Date: Sun, 12 Nov 2006 09:07:32 -0700 From: Jay roberts Subject: "Young Chinese Tattoo Artist" by Jay Roberts Gay Encounter Gay interracial I write stories for all ages, but not here, and definitely not this one. If your parents would not approve of your reading this, I don't either. If your community doesn't; I don't. Come back after you reached the hot age of 18. Cole Chandler was not his real name. If I used his real name you might recognize it as he is the top male model. Cole was 22 years old. He has been in great demand by most of the designers and famous fashion photographers. Mischa, who can make or break a young model said that Cole is the most beautiful male living in the world today. Wow, that's quite an accolade. I personally have spent some time with Cole on a social basis. (I wish I could boast of a sexual affair but no.) He has more than just compelling good looks, he is magnetic. Although he is mostly straight in his sexual tastes, he is generous to share himself with an occasional man. It is hard to completely describe his physical beauty, the print ads do better. Did you see that one in Vanity Fair in which he is posed nude in a side view, intertwined with a nubile girl? Many gay guys have pinned that on their walls. He seems to be a chamaeleon in that he can change the effects of his looks to fit the product. His spread for Boss and others in which he wears a suit or in other sport wear seems to be different models. He can smile slightly, just a peek of his perfect teeth showing, or frown with archness, his natural eyebrows knitting in fierceness......ooh what an effect. Cole's body is without even a near comparison with other men, models or not. He is without fat, without body hair except on his luxuriant pits and wildly growing crotch. He has never shaved his body and never developed facial hair. His eyebrows are shaped in a natural arch and have never been reshaped. There are just no mars on his skin. He eats as he pleases and never gains. And, oh yes, you want to know about his stuff. He's human, no god. His penis is well shaped, cut and of normal size. He does have lovely balls. I got this from the one nude pose he did early on for an art magazine. No one seems to know his origin and ethnicity, but he is naturally tan and silky of skin. That suggests Asian or perhaps native Indian. But I know. Before he was famous there was an article about him. His mother was Brazilian and his father an Irish merchant seaman. Coles facial features can appear cute or noble, depending on the shots. His hair is very thick and lends itself to many arrangements. He has a perfect widow's peak that gives him a patrician effect when he combs back. Okay, this lad has one passion, dancing. He often goes to gay clubs because he finds the best DJ's and dancing partners there, both male and female. This particular night he was a little drunk. Not the usual for him. He just was so into the dancing that he was dry and hot and took a drink six times when he was off the floor. Naturally everyone's eyes were on him. When he danced his lower lip protruded and his face was knit in concentration. It was a gorgeous thing to see. Cole had danced most of the evening with another boy model. He knew him slightly. The kid was also a fabulous dancer. His blond good looks contrasted with Cole's danger boy looks. There was one thing that Cole noticed about Blake, he was wearing a tee shirt that ended just at his waist and when he bent he exposed a tattoo just about the beginning of his buttocks. Cole was fascinated. He thought it was the most sexy thing he had ever seen. Of course this partly came from his being half bombed. "I like your ink. Is that a zodiac sign? Where'd you get it?" he asked when they fell panting in a booth. "No, actually it's an old Chinese sign of fortune. I got it just a few blocks from here. Celestial Dynasty Body Art." When Cole laughed at the name, he said, "I know funny name, but Bao is the best. You'll never see his designs on others, each one is unique. Here I'll write down the address. He is open 24 hours." "Really, when does he sleep?" "I asked him the same thing and he claims that he sleeps short ten minute naps all day. Incidentally he is quite good looking." Cole went to the mens room. Always a problem. He had to stand real close to the urinal, guys would stare down on him as though his fame gave them permission to be rude. He left the toilet and went through the dancers and on out the front door. He should have said goodbye to Blake. Cole assumed that Blake may or may not be gay, but he appeared to be making some careful overtures. The boy will be disappointed, but shit, I am not a lending library. He weaved a bit as he progressed down the two blocks toward the tattoo the address that Blake had written down. He laughed as he noted that Blake had also written his phone number at the bottom. Ahead there was a small green neon sign, "Celestial Dynasty Body Art." Not exactly the name that Blake had said. He looked in the window. He saw in the well lit room an Asian lad in shorts and a turquoise athletic shirt. He was working at a slant easel. Without looking up, he reached out his arm and beckoned with his index finger. "How did he know I was here? Must be a mirror he looked into." Cole opened the door. An arrangement of crystal, etched panels tinkled pleasantly. The sound was very soothing to Cole, it made him wish he could lie down right now and sleep off his buzz. "Do you wish a tattoo? I am Bao." He reached out a hand and slipped it into Cole's. Cole noticed that he had an upper class British accent. Must be from Hong Cong and had an English instructor, he thought. "I think so." "Well, I never work on someone who is not sure. Would you like to see some designs, or do you have an idea of what you want?" Cole said "Dragon," but surprised himself. He hadn't exactly knew until this moment what he wanted. "Ah yes. Let me show you some of the dragon drawings I have here." He opened a leather book and inside where beautiful depictions of dragons on rice paper. "Gee, I didn't know there were so many styles of dragons. Wait, this one is sort of what I want except it is too small." "That's no problem, it can be any size. This is not a decal, I will actually create it on your body." Cole felt a shiver come over him and he began breathing a little deeply. Was he getting turned on by this boy with the masterful personality. No question, Bao was a looker, tall, maybe six feet two, honey colored silky skin and handsome boyish face, narrow eyes glinted under the black bangs that fringed above them Bao studied the customer before him. He decided that Cole wanted the tattoo, there would be no buyer's remorse. He still hesitated because Cole was obviously drunk. "I'd like it right here." He leaned over the table and pulled up his silk club shirt and lowered his black pants, exposing his lower back just to the first swell of his ass. "Yes, I have done my work in that area many times. A good choice. It will show when you dance or do certain sports. You will find that you will buy a entirely new wardrobe of short shirts." He laughed and patted Cole on the ass. He brought out a clipboard. "If you are sure, please sign here." Cole signed as Bao leaned up close. He had the sweetest breath, a bit like sandalwood. "I do the work in the back room. Please follow me." Cole held his pants up as he followed into the back room. It was windowless and lit by red bulbs. "Don't these bulbs interfere with your coloring." "No, red is the happy color for Chinese. You will see that you will feel happy as well. Now please remove your shirt, trousers and underpants. Cole obeyed. Stripping for another person was no embarrassment for him. He saw the padded table, similar to a doctor's office. He leaned over the extension. This left the front of his body clear, but his backside was available to Bao, or at least the area above it for the tattoo. Bao explained that first he would draw the outlines and check with Cole to be sure that the size was correct. "There is no pain involved.....a little when we use the electric needle, but I have usually recommended the gas machine to eliminate even this." "Gas machine?" "Yes, you have heard of laughing gas, or more correctly nitrous oxide? I just attach the nose piece to your nice nose and you take the controller in your hand. If you feel any twinge of pain, just press. It will deliver a small amount of gas. Each time you press, more will come out, but don't continue pressing or you will be unconscious. But, if you wish to do so, that will not harm you. I can revive you by turning this handle to deliver pure oxygen." "That sounds good. I am relieved. Is this a common practice in your profession?" "Actually I think that I am the only one who uses this." What Bao did not tell Cole was that his gas also contained a gaseous version of a Viagra-like medication. He found that the subject of his work was more relaxed and happier when when sexually aroused. Bao looked forward to the process with this delicious young man. He was, himself stiffly erected in his loose shorts. "Okay, what you feel now is my marker laying out the outlines." Cole smelled the familiar odor of a marking pen. He tried to relax, but as soon as the point touched his body he stiffened. Bao saw that the beautiful back had broken out in a light sweat from nervousness. He patted Cole's ass lightly and spoke soothingly. "That's my boy, just let your body relax. This will not hurt." He worked away for about five minutes then stood up. "The sketch is finished." He held a large mirror for Cole. "Yes," Cole exclaimed,."the proportions are excellent." He also thought that his ass looked both sexy and elegant. "Now as to colors. The picture here is predominantly red, green and purple. Naturally black is in the outlines. Do you want to change the colors?" "No it's exactly right, the way you conceived it." Bao bustled about, washing his arms up to the elbow like a surgeon. He put on rubber gloves. He took the electric needles out of the sterilizer and layout out his tools on a sterile towel. He snapped on the radio tuned to a classical station. He looked down at his client. Speaking in a low musical voice he intoned "I am wheeling the machine in front of you and placing the nose piece over your nose. It's on, you control it now." Cole smelt a strong rubber smell inside the cup over his nose. He pressed the button. Now he felt cold gas entering his nasal passages. The normal sounds in the room, the music on the small radio, the footsteps made by Bao, all receded. He felt comfortable, wrapped in soft wool. He was also aware that he was experiencing a strong erection growing and sticking out in the clear space between the table extension and the edge of the table. Suddenly he felt a strong prick as a needle touched him. He pumped vigorously on the controller and soon felt himself freed of the pain and he began floating. He was afraid of the pain returning. He pumped hard, again and again. He was now in orbit in outer space. He saw planets on either side of him. Someone was giggling. It was his own voice. He tried to suppress it but a loud gaffaw escaped him. Bao behind him, his hands on the boy's cheeks smiled in glee. "Have a good time." Time passed. Cole couldn't tell if it was a long time or a short time. The gas seemed to distort time. The machine was hissing as oxygen replaced the gas. His head was clearer now. "How do you feel? The oxygen will make your intoxication disappear and prevent a hangover." "Can I see the work you did?" "Yes it is covered with a spray of plastic. You won't be able to see too much. The gel like plastic will dissolve when you shower. Now continue to stay as you are. You may feel some heavy pain as the medicine keeps the tattoo sterile. I would have let you use the gas, but you are such a glutton for it, I had to end it. I was afraid you might become addicted." He laughed. "Ouch!," Cole cried out. "I am hurting like hell." Bao came around in front. Even though Cole's eyes were half closed he couldn't miss the fact that the Chinese boy's pants were pushed out in an erection. "Cole, I am putting my finger in your mouth. Suck it! That often helps." Cole took the slim, smooth finger and sucked as though he had been given a teet. It felt good. He sucked on harder, his cock aching with the stiffness of his erection. Bao removed his finger. "You like to suck, boy? Would you like to suck my cock?" Cole nodded to his own surprise. He rarely ever offered oral sex, he was usually the recipient. But he opened his full lips and accepted the Cathay cock greedily. He sucked hard and licked. He was transported with his activity. He began moaning in pleasure. "You like that I see. I would never have taken you for such an avid cocksucker. Keep going. I love seeing you sluttish like this. I think I can train you to take it in the ass." Bao could control himself for a long time if he wished, but he decided to treat the boy to his delicious honey flavored cum. He relaxed his body and permitted the beginnings of his orgasm to occur. Soon he was fucking his hips back and forth and mewling with ecstacy. He froze for a minute then the sperm erupted and entered the boy's sucking mouth. He gratefully moaned in appreciation. Finally the spewing stopped. Bao slipped up his shorts. Between pants he asked, "Are you very stiff, very hurting?" Cole nodded like a child, his lower lip extended. "Here, lick my palm." Cole complied dutifully. Bao reached down into the space under the table extension and softly took hold of the very stiff prick. He passed his thumb over the head, back and forth causing Cole to cry out at the thrilling sensation. Then he began a soft movement up and down on the shaft. It only took ten or so passes from tip to base before Cole cried out that he was cumming. His ass pushed up and down as he squirted a quart of spooge on the floor below him. Finally he stopped as his intense feelings ebbed, and he return to normal. He got up, feeling a little as if he had exposed too much of himself. "I guess I better pay you and get on home." "Don't worry, I'll send you a bill. Come back if you feel any discomfort and perhaps we can improvise something for it." He laughed musically as he led Cole out the door. ************************************************************************** The next morning Cole arose feeling excellent. He had no shoots this day. He sat around in his shorts and a tee shirt, that was his nighttime attire. He read the newspapers and drank some coffee and had a muffin. As he leaned back he felt something at the back of his waist. He ran into the bedroom and looked at the site of his tattoo. It was shiny with the plastic covering and he couldn't see much. He stripped for a shower. When he was naked he was suddenly assailed with the memory of the willowy form of the sleek Chinese tattoo artist. His prick rose up instantly and felt so hard it was hurting. He reached down and stroked himself. He was surprised to hear his moaning and fucking motion as he stimulated himself. A new sensation overcame him, his asshole was spasming as his cock delivered long propulsions of hot cum. He had to put his hand on a wall to keep from falling down from the strength of that cum. His ass still felt a need. He decided to take a shower, hoping the gel would wash off. Inside the shower he soaped up, paid particular attention to his penis and foreskin. His body was covered with lather and he stepped under the sharp spay. As the needle spray hit his back he looked down, rainbow colored water was washing down the drain. It made him think of that shower scene from "Psycho". He dried off, staining the towel a bit and got in front of the mirror. The tattoo was gone. He got dressed and took a taxi to the address of the Celestial Body Art Shop. As he opened the door he saw Bao drowsing on a chair. "Hey you!" He shouted. "What the fuck did you do? I have no tattoo, you wasted my time." Bao roused himself. He smiled. "Dear friend, dear lovely boy, you are a famous model. A tattoo, even in that place could threaten your career. I was protecting you.. You remember the blond boy who recommended this place. He is now asking me to remove his tattoo, his bookings have been greatly reduced. I will see him today. Removal will be easy as he has pure white skin. In your case, with your tan color the lazar might remove some pigment and that would be ugly. I think he is no friend to you. He wanted you to compromise your career. Besides, you were drunk, I never work on any one in that condition. But," he moved close to Cole and put his owns on the boy's shoulder, "Your visit here wasn't entirely without merit. I think you came back because you want me to beat a tattoo on your ass. I bet right now your ass hole is opening and closing in desire." Cole was dumbfounded. It was true. It was foolish to consider marring his body. He felt a rush of desire for the tall, handsome Chinese with the commanding personality. He leaned forward and kissed Bao. They kissed for a long time and both separated breathing hard. "What do you want me to do Bao?" "Take off your clothes and get into the same position you had last night." Bao slipped out of his clothes as he Cole's naked body lay across the table extension, his ass exposed to Bao's lusty view. Bao found his usual control was threatened by the beauty before him. He spoke between panting, "Such perfection is rarely seen. Your ass cheeks and dimpled sides are memorable. Between those peaks lies a valley unmarred by hair. You anis is unique in that the color is the same as the surrounding flesh. The muscle ridges are even, as if planned by a sculptor. I must taste it. My tongue is as long as a chop stick." He pressed his mouth against the sweet hole before him. Cole was almost sobbing in passion and impatience. His whole being was concentrated on that nether opening. Bao opened his mouth and soul kissed the hole, then unleashed his long tongue. Cole was babbling now in pleasurable agony. Bao felt around the interior with his clever tongue until he found Cole's hard, hot button. He scraped his tongue back and forth over the organ as Cole shouted and bucked in passion. "It tastes so good, so clean, but I would have sucked your hole even if it wasn't. My body is wired so that my tongue feels as good as my cock, but you will want my cock soon." Cole choked out, "Yes, please, please put your cock in me. I don't care if I am a pussy bottom, I must have it." Bao moaned in delight, thrilled with the change in the boy below him. Cole was now his to enjoy. He put his cock head at the opening, but it closed up tight. He reached under the table extension and grabbed the boy's stiff cock. The head was dripping pre cum . He grunted out, "I must taste it." He wiped his thumb over the dripping head and brought it to his mouth. "Ah, a wonderful mixture of flavors. I taste the Anglo and....and Brazilian indian, I think and another exotic flavor. Yes, it's African. Lovely. Now I will taste with my cock." He pushed in, still some resistance. "I'm sorry, " sobbed Cole, "I want you in, but....." Bao slapped the boys ass sharply and as that moment the ass hole ring parted and his long cock slipped in right to the base as Cole shouted in pain and triumph. Bao began and rough fucking. He wanted Cole to remember him, he knew he was converting this arch boy who everyone lionized to a bottom bitch and he reveled in it. Cole was crowing continuously, totally transported into another plain, almost as if he was besotted from the gas machine. His own cock was jumping and pulsating on the bring of orgasm, but held back by some hidden desire to feel Bao's hot spunk enter him first. And then it came. The Asian just couldn't hold back, his senses were under the influence of the hot ass below him and he called out in Chinese, some ancient curse as he jack knifed and began a long cum. Cole felt the searing fluid hosing his insides and he screamed as his cock ached to cum. When Bao stopped shooting he mastered his body and reached down and turned Cole over so that his cock was standing up in the air and shaking. Bao kissed the tip, licked off the moisture there. "Now boy, you deserve to enjoy your culmination. You did well." He began a soft suckling, then he moved faster and clung harder. This was more than the over wrought Cole could stand. He opened his eyes wide and pursed his lips and called, "Oh shit, I'm going to cum hard." And he did, his hips rising and falling rapidly as he fucked the young Asian's mouth. It a moment it was over. "Your cum is just as delicious as your pre cum. I enjoyed it and I enjoyed you. I hope we can meet again." "Oh yes. I want you often." The next day Cole retraced his steps to the Tattoo parlour. His ass ached for another fucking. It had kept him up all night. But when he arrived at the door the store was gone. No neon sign. He looked through the window. The room was empty. That night he sought out Blake. "I'll ask him to fuck me. He's always been hot for me." He found him dancing with another guy and he motioned for him to come over. Blake came to the table. Cole was blatant because of his need. "Blake, you know what we both experienced with Bao. I am a fuck junky. Do you want to get it on?" Blake smiled wanly. "Like you I used to be a top. Now Bao converted me. I only want a cock up my ass. I can't help you. We are like two key holes looking for a juicy key. The boy I was dancing with is going to take me home. I'll get fucked tonight. Good luck to you." Cole danced with various guys. He waggled his ass and sent signals around. One boy told him that he would love to fuck him but he was just too fem and wanting.. Cole was desperate. He began paying call boys to fuck him. He lost that superior look that brought him so many bookings. He lived to be fucked. End