Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 17:59:53 -0700 From: Ben Ezra Jacobson Subject: Chapter 2 of THE PAINTER by Ben Ezra Jacobson THE PAINTER by Ben Ezra Jacobson Chapter 2 I woke up at the crack of dawn as the sun was breaking forth above the horizon. At first, I wondered where I was...and then remembered that I had stayed all night with Daniel Wood...my art instructor at college. Daniel had never been one that I felt drawn to, other than he seemed to really care in helping his students produce the best work they could. I had consulted him repeatedly about wanting to paint a nude male figure lying on a flat surface, engaged in reading a book. There were some concerns as to the appropriateness of the subject. A female nude was considered acceptable but a nude male was considered pornographic. Finally after getting approval to do the painting as long as no genitalia was exposed...I began the task. My roommate had posed for me a couple of times but had wanted sexual gratuities for having done so...which I was not willing to provide. I had not had any sexual flings with men other than mutually masturbating in the shower at scout camp as a kid...but was a bit curious as to how it would feel and how I would react. When Daniel had invited me to his studio to see his paintings... I went... and as our conversation centered on his work... I found that he had painted the striking full size canvas of himself at age 17. He was totally naked and beautiful. I ended up staying the night with him. I could feel his body next to mine. We were snuggled up together...as close as two people could get. His arm was over my waist and his fingers were level with my navel. I took a deep breath. He felt the change in my breathing and pulled back on my stomach to hold me closer. "Good Morning," he whispered to me. "Good Morning back at you," I responded. He kissed the back of my neck and electrical impulses went all over my body. I felt my abs tighten and my penis harden. He moved his hand lower and ran his fingers through my pubic hair and bumped against my erection. Taking it in his hand, he gave it a gentle squeeze. It hardened more. I must have moaned because he squeezed it again and said, "You like that, don't you..?" "Yes," I replied and slowly turned onto my back so he could easier access my pulsating proboscis. He released his grip on my hardware and crawled on top of me with his arms and knees supporting his weight so as not to crush me. I looked into his handsome face. His face was ablaze with a smile. I smiled back. "I can't begin to tell you how much I enjoyed having you here with me last night Scott. It has been a long time since I shared my bed with anyone." "Am I the only student who has visited your studio, Daniel," I asked? "You are the first in many years, Scotty. One can not be too careful in a university setting. A number of years ago, I let a foreign student come over. He was lovely...just like you...and stayed for several nights. Then he left. At the end of the quarter, he returned to his own country. I received letters from him for awhile and then the letters stopped. I don't know what ever happened to him," Daniel shared. "He was about your size, and very pleasant, a gifted painter...and for a few days...great in bed." I didn't know what to say...so I nodded my head to acknowledge his story but remained silent. "I had almost forgotten how nice it was to have a warm body next to me at night," he said. "What about when your brother was here with you," I asked, hoping it was not too personal. "When David was here, he being older, I always felt safe and looked after. It has been difficult to accept that he is gone...even though his ashes sit in an urn on the mantle. Sometimes I feel like he is here...listening and watching. That's a bit comforting," Daniel told me. "Would he approve of me being here, Daniel," I asked. "I think he would," Daniel responded. "He was fond of young talented artists. He was a pretty good painter himself, you know." "Well, I know you told me that he helped you with the nude painting of yourself," I responded back to him. "He helped me with the perspective and once I had it sketched in, he helped me get the colors right. Painting skin tones can be a bit of a challenge." "Yes, I have found that out for myself," I answered back, then I chuckled. "What," he said as he pushed my hair back out of my eyes. "Last year as a freshman, I went to the paint store and bought a tube of flesh colored paint to use on faces. It was terrible. Remember Mr. Anderson? He coached me on mixing skin tones from scratch and what a difference it made. Then one day while I was working with the tints and shades...he asked me to name the colors I saw in the models face. I rattled of a couple shades of brown. He laughed and pointed out that there were reds and blues and purples and greens in addition to tints and shades of browns. I think I learned more about skin tones from him in one week than I had in the whole year before," I responded. "He was fantastic," Daniel said, smiling at me. " I wish we could have persuaded him to stay here with us...but another university seeing his genius...out bid us." "Daniel...do you know when you get excited, your penis gets huge. It's stabbing my scrotum and getting pre-cum all over me," I said...putting my arms over his shoulders and pulling him tight against me. "Well," he said, "we can't have that now can we." He slid under the cover and I felt his tongue trip over my nipple ever so lightly and then the other. He, using very light pressure, bit down on one then the other. They both got very hard. I felt his nose shift the strands of my pubic hair and then run down the full length of my penis. It responded by sort of quivering to the touch. He moved down to lick the twins and then to tickle the perineum. He lifted my legs into the air and rimmed my sphincter. It was so sensitive that it was like an electrical impulse going through my spine. He rolled me over onto my side and then instructed me to get up on my hands and knees. I hustled to do so. Again with my legs spread...his tongue found my pucker and swirled around it round and round before laying on his back and moving his head between my legs so my penis lined up with his open mouth. He sucked me. After the attention he had given my sphincter and the tickling of my testicles from the underneath position...a half dozen more sucks on my dick and I erupted. With his mouth full of semen and my body shaking from intense stimulation, he pulled his head out from between my knees and spit my load into a hand towel laying beside us on the bed. "Don't move, Scotty...I am not done pleasuring you yet," he said. Grabbing a small amount of Vaseline from the jar on the bedside table, he anointed my anus with it before pushing his finger deep into my canal. It felt so good. He tickled the sides of my prostate gland and stretch my opening slowly with his fingers. Then when it did not seem to hurt to do so...he rubbed his penis with the lubricant and pushed it into my chamber. Slowly he moved in and out. The area around the opening became extra sensitive, as every thrust made chills run up and down my spine. I clamped down with my anal muscles putting pressure on his prong. It seem to engorge even more. In and out it went, in and out, in and out, in and out. I heard him shiver and moan. "I hope this isn't hurting you Scotty because it feels so good to me," he said. "It feels good to me too Daniel," I kept clamping down and then releasing hoping to prolong the movements. A few more thrusts into my canal and I could hear his breathing increasing. His thrust motion increased and with the last hard thrust came his release. He ejaculated and then again and then again and then again as his moans got louder. "Oh my God," he screamed out...and one last hard thrust and he shot all he had. He shook violently and shouted, "Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! And then pulled out because it had gone from wonderfully good, to too sensitive to remain in. He fell over on his side and lay his head on the pillow. He breathed so very heavily that I was almost worried about him. "I always react this way when I have a good orgasm," he said. "It takes every bit of strength from me for a few minutes...but oh damn, Scotty... was so good." I lie down next to him and held him until his breathing settled. He raised his head and acted like he wanted to kiss me...but was afraid that I would pull away. I leaned in to him...and kissed him first...which relieved his fears. He kissed me and I kissed him back. Here we were...a 38 year old professor and a 19 year old student...and both of us as contented as two people could be. Daniel went into the bathroom and turned on the shower to get the warm water started. He insisted that I shower first and when I was done, he showered. When we were dry, and after he had changed the sheets that were heavily splattered with semen spots... he sat down next to me. "Scotty...do you think I am handsome," Daniel asked me. "Definitely...but in a rugged sort of way," I answered back. "Have you ever considered sculpting your beard and trimming your mustache? To do so, would make you look more like 30 perhaps instead of 38." "Do you think so," he asked? I have been thinking about that for some time...but you know...the long hair hippy look is all the rage right now." "Hippies also drive Volkswagen buses with flowers painted all over them Daniel...and they spend a lot of time walking naked with their cocks hanging down to their knees," I said in jest. "Well, my smart young friend...it just so happens that I do have a Volkswagen bus in the garage...and it does have flowers painted all over it. I also have a Volkswagen bug that I drive when the weather is too bad to ride my bicycle," he said with a look of pride. "Your joking, right," I asked with a doubting smile. "Not at all. Do you want to put some clothes on and go down to the garage to see them," Daniel said with a smirk on his face. Thinking he was bull shitting me, I responded, "You bet...this I have to see." I put on the same clothes I had worn over last night and followed Daniel to the garage. Sure enough there was a Volkswagen bus in the left stall with flower power painted all over it. Beads hung from the rear view mirror and the seats were covered in wood bead seat covers. Next to it sat a red Volkswagen bug. I looked at Daniel who was grinning from one side of his face to the other. "Want to see the inside of the bus," he asked. "Yes," I responded, " I sure do." Daniel put the key into the lock and twisted the door handle down and slid it back. It had been decorated in flowers and beaded curtains hung at almost every window. It had a small refrigerator in which to keep beer and food. The back seat was still made up as a bed and camping gear was still sitting in the aisle. "Daniel, this is so cool," I said. When was the last time you had it out of the garage," I asked? "Not since David died. We bought it together...and after he was gone, I just couldn't bring myself to take it anywhere. The plates have expired. It hasn't been started in a long time." "Do you think it would start if you tried it," I asked? "Doubtful, the battery didn't let the dome light come on when we opened the door...so I am sure it would not," he replied. "Right," I said "Want to climb up on the bed and fool around," Daniel asked with a chuckle? "What if I said yes," I answered him back. He grabbed me and embraced me in a tight hug. "Scotty, your amazing." I put my hand on his shoulder. "You know...I was feeling pretty much alone on campus this year. I needed someone who had my interests in painting and my temperament to be a confidant. I think I may have found him in you." "I'd like that Scot if you are absolutely sure. I too, have felt alone since I lost David. I'm too old for you...but we have a lot in common. And, I like you. I like you a lot." "You know Daniel...I don't recall having ever read that there was an age limit on friendships. Let's just enjoy what we have discovered in each other for now and let the future take care of itself," I said. I put my arm around his waist. He smiled back at me. "Thanks Scott...I agree." We walked out of the garage and Daniel ran the garage door back down and locked it. As we made our way through his garden to the house, he turned back towards me and said, "Have you ever gone camping in a Volkswagen bus before?" I had to confess that I had not, "But I am willing to try it sometime." Daniel smiled back at me. "So what about breakfast. Eat here or go out.." "Let's eat here," I said. "If we were to eat out...I would need to go back to the dorm for some clean clothes." "Why don't you go back to the dorm for some clean clothes after breakfast and come back here for tonight and tomorrow?" "You serious," I asked..? "Absolutely," he responded. "I'll fix us some breakfast here...but this evening, I want to take you out for supper. "What say you...after breakfast...we meet back here early afternoon?" "About 2:00 PM," I suggest? "Works for me," Daniel responded. After some scrambled eggs, toast and coffee...I left on my bike for the dorm. I had several errands to run and gathered up some of my clothes and went to the laundry mat to tend to them. On the way back to the dorm, I ran into a friend from History 210. "Hey Talley, where were you last night. Out banging some co-ed after a movie," he suggested? "No...it was after a late pizza," I yelled back. "You lucky stiff," he said as he hurried along his way. Man, people sure keep tabs on one another here. Wonder what he would think if I had told him the truth. Of course...I could not do that...because of putting Daniel at risk...and after having spent the night with him, I now felt almost a sacred obligation to protect his anonymity. Back at the dorm, I tried to catch up on all my homework that would be due on Monday. I packed a few articles of clothing into a book bag in hopes that no one would question me carrying it on the week end. A small suitcase would arouse suspicion quickly. When I rode back to Daniel's studio, I took the long route as if I were going down town to shop and doubled back...hoping no one would notice my arrival there. I put my bicycle in the back yard behind a large hydrangea bush where it could not be easily seen and rung the back door bell. When Daniel came to the door... I noticed immediately that he had been to the hair stylist who had cut his hair very short and trimmed his beard and moustach equally so. He looked like a different person. Instead of his usual dark colors and turtle necks, he was wearing a burgundy sport shirt and a pair of tan Dockers with loafers. "Oh my gosh Daniel," I said, " You look like someone else all together." "Do you like it," he asked? "Absolutely," I replied, "You look more like about twenty five than thirty eight," I countered. "Well damn it, Scotty...you told me this morning that thirty eight is not old anymore," he said with a jesting irritation. "Will you make up your mind." "You look fantastic. Regardless which age you are trying to assume...you look great to me," I said. "And that's the truth!" "How do you like the burgundy shades," he queried? "Very cool, can you see out of them," I asked? "Not very well," he replied, "They need refraction." "Then for now...I would stick with regular glasses," I replied with a grin, "You don't want to run over a student or fellow faculty member." "You're right," he said replacing them with his regular glasses. "What do you think will be the reaction on Monday when I go to class?" "I suspect the girls will be whistling at you...and some of the boys would like to do the same." Daniel laughed. He reached out to me and embraced me. "You are the one who deserves the credit," he said to me. "I owe you Scotty." Well, I'll tell you," I said, "tonight...I will get up on my hands and knees and you can express your appreciation." "Promise," he said? "Try me," I responded. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . We walked to the University Steak House for supper. On arriving, we found that several other members of the art department were eating there. "Scotty, how brave are you? There are several of my colleagues eating here this evening. There is bound to be questions," Daniel asked suddenly, uncertain about our evening out together. "Simple solution," I suggested. "I have my sketch book with me...I will just act as if I were interviewing you." "They would want to know why," he added. "Then, why tell them anything," I asked. "Let them think what they will." "Are you sure...there may be some gossip," he answered back? "Daniel...this is a mystery. You and I are actors on the stage of life. Let them think what they will. Unless we go `flaming queens' on them they will only be speculating. And...speculation is the absence of calm." "Damn...you sure are erudite for a college sophomore...you know that," He whispered back at me. "OK, you're on. I'll lead and you follow." As we passed his colleagues with our waiter to our table, Daniel nodded to those whom he saw. "Good evening Professor...Mrs. Smith. Good evening Dr. Withers...Mrs. Withers. Good evening Dean...Mrs. Rice." We passed them all and were seated at a table towards the back. We placed our order and enjoyed our supper...without looking at his colleagues table one time. I passed my sketch book to Daniel several times and he would look as if viewing a sketch and make some comment about perspective or contrast or lines or texture and return the book to me. We talked of art and nothing else. So if any of his colleagues were listening...they heard nothing but academics. When it was time to leave, to our astonishment, the party of Smith, Withers and Rice had already left the restaurant. "I am so stuffed," I said as we headed back to Daniel's house. "You were so professional, Daniel. No wonder you are such a great instructor. You handled that situation like a seasoned actor," I said... assuming that I knew anything about seasoned acting. Daniel seemed to have had a good dose of confidence because he bumped against my shoulder as we walked along and replied, "Yeah...I kind of did, didn't I..?" We walked the rest of the way back to his house, chatting about the roles we were acting. I was thinking that for a college professor with a master's degree and a man twice my age, Daniel, for all his brilliance, was still insecure about his own identity and the things he wanted most in life. He said that we would conduct ourselves as equals but in regard to self assurance, I felt like my grip on the matter was just a bit more advanced than was his. Perhaps I could be an instrument in his hands and help him to find that weak link and fix it. After all, I was Scott Talley... `The Omniscient'. Back at Daniel's house, we entered through the back yard garden. The night air was surprisingly cool. We had left all the upstairs windows open and a nice breeze blew through the rooms. We removed all of our clothing. Next to the main bedroom, was a screened porch. The windows were about waist high. I found that the wicker chairs and the porch swing there were in very good taste. Daniel sure knew his stuff when it came to decorating. "Scot, let's go out to the porch and enjoy the night air. The screens are tight and the mosquitoes won't be a problem". He sat down in the padded wicker chair with glass of ice and a cola. I opted for the porch swing which was also padded on the back and the seat, and stretched out. I took a swig of my can of cola and set the remaining portion on the little table next to the swing. "Gosh this is nice," I said. "I can see why you would use the screened porch all summer long, until it gets too hot to be out here." "That's just it, Scott... because the porch faces the north...it is never too hot to use, unless the temps go three digit...which they rarely do here," Daniel responded. "Do you sit out here naked a lot," I asked. "Not usually," he replied. What's the point when you are home alone?" "When was the last time you enjoyed it naked with a friend," I asked? He looked at me but did not respond. "Damn, I did it again," I said. "I'm sorry Daniel...I had no right to ask that." "It's OK, Scott. Until last night...I have had virtually no sex life in a long time. My drive is pretty low. There really isn't any reason to get one's hopes up for something that is not likely to happen." "Didn't you ever get the urge to drive out to the rest stop between here and the next town," I asked? "I thought about it a couple of times...but I could just see the newspaper headlines... `College Professor arrested for homosexual encounters at Gay Rest stop.' No thanks. I need my job too much to risk my career over such a dangerous adventure," Daniel said. "You would have had all kinds of takers if they ever got the chance to see you as I have seen you, you know," I said trying to boost his self image. "Scott...your a nice boy... a good kid, but you're a bit naive about risk." Inside, I knew he was right. "OK, I'll give you that. I am naive... but I've enjoyed my time with you and I think others would too if you would give them a chance." "That's a chance I don't dare take," he responded. "You took a chance with me," I said. "I knew you Scotty... and you were giving me signals that you were open to a bit of intimacy." "Was I," I asked. "Come on...you know you were," he responded. "Well, I guess you are right. Can I share a thought on this," I asked. "Why not," Daniel responded. "I sort of envy you...not only for your experience in life, but your knowledge... and not only in the art world...but in general. You have had some hard knocks in life...but you were resilient. You had a brother who you adored and he loved you very much. I'm an only child. I would love to have had an older brother who loved me the way David loved you. Sleeping together in the same bed, sharing secrets, feeling his body close to mine... and even sharing sexual intimacy. You told me that David helped you get the painting of yourself together and accomplished. Everything you have told me about my project has been to help me...and it has. I hope you won't be put off... but you have treated me like the older brother I have never had. That's the draw for me, Daniel." Daniel got up from his chair and moved next to me in the swing. He put his arm around my shoulders and leaned his head against mine. "Well Scotty...I guess we both needed each other. I care deeply for all my students...but I guess I need a little brother to care for," he said, running his fingers through my hair and jostling the clumps. "And I need an older brother to help me with my projects and questions about life in general," I responded. The hall clock chimed mid-night. "I haven't forgotten about getting up on my hands and knees," I said. "How about another night kiddo...I think I am too weary to enjoy it tonight," he responded. "You sure," I asked? "Yeah, little brother... it is time to hit the hay if we are going to accomplish anything tomorrow," Daniel said, pulling me to my feet. I followed him into his bedroom and crawled beneath the sheet scooting back against him as he put his arm around my waist. He leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. "Good night little brother," He said. "Good night," I whispered back to him.