and another in my mouth, with one or two waiting in line ready to fuck my waiting asshole. And for me, the bigger the dick, the happier I am. Maybe someday I will find someone with a size 14 dick, maybe a black guy. Yeah, a nice black dick up my white ass.