Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2020 22:12:28 +0000
From: Karl M. <moonlitrain@protonmail.com>
Subject: Painter's Protege Chapter 3: Fulfillment

This is a work of fiction that takes place in a world of my imagination
only. The ages of the characters involved are up to my readers. Any
comments, feedback and suggestions are welcome! Please send them to
moonlitrain@protonmail.com.


Chapter 3: Fulfillment


It took some logistical planning, but the day on which I had promised Tim
that I would succumb to my deepest desires and give in to his aching,
yearning wish to make love with me had finally come. We had managed to
organize a trip to several art museums at the end of which I'd have him
stay overnight in my apartment. There was a part of me that was consumed
with extreme guilt for the deception and the betrayal of his parents trust,
but the larger part of me that was full of nothing but passion and blazing
need could only contemplate the upcoming event with tremulous disbelief. I
would not have believed it possible that I'd ever get to slake my hidden,
suppressed desire for teenage boys with one of the most perfect, beautiful
boys I had ever seen.

On top of that, he was a characterful and intelligent youth who I cared for
in a deep way and I wanted to show him every gentle caressing touch and
intensely pleasurable activity of which I could conceive. Perhaps I was
simply making excuses for raw sexual hunger, but there seemed to be a
deeper underlying desire to fully and intensely express the abiding
affection that he created in me.

Aside from that, the thought of being able to explore and experience every
exquisite inch of his beautiful body screamed in me with throbbing need. I
masturbated ferociously and intently to the thoughts of precisely how it
would feel to caress him, to kiss him, to bring him to thunderously
powerful orgasm. Although my own fulfillment figure in my fantasies of how
it would be, I mostly wanted to know that I had filled him with the
greatest pleasure he'd ever have experienced in his young, brilliant life.

At least the day had arrived. I will admit that while I love the aesthetic
beauty of art, I sent most of that morning and afternoon drinking his his
sheer physical beauty. There was one moment that was particularly
breathtaking. We had stopped to eat lunch in the park, after our museum
visit. It was a gorgeous fall day with that clarity of light that starts to
happen as fall reaches a peak. The sky was flawlessly blue and Tim stood at
the top of a small rise, looking out over the rolling hills of the park
that stretched out below. I had turned and he was caught there in the
golden light. It set the red highlights in his blond hair on fire, limning
his fine features. It made his roseate lips and porcelain skin look even
more delicate and gave his angular jawline more definition. The shocking
clarity of his grey-blue eyes took my breath away. The length of his slim
body was clear when he stood above me and I could imagine the flat planes
of developing muscle that I knew shaped his body under his shirt.

That frozen moment passed and as we enjoyed our picnic lunch. I was quite
surprised at how relaxed Tim was, despite the momentous event that
surrounded us with excitement.  There was a grace and ease in how he
behaved with me that belied none of his nervousness. Of course, both of us
could feel that trembling undercurrent of desire that waited in the
background. The few times I quickly brushed a hand down his arm or our legs
touched sent jolting electricity through me and I felt him move closer,
knowing that it did for him too. Eventually the sexual tension had
permeated the atmosphere to the point that I *had* to get us back to my
place.

How we made it through the door without tearing one another's clothing off
is beyond me. In the elevator, I had felt Tim's long-fingered hand snake
into mine and squeeze it, his fingertips stroking my palm. The mere touch
had been enough to give me a throbbing erection that pushed painfully
against the confines of my underwear. Judging by the impressive bulge in
Tim's jeans, I had created the same effect in him.

Once the door to my flat was shut behind us, there was a momentary pause
before I had taken Tim in my arms, wrapping them around his supple, slender
body. He had nuzzled his face into my neck, his mouth open and panting as I
felt his tongue trace a pattern on my skin. His boldness was a surprise but
it was hardly unwelcome. I couldn't resist and slid my hand down to massage
and squeeze a throbbing hard on that was rather thicker and heavier than I
was anticipating. He whimpered and gasped into my neck, digging his teeth
in gently and nipping at my skin.

I was pressed with my back against the wall, deliberately, so as not to
make him feel that I was trying to dominate him excessively. He angled his
head and turned so our mouths met in a deeply, wetly passionate kiss while
his quick, strong and clever fingers were squeezing and rubbing my ragingly
stiff cock through my pants, eliciting a moan into the exploratory kiss
that we shared.

The kiss broke and my beautiful boy grinned at me. "Mmm someone's hungry
for some Tim huh?"

Again his boldness was bracing and rather unexpected. He giggled at my
expression. "Will, I've been thinking about this for ages! I figured what I
was gonna say would be something like this. You like it?"

I grinned back. "Did what you felt in my pants seem like I did?"

He nodded eagerly and gave it another squeeze. "Can I...um...try sucking
you?"

Running a hand down his smooth, silken skin I shook my head gently. "Let me
take care of you first, Tim. It'll relax you more and let you feel
good. After, I can guide and teach you more okay?"

A slow smile spread over the fine lines of his angular, high-cheek boned
face. "Mmmm I am not saying no to that, William!"

I took his hand, leading him into the bedroom. I patted the bed and told
him to sit, relax and undress while I quickly shut the blinds, turning to
watch him.  It wasn't enough for him to simply undress. Although it was
slightly awkward, it was also incredibly arousing to watch his strip tease,
He began by sliding his t-shirt off to reveal his long torso, defined by
planes of flat muscle. He was in that beautiful space between boyhood and
manhood where his musculature was becoming hard and defined, but his skin
was soft and silken.

As he swayed, rotating his narrow hips seductively, he slid down his jeans
after unbuttoning them. His boxer briefs were distended and spotted with a
large wet stain where the natural lubricating precum was leaking from his
cock. I nearly gaped when his boxer briefs were slid off, slapping his
uncut penis against his flat belly. It was close to 7 inches of relatively
thick, throbbing cock with a swollen bright crimson glans. His foreskin was
retracted and a dewy drop of precum glistened on the tip. I was not about
to undress myself when I had that hard, beautifully throbbing erection to
enjoy.

Without waiting, I dropped down onto my knees in front of him, looking up
at that stiffly throbbing, oozing cock. His gorgeous face smiled down at
me, mischief in his eyes. "Bet that makes you hungry, huh, Will?"

In reply I cupped his balls in my hands and slowly began to slide my tongue
around the swollen leaking head of his hard dick. A soft whimpering moan
came from those pink, full lips and he shut his eyes and tilted his head
back. I gently engulfed his throbbing, stiff heat and his long fingers
snarled into my hair as he let out a low, deep moan. I fondled those full,
heavy teen balls of his in my hands as I began to slowly swallow him to the
root, nose in his curly patch of blond pubic hair. A shuddering gasp tore
from his lips as I did so.

Gently I began to pick up the pace. It was so thrilling to watch his flat,
hard stomach flex and move as I took him in. His penis was leaking
copiously in my throat as I took him down, eyes locked with his. His face
and chest were flushing red as the intensity of the pleasure grew. I knew
that under the circumstances it was not realistic to expect that he would
last too long and I was quite correct.

His fingers began to clutch convulsively at my hair now, his abdominal
muscles stood out rigid under his soft, silken flesh and he gave a hard
thrust forward and a loud strangled cry of pleasure. I could feel his balls
taut against his body now as he orgasmed, throbbing and pulsing out a thick
heavy load of cum down my sucking throat. For the fun of it, I pulled off
and his pulsating teen cock splattered my face in hot, wet semen as he let
out another deep moan and the tension came out of his body.

Eventually he looked down at me with a huge smile plastered all over his
pretty features. "Holy...shit! I never knew how good it could feel to cum!"

I scrambled to my feet and kissed his neck slowly, sucking very lightly on
the flesh. "Well I'm so glad I could make you feel like that, Tim."

He rubbed his hand over the swollen bulge in my pants. "Well guess it's
time for me to return the favour huh?"

I nodded. "If you want!"

Tim laughed uproariuisuly. "Of course I want! Can I undress you? I always
dreamed about undressing you!"

I could hardly disagree and he began to work my clothes off with quick,
clever fingers. He undid my shirt's buttons rapidly and slid my shirt off,
tossing it away. I felt his gentle, silky soft lips and wet tongue trace
over my lightly hairy chest and to my surprise and delight, he swirled his
tongue around each nipple and scraped his teeth softly over each as well,
drawing out a soft moan from me as he did so. Compounding my surprise, he
rapidly slid to his knees and began to undo my belt slowly. He whipped it
off and tossed it aside before unbuttoning my jeans and slipping them down
around my ankles.

Rather than immediately getting my briefs off, he nuzzled and nibbled at my
6.5 inches of throbbing uncut cock through the thin fabric, running his
tongue and lips over me which made me moan even deeper and louder. His
loving ministrations were making me me shudder in deep pleasure as he then
eased my underwear down and I kicked out of them and my jeans.  My hard
dick was standing at full, turgid attention and he eyed it hungrily. "Any
tips, Will? I wanna do the best job I can!"

I explained that he ought to try and relax, breathe through his nose and
watch his teeth but otherwise just do what would feel most natural. He
mimicked me as he wrapped his smooth, warm hands around my testicles which
sent trembling shivers of pleasure through me and then I felt his warm,
tentative mouth begin to take me in. His lips were so soft, so sensual and
so moist that I let out a shuddering moan and gently stroked his neck and
golden halo of hair.  At first he was shy and careful, not taking too much
in or being too enthusiastic. It was still a melting heaven of warmth
between those roseate lips as he gently suckled at about half my length.

Eventually he was seized by a surge of desire. He began to take more of me
inside him, the sucking pressure of his lips and cheeks expanding the level
of pleasure that coursed through me. I watched his beautiful lean form as
he swallowed my throbbing length. I was amazed and deeply pleasured when he
dove down to the root of me, not gagging once as he took me into his
throat. A loud, intense moan tore out of me as he swallowed me again,
fondling my full aching balls as he took me in again and again.

His grey blue eyes were riveting me as he took me in, full of naughty joy
and pleasure. Normally I can last quite a while but hi eagerness, his
beauty and the way his eyes locked with mine was driving me closer and
closer to the edge of a massive orgasm. His lack of experience showed but
he more than made up for it with his desire to please and his sheer erotic
attraction. I caressed his gorgeous face as the tension and excitement
began to reach a peak.

Eventually I felt that powerful rush of orgasm overtake me and I shouted in
ecstasy as my balls pulled taut and it felt as if I was going to ejaculate
my whole body through the head of my dick. I was again shocked when Tim
yanked his head off and let me spray his beautiful face with a hot glaze of
cum, covering it with my seed as I bellowed and shouted.

Later, we lay entwined together, kissing. We had shared a gentle shower in
which we had washed one another delicately. I had stroked Tim to another
orgasm because he had become quite hard about five minutes into the
shower. The way his teenage body was so ready to cum again was deeply
arousing to me as well.

Now we simply lay together, a tangle of skin and warmth as Tim played with
my chest hair.  "I...never thought anything could feel so good. I never
want this to stop, Will."

I had no desire to break the spell and let any harsh realities intrude
quite yet. "I know. I haven't ever been with anyone who makes me feel the
way you do, sweet boy."

Gently kissing his soft, warm lips, I held him close and we stayed like
that for a while. Eventually the ravenous appetite of a teen lad intruded
and I had to admit that I was getting quite hungry too. I decided that
making an omelette with as many things in it as possible was the way to
go. It was devoured by the pair of us along with a large slab each of the
Sacher torte I had baked earlier in the week.

The night was far from over but I wish to do it full justice so I shall
pause here and pick up the tale in the next chapter.