Date: Sat, 30 Aug 2014 19:21:59 -0700 From: Ben Ezra Jacobson Subject: The Painter, Chapter 3 THE PAINTER by Ben Ezra Jacobson Chapter 3 The clock in the hall struck 2:00 AM. I was cold and needed to urinate. Hopping out of bed quickly, my feet hit the cold bare floor. Hurrying to the two windows, I pulled them down, shut the sun porch door and rushed to the bathroom. A steady urine stream came quickly and the relief that came from the process made me sigh with contentment. I hurried to the sink to wash and dry my hands and then back to the bedroom. Daniel had rolled over into the spot that I had occupied, so I climbed back into bed on his side and grabbing the blanket at the foot, pulled it up to my shoulders before I scooted over next to him. He threw is arm over my waist and pulled me back against him. His body was like a radiator. I pushed my cold feet between his and felt him flinch form their coldness. He kissed my shoulder and soon we were both back to sleep. When I awakened the next time, the hall clock was striking 7:00 AM. Daniel had climbed out of bed to run to the bathroom and do a pit stop. When he returned, I rolled over to face him. "Hey there, Scotty," he said leaning forward and kissing me on the lips. "Hi buddy," I responded. I put my arm over his shoulder and smiled into his handsome face. He smiled back. "Man, I slept soundly last night," he said. "I think I have slept better the two nights you have been here than I have in weeks before," "Me to, Daniel. It is so nice to have a friendly and warm body next to you at night," I added. "I agree," he said. I stretched with my arms above my head and my toes extended as far as they would go. It felt so good. I rolled over onto my stomach and stretched again...and moaned. "It would be a temptation to just stay here all morning," I said. Daniel rolled over on top of me with his knees bent and his elbows down so not to crush me. His dick lay in the crack of my ass...and as he let his weight down a little I could feel it hardening and extending. I sighed with delight. Daniel kissed the back of my neck and with his tongue, played with the back of my ears. It made my skin prickly with excitement. I flexed my buttocks up a little bit and felt his erections pushing back against me. He flexed his lower body enough to cradle his penis in my crack. The stimulation began to produce a prolific pre-cum leakage which acted as a lubricant. With the increase of movement, the secretions were such as to really dampen the anal sphincter to the extent that he was able to pull back, realign his penis with my pucker and gently slide in. I thought it would hurt but because of the pre-cum flow as he entered...another large secretion leaked as he penetrated. In a matter of seconds, he was in as far as he could go. The head of his dick was pushing the sides of my prostate glad and stimulating them like to the max. Each of his plunges brought immense pleasure to me. Several times he would just stop and let it lie still with his dick against my prostate. As he flexed from within...I could feel the head expand and push against my prostate walls which were honeycombed with sensitive nerve endings. He moved less than a quarter of an inch and then pushed down again. It was like an electrical impulse running through that part of my body. It reminded me of the super sensitivity when a cat licks the bottom of one's feet. I got hot and bothered very quickly. Daniel being a patient man, continued the mini flexes for nearly an hour. He had me on the edge for so long...that I began to have sensory overload. I told him that it was so intense that I feared I would have an uncontrollable ejaculation all over his sheets. He just laughed...and continued with the minute movements. Sure enough to my warning...a couple movements more and I exploded. The sensation was almost uncontrollable. "Daniel...I'm cumming," I shouted at him. Instead of stopping to give me a rest..Daniel went into over-drive and pulling his penis back as far as he could...then pushed it in as hard and fast as he could...causing a mega orgasm for me and a super ejaculation that went all over his sheets that were under my body. He then, with his breathing increasing to a high intensity level, shot a heavy duty load into my canal. He lay on top of me, heavy and exhausted...but glowing from the stimulation he had just had. "Oh Scotty," that is the best one I have had yet. A few seconds later, he pulled out and climbed off of me. Rolling me over on my back, he put his lips on mine and pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. He released me so I could get up and go to the bathroom to drain. When I was done, standing up, I could hardly believe the amount of floating semen in the toilet bowl. One would think that Daniel had not been off in years. I had his semen all over my back, butt and groin. He had even leaked down my balls. Turning on the water in the shower and waiting for it to get very warm...I soon climbed in to wash my hair and to scrub down my body. Before I could get out, Daniel... having stripped the bed sheets from the bed, and tossed them into the laundry shoot. He opened the door and entered to shower with me. I helped him wash his back, butt, balls and penis. He was a willing participant. We fondled each other in the shower...but the power to rise to the occasion was exhausted for now. After drying and dressing, we made our way to the kitchen for a light breakfast. Daniel set out several cereal boxes, some bowels, spoons, sugar and milk. Then coming around the counter, he grabbed me and hugged me...holding me tight against him. "Scotty...I can't seem to get enough of you," he said, embracing me again. I had my arms tight around his waist and just held him tight waiting for him to make the first move to break the embrace. He was warm and smelled good. I leaned my head on his shoulder and felt very loved. Finally after a long minute, he kissed me on the lips again and broke the embrace. "If I had to choose between breakfast and holding you...I would choose the latter," he said. "I can't seem to let go of you." "You don't have to Daniel," I said. "You can hold me for as long as you want." We ate our breakfast and went for a walk over campus. Autumn was definitely in swing. Daniel went with me to my dorm room. Some of my friends saw him enter the dorm and go with me upstairs. It was obvious that there was some curiosity on their part. "You know, to keep the gossip down, we are going to have to carry a couple of my canvases out of here so the other dorm buddies will think that you are here for academic reasons." "I was thinking the same thing," he replied. "I'll carry the big one over there." He grabbed a 48 inch by 60 inch canvas with a sketch of a horse on it...and I grabbed some paint and a large book bag with more clothing in it and we departed. My friends who saw us enter and leave...assumed that the professor had come to see my painting and was now helping me transport it to the class room...which we did...and then exited the building by the door on the opposite end. With my book bag strap over my shoulder...I headed back to Daniel's house with him. "You know Daniel...If I am going to stay much at your house...it might be a good idea if I bring more of my things over here each time we meet so that bye and bye...the majority of my things are here." You could check out of the dorm Scotty and just stay here." "As much as I would like to do that," I responded... "some one would eventually find out that I was not living at the dorm room anymore." "Yeah, you're right." Perhaps, I could slip into the dorm a few nights and stay with you," Daniel suggested? "That won't work...because you would get caught. Maybe I could just tell my friends that I am staying with you because the rent is cheaper," I suggested. "Not a good excuse," he replied. "They will assume that I am putting moves on you in lieu of money for rent. Perhaps an apartment off of campus...close to my house. After awhile...they would quit watching you because you would be off campus more than on." "Good idea...except, I can't afford an apartment off campus. My scholarship pays for the dorm," I answered back. "Well, on that, I may be able to help," he said. "I know the dean of financial Affairs...and we might be able to get the scholarship to waver your staying off campus and still pick up the tab, since you are now in your sophomore year." "Really," I said. "That might work." " I'll Check into it in the morning," Daniel replied. I stayed at Daniel's house again Sunday night...but only slept close to him. We were both too tired for sex...and we needed some sleep. I was too excited about the possibilities of having an apartment close to him to sleep real sound. During the night, I heard the grandfather clock in the hall strike one then two, then three in the early morning hours. At some point I drifted off to sleep only to be awakened again when it struck five. I could hear the shower running and knew that Daniel was getting his day started. I lay in his bed listening to him whistling while the warm water cascaded over him. Music was not his forte but he was happy and he expressed it with a song. He walked into the room after toweling off and saw me smiling at him. "What," he asked? "What was that piece of music you were whistling? I could not tell if it was a Beatles song or Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star," I teased. "Shut up," he laughed. "You had better be nice to me or I will have to punish you." "Promise," I handed back to him. "Yes," he rejoined... "I might have to make you suck my cock before I bicycle over to the Art Building" He walked to the edge of the bed and I raised up to engulf his penis in my mouth. He got instantly hard. It tasted like soap and was good despite the antiseptic flavor. I bit down on his shaft very lightly and Daniel moaned with delight. "I love it when someone chews on my penis," he said. "It makes it get even harder." I bore down on it again and then went back to stroking it with my lips...but never touched it with my hands. In just a few short jabs...he unloaded an ejaculation into my mouth. He pulled out and instructed me to go spit. While I was doing so...he was lubing his anal sphincter for entry. I climbed onto the bed behind his hands and knees position and pushed my cock into his canal. A few pumps and I too ejaculated. Afterwards, I hurried to the shower where I whistled the correct version of the song he was attempting to do. I felt so very happy today. When I walked into my sophomore English class, I was met by two girls who were exiting. One was Tammy Taylor, a friend and former high school classmate. When she saw me, she ran up to me and threw her arms around me. "Scott Talley, you naughty boy! I came to your dorm last night to see if you would help me with today's assignment and you were gone. You were gone all night. Your not staying with Miss what's-her-name from CenterView are you? Really Scotty...you can do better than that," she exploded. I laughed, "Gosh Tammy...if you had told me that you needed help, I would have met you anywhere you wanted. What about the assignment is giving you problems." "Interpreting that damn stupid poem, `Ash Wednesday,' she snapped back at me. "I hate this obscure, crappy stuff. You seem to be the only one of us who understands what T.S. Elliot is talking about. My mom thinks it is vulgar, trash." "Listen," I said. "Meet me for lunch and I'll let you copy my notes. It really isn't difficult once you realize what he is trying to say." She calmed quickly. "Thanks, Scott. You're not going to tell me who you spent the night with last night, are you?" "I spent the night with your boyfriend," I said. "Yeah, right," she said... "And you would have spent the night playing basket ball at the gym. You're too rested looking for that." "OK...I'll give it a rest for now, but you're going to confide in me sooner or later," she said with a laugh. "See you later Scott." She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and darted down the hallway. In my mind, I knew that she would keep after me until I told her. Tammy was not a judgmental person...she just did not care for Miss What's-her-name from Center View. Wonder what she would think of me if she knew that I was sleeping with one of my professors? In high school such information could be devastating but in college, there were a lot of kids who had same gender friends that they lived with and hung out with. If the truth was known, I would guess that there were a good few who enjoyed the companionship of an instructor. When I got back to Daniel's house at the end of the day, I really expected him to have the whole thing about getting an apartment taken care of...but was sort of disappointed to find that he was only able to make an inquiry. There would be paper work to fill out, documents to secure and attach, time for the process to work through and then a decision to be made. When I asked Daniel for a time frame...he said maybe a month or more. Wow...I did not feel like whistling now. "Don't let it get you down Scotty. You can stay at my house as many times as you want. Why not just withdraw from the dorm and move in here. Your friends will get used to the idea after a short time. You are nineteen years old and capable of making your own decisions." "Yes, I know Daniel...but people will think that we have ulterior motives and it could create some unpleasant comments for us both," I replied. "Do you really care that much about being criticized." he asked...because I don't. Some will think that you are trying to save money and some will think I am trying to rent out part of my house to make a little bit more money...and some people will think that we are fucking each other's brains out...and I do not care about those kind of people. They don't know for sure until they see with their own eyes...and that isn't going to happen because of restraint and common sense." I laughed at his facial expression. Daniel was not a man who has a high opinion of the virtues of profanity...so to hear him express his emotion thus...caught me off guard. I walked over to him in the kitchen of his home and threw my arms around his neck. He pulled me close and held me there. "I don't care what anyone else thinks about me Scotty. But I do care about you. Check out of the dorm...and move in with me. Tell your friends that you have rented a room and studio space at my home so I can tutor you in your painting...and let them think what they will," he said. "That is not a bad idea," I responded. "It sounds logical: a bedroom and studio space. That might just work, Daniel. Let me sleep on the idea and make my decision in the morning." "Fine," he replied, "As long as you sleep here tonight." "OK," I agreed. Daniel hugged me again and held me tight. I let myself relax in his embrace. He still smelled of the manly soap with the green streaks in it that he used this morning to shower. He was always so clean with his person and hygiene. He broke the embrace and smiled at me. "How about supper out, my treat," he said. "Sure," I said, "What sounds good to you." "Pizza at Joe's over in Peg Town," he said. "Nice and greasy with the Italian sausage cooked right on top." "That does sound good," I had to admit. Daniel got the VW bug out of the garage. It was the first time I had seen him do so. He almost always went around town on his bicycle. I was astonished to see that it was an automatic with a centrifugal clutch. When he would touch the gear shift, the clutch would automatically engage...so he could shift without actually having a clutch. Modern technology was such an interesting subject. We left the university proper and drove east on the route between the two cities...passing the new airport where the daily thrill was to watch a big DC 3 airplane called The Ozark come in. Joe's Pizza was on Broadway a couple of blocks east of the downtown area of Pegtown. The restaurant had absolutely no atmosphere. The walls were paneled in white Melmine panels and there were no adornments like pictures nor potted plants, yet it was clean as a whistle and the aroma of pizza was wonderful. I notice on the price chart on the wall that one had a choice of two styles: Sausage Pizza-large for $3.50 or Cheese Pizza for $2.50. Onions and mushrooms were 25 cents extra each. Daniel placed our order and bought a round of Pepsi's while we waited. People came in to place orders and left only to return 30 minutes later for their order. A few who wanted to eat in...did as we did and sat and waited. When our order arrived, instead of being cut in triangles, it was cut in squares...unique to the establishment, but quite nice. The flavor was the best I had ever tasted anywhere. "Daniel," I said, "This is the best pizza I have ever eaten." "You like it? I thought you might. It is unique to the proprietor. This is the only place that I have ever found that prepares and serves pizza like this," he went on. "It may be greasy but what a great flavor. I don't think I will ever forget how good it is," I responded. "I'm glad you like it Scotty," he said and reached out and touched the back of my hand. I looked around to see if anyone had noticed the kind gesture and it appeared that we were unobserved. There was a little bit left when we were too full to eat more, and the proprietor put the remainder in a box for us to take home. It would be good for breakfast in the morning. The sun was waning when we left the Pizza Parlor. Daniel flipped on the bug's headlights as we started back to the university. I put my arm around Daniel's shoulder and left it there most of the drive home. "Daniel...I have an idea that I would like your help with. I haven't found the model I want yet for my painting project. Would you pose for me? You could wear a wide brimmed hat like we talked about earlier, lay on your stomach on the sofa or a posing table...and I will paint you on my canvas. No one needs to know your identity besides the two of us. Daniel laughed. "I am too old for your model," he said. "Thirty eight is not too old for the model in my painting. Besides, in the impressionist style, who would know. I have seen you naked...many times, and your body is just as appealing as a 20 year old, Daniel. I want you," I said. He gave me a quick glance and then returned his eyes to the road. "I don't know Scott. Since I gave the class the assignment, wouldn't that prejudice me towards your work." he stated? "It doesn't have to," I responded. "Judge me on perspective, shape, color, contrast, brush strokes and not the subject matter. Who better to do so than you." "Let me sleep on it Scott and I'll give you my answer when I have one," he replied. I did not press the issue. Although Daniel was my companion and lover, it did not seem prudent to use our friendship to exercise unfair dominion on our relationship. "That's fine," I said. He again glanced at my face to see if I was sincere or pouting. I squeezed his free hand and he seemed reassured that I was taking a mature approach to the decision he would make. Back at his house, he put the car away and we entered the house through the back yard. I suddenly felt tired but contented with all the pizza I had eaten. While Daniel showered, I brushed my teeth and stretched out on the foot of the bed. The sound of the water lulled me to sleep. Daniel gently awakened me to go shower. In a short amount of time I had dreamed that Daniel would give his consent to pose for my painting. I got up and staggered to the bathroom and grabbed a hot shower. After drying and toweling my hair, I returned to the bedroom. Daniel was already in bed. I turned out the light on my side of the bed and scooted over next to him. His body thermostat is higher than mine and already he was radiating heat. With the porch door open, the air would get cool as the night progressed. He put his arm over my waist as he always did and scooted as close to me as he could. "Scotty...are you sure you want me to be your model for the nude painting," he asked? You know, there is not much I can deny you. You mean too much to me." "Only if your comfortable with it," I replied. "I don't want to put you in an awkward position with the university. You sleep on it as you said earlier, and we can talk about it more tomorrow." He leaned forward and kissed the back of my neck. I rolled over to face him and touched the side of his face with a soft pat. I could tell in the dark that he was smiling because I could see his shiny teeth. "You have beautiful teeth," I said. "They glow when you smile." "Gee, thanks," he said... touching the side of my face. " You're Welc..." "I love you Scotty," Daniel interjected. "I love you too, Daniel. I know this all has come about very quickly...but I do, I love you," I stammered back at him. "If you want me... as your model, I will do it," he said. "You sure," I asked again. "I'm OK with you giving it some consideration." "I have," he said. "If this will help you, I want to do it. You mean too much to me these many days to mess things up between us." "Daniel...if you had said `no,' that would not have changed how I feel about you," I returned. "If you say so... but after having you here with me, I don't think I could face loosing you over something silly like my reluctance to help you in any way I can." "Daniel... I don't have any intentions of throwing you away. You've been the best thing that has happened to me since I came to the university. I really do love you. You've become my brother...and I love you." "I believe you. So, do you love me, a bushel and a peck...with a hug around my neck," he jested. "More than that," I said. "Perhaps there is little that is more rewarding than to lie naked against you every night and feel your warmth with your arms about me...and the affection you have shared with me. I need you and you know that you need me. We are now family. I'm glad to be here with you Daniel. You have become my focus...maybe even more than the university has." "Equal to the university Scotty." he replied, "equal to the university." My eyes got heavy and I drifted off to sleep in Daniels arms.