Date: Sat, 11 Apr 2020 16:14:28 +0200 (CEST)
From: john (dot) boyle (at) tutanota (dot) com
Subject: Paintings-of-Cusco

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Paintings of Cusco

I arrived in Lima late Friday evening. I booked the Airport Express bus
from the airport. It did not stop at my small hotel directly but the last
stop which was called Lacomar seemed to be walking distance and was right
on the coastline of Miraflores which I was told was a very safe
neighbourhood even at night.
I was nervous since I don't speak more than a few words of Spanish and
not even staff of official places like the airport speak English in Peru.
It even had been a small challenge to find the Express bus terminal as it
was a bit away from the terminal building and somewhat hidden behind a
hotel.
My last vacation with a few friends to Thailand and Indonesia however
didn't go as well as I expected so I decided to take this new trip by
myself. I have always wanted to visit Machu Picchu and since this was a
culture trip I figured it would be ok to be alone.
After a short desperate moment I stopped some strangers in the parking
lot showing them my bus ticket until I found the bus stop.
'See it wasn't that hard' I said to myself and was excited to start my
new adventure.
I was very happy to see there was wifi on the bus and I could map out the
way from Lacomar to my hotel in advance and indeed it was not very far.
The bus dropped me off at the top of a shopping mall that descended down
into the cliff facing the ocean which was almost pitch black at this
time.
A long nice looking walkway was leading along the cliff at my level.
Some kids were skateboarding over some obstacles on the walkway. They
looked very cute and I would have liked to watch them a bit longer but I
was approached by some not so cute looking men shouting 'Taxi, Taxi!'.
So I grabbed my suitcase, waved the taxidrivers off and started walking
towards the traffic light I needed to cross to be on the way to my hotel.
The street that lead to my hotel was a big shopping street. The shops
were closed now but some restaurants were still open and there were still
a lot of people walking around. Mostly hip looking young people looking
like they were still at the beginning of their night out. It was still
warm enough to walk around in my t-shirt. I must have looked a bit like a
bum walking around in my jogging pants that I was still wearing. I just
find them so much more comfortable on the long haul flight but now they
felt really out of place.
After about 7 or 8 minutes of walking I reached the side road my hotel
was in and shortly after I turned the corner I walked past a small
supermarket. I stopped for a second and thought about buying some water
and food as I suspected the hotel kitchen might be closed at this time
and I was not in the mood to go to any restaurant. As I was walking
towards the entrance I was approached by a teenage boy maybe 13 or 14
years old.
'Dinero' he said holding out his hand.
I looked at his face and he was very handsome. He had full dark hair and
an Inca looking angular face and a light brown skin tone. He had very
nice brown eyes but the look from them was a bit phased out. I had the
impression he was high or at least drunk.
I didn't have any local money yet and even if I did I would not have
taken it out in the middle of a night to give it to a stranger no matter
how cute he was.
I tried to wave him off 'sorry - no tengo dinero'. I remembered this line
from an 80ies pop song.
The boy unexpectedly stepped forward and stood right in front of me
looking straight into my eyes.
'Dinero' he said again in an almost pleading voice.
At the same time his hand moved forward and he rubbed over my cock and
balls with the backside of his fingers through the thin fabric of my
jogging pants. He rubbed up and down wiggeling his fingers.
I was freaked out. I grabbed the handle of my suitcase turned away and
started walking. I tried to walk at a firm but moderate pace. I wanted to
give the impression of being annoyed and not showing how afraid I was. I
didn't even dare to look back. I just walked into the direction of my
hotel trying to listen for steps and if I was followed. I heard nothing
so after I convered a short distance I turned around. The boy was still
standing in the same spot. He was facing away from me probably just
looking for the next person he can ask for dinero.
'You are such a pussy John' I said to myself.
I felt stupid. At home I am not afraid of beggars. But those are usually
not cute and don't touch my cock. And I was in a foreign land and it was
dark. I kept walking and after just two more minutes I reached my hotel.
Once I was inside everything was completely normal. Nothing felt
different from any other hotel and I felt even more silly to be upset
about my encounter.
Thankfully the guy at the reception spoke English and was very friendly.
I asked about food and he reponded that their kitchen was closed because
they only have breakfast and advised me there was a supermarket nearby.
I went to my room and was happy to see they provided complimentary
drinking water. I was exhausted from the flight, so I decided just to
take a shower and go to bed.
In bed I tried to google some activities for the next day. I had only
planned for one day in Lima because the bus trip to Cusco would take
three days. I decided to go by bus instead of flying because the city of
Cusco is very high above sea level and it is recommended to gradually
increase the height. Plus the bus trip included visits tp some
interesting places on the way there. I was a little worried about
altitude sickness but since that Asia trip I had become somewhat of a
fitness enthusiast and despite being 50 I felt more alive and energetic
than in the previous 20 years and had gotten to a proper gay shape. Not
ripped by any means but the fat around my hips had melted away and I
built up my arms and chest nicely. My hotel was supposed to have a small
gym and I thought I should check it out in the morning before breakfast.
I was getting tired so decided to just ask the reception for excursion
tips tomorrow, put away my phone and closed my eyes. As I was drifting
off to sleep my stomach was growling a bit as if it was telling me
'you shoud have bought something at the supermarket'.
My head took me back to the scene. I remembered the boy's eyes looking at
me and the feeling of the back of his hand sliding over my dick. My cock
twiched and I could feel it slowly hardening. I realized how comfortable
the bed was - then sleep took over.
When I woke up the next morning surprisingly I did not feel very hungry
so I checked out the small gym of the hotel. Their was an attendent there
checking me in and providing me with a towel and a small bottle of water.
He was extremely good looking. Maybe in his 20ies and very nicely built.
He had a bit of a round face, great brown skin tone and beautiful eyes.
His hair was thick, black and shiny cut business style. He was wearing a
shiny white Adidas jogging suit that was either too small or meant to be
body fitted and showed off his physique beautifully. He asked If he
should explain the equipment and although I am familar around a gym I
agreed just to have him around a bit longer. He stayed with me during my
workout and helped me with my sets and adding weights. I guess there were
not many people using the gym and he was happy to have something to do.
At the end of the workout I asked for his name which was Jorge. They had
a little fridge selling ready made protein shakes and I asked him for one
of those.
'10 Soles' he said and I remembered I still didn't have any local
currency. I searched my gym pants and found a 5 dollar bill but he shook
his head.
'On the house' he said with a smile and handed me the bottle.
'Thank you very much Jorge' I smiled back.
'Thank you John' he said 'please visit the gym again'.
'I think I can't, I have to check out before breakfast tomorrow to catch
my bus'.
'Just keep your gym clothes in your backpack. You can use the gym after
check out and we have a change room and shower here' Jorge said with a
smile.
Was he hinting at something? Was that smile a bit mischievous? I wasn't
sure.
'Great, see you tomorrow morning then' I responded.
I went to the breakfast room and got in some much needed carbs before
heading out to explore the city.
Following a tip from the reception I drove quite far first to visit Plaza
de Armas de Lima, which is basically a huge town square surrounded by
government buildings and palaces. While pretty not really something I
found very interesting so after having the national dish 'Ceviche' for
lunch I actually went back to were the Airport bus had dropped me off the
night before. I checked out the shopping mall which had great views and
pretty average shops and then just walked down to the beach.
Hanging out there just relaxing in the sun, surrounded by handsome
Peruvian boys and men for me to look at was a great start for my holiday.
What I particularly liked about the guys there was that they were not
that tall. I am only 5.10 myself and it was nice to see they were around
my size or even shorter.
After the sun had set I walked back and came by a little park called
Parque Central de Miraflores. It was across from a church and the area
was alive with people. I think there was a wedding in the church and the
park was full of vendors selling food, some kids were battle rapping in
Spanish and had gathered quite a crowd of spectators. On the far side of
the park many artists had set up shop selling paintings. Some paintings
were pretty much the same motives as in all the souvenir shops featuring
Machu Picchu, Alpacas and ladies with big hats but some of them were more
creative and modern. A watercolor painting of a normal city street
leading towards the ocean caught my eye.
'How much?' I asked the old man sitting next to it pointing at the
painting.
'300 Soles' he responded.
Around 90 dollars seemed a bit steep for me and I didn't think I could
haggle it down to a price i would be comfortable with. I raised my phone
as to ask if I can take a picture of the painting and he nodded.
I took a picture said 'Gracias' and walked away. He did not seem to mind.
I had dinner at a burger place across the street and then headed back to
the hotel. I stopped at the supermarket to stock up on water and some
food that I could take on the bus. The boy from last night was not there
though.
I decided to reorganise my suitcase and bag and also moved my gym clothes
to my backpack to be able to work out the next morning. I went to bed
early because my bus was supposed to pick me up at 8 am in front of the
hotel and with gym and breakfast I planned to get up at 6 am.
The next morning I checked out as planned. I asked the reception to hold
on to my suitcase and arrived at the gym around 6:30.
Jorge smiled when he saw me 'Buenos dias John'. He was still wearing the
white pants but the Adidas jacket was off and he was wearing a black tank
top showing off his muscular arms and nice pecs.
'Buenos dias Jorge' I responded.
He handed me a towel and a water as before and accompanied me into the
gym. He was actually very knowledgable about working out and always
supported my weights and encouraged me to do an extra rep. I felt like he
was keeping a much smaller physical distance than the day before. On
basically every excersize he was correcting my posture. Multiple times he
touched my stomach or butt while he was explaining I need to tighten them
more when excecuting the lift. During situps his hand was on my stomach
during the entire excersize.
Finally he ecouraged me to do some reverse crunches, an excersize I am
pretty bad at. He put one hand on my belly and the other one under my
butt. He was guiding my movement and also helping me to lift my ass off
the ground a bit. Each time I raised my hips and stretched my legs to the
ceiling his hand on my stomach followed the movement and ended up on my
groin. Of course being upside down my dick hung down towards my stomach
and on every rep the side of Jorge's hand was bumping into my cock and
his other hand was sliding up my buttcheeks.
I have been assisted before and even if up to this point all his touches
could have still passed as professional I was definately being felt up
now. That and Jorge's stunning looks and strong arms made my cock swell
pretty quickly and my gym shorts tent.
Jorge obviously was well aware of this so he held my stomach down at the
end of the rep to tell me the excersize was finished. Now flat on my back
the outline of my cock was clearly visible even though my shorts were
black.
'Time for shower' Jorge said holding out his hand to help me get up. I
looked down to his crotch. His Adidas were also tenting and a wet spot
had formed where the tip of his cock met the fabric.
He led me into a small change room with a shower inside and locked the
door behind us. Jorge stood in front of me and lifted up my short over my
head to take it off. He grabbed my cock through my shorts and leaned
forward and kissed me. The feeling of his tounge in my mouth was amazing.
I also grabbed his cock through his pants which made him stop and take
off his clothes.
He was extremely nicely built with a great sixpack. His cock was huge. It
looked to me like it was at least 8 inches long and very thick and
standing straight out from his crotch. He was completely shaved and his
ballsack was looking big and firm. His cock was throbbing and drops of
precum were leaking from the cockhead. I pushed down my gymshorts as well
and my cock looked downright small compared his. I stepped in closer
aligning our cocks. I grabbed both of them with two hands and slowly
started stoking them. We were both uncircumsized and I got into a nice
rythm. Jorge put his arms on my shoulders and leaned in for another kiss.
Our tounges met and we kissed and kissed. I could feel Jorge start to
fuck my hands a little and his precum made both our cocks very slippery.
I thought I could cum right there but then Jorge broke the kiss threw his
head back and let out a grunt. I looked down and he watched his orgasm
unfold. He pushed forward and shot a load of cum against my belly. I
could literally feel the impact of the splash on my belly. He kept
fucking my hand and shot another spurt and another one. He had a lot of
cum and is was thick. Jorge stood still and I milked his cock with a few
more strokes of my hand. My belly and cock were covered in his cum and my
cock was throbbing now.
Jorge sank down to his knees. Without hesitation he grabbed my buttcheeks
and pulled my cum covered cock into his mouth. He slowly kept pulling
until my cock went down his throat and his nose was touching my belly.
The he started sucking at a steady pace. Each time he pulled back I could
see some of his own cum on his face. His nose, his lips and even his
cheek were picking up the cum running down my belly and by now dripping
down from my balls. I couldn't hold it anymore and came into Jorge's
mouth. Feeling me cum he moaned louder than me still sucking eagerly but
at a steady pace. When I was done cumming he expertly squeezed my dick
from back to front and got a few more drops of cum out which he licked
from the tip. He cupped my balls with his hand and guided my cock back
into his mouth just letting it rest there while it slowly went soft.
My eyes wandered around the room and found a wall clock.
'Fuck, it's 7:40 - my bus will be here soon' I exclaimed.
We took a quick shower together and got dressed.
'Will you come back?' Jorge asked as I was picking up my backpack.
'I am going to Cusco, I will be back in 10 days.' I responded.
'Cusco is beautiful' he said 'Please visit the gym when you come back'
I leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the lips 'I promise'
He smiled and then I hurried out to catch my bus.
The bus had already arrived. It was a big red modern looking bus saying
'Peru Hop' on the side. As I arrived in the lobby the receptionist was
pointing me out to a chubby guy in a red shirt that also said 'Peru Hop'.
He showed a broad smile and held out his hand.
'You must be John. Welcome to Peru. I am Christian. I will be your Hop
Guide'.
Christian had an infectiously good mood. He guided me to the bus which
already had quite a few people on board. All of them were at least 20
years younger than me. Christian introduced me by shouting 'Hoppers, this
is John'. 'Hello John' the crowd shouted back. I found an empty seat and
off we went.
The next three days were a lot of fun. The others didn't seem to mind my
age gap and were very inclusive. They were from all over the world and
just a cheerful crowd. The trip to Cusco had several stops and depending
on what your interests were you could stay at any of the stops as long as
you wanted and just take the next bus whenever you please. Some People
had the same ultraquick 3 day intinery as me but some of them had longer
ones. So on every stop some people left and some new people joined. We
stayed in Backpacker Hostels and there was a lot of partying so many of
the group slept while the bus was driving. I didn't and just watching
from my window I fell in love with the scenery although it was often
rough and grey but full of mountains and many times void of people. And
even if they were some villages every now and then it felt like they were
only there to give you a sense of scale for the fantastic backdrops.
The stops I made were Paracas with the great National Reserve, Huacachina
a desert oasis and Nazca with the world famous Nazca lines. I almost
regretted not taking a slower trip because there were some awsome stops
that would have been worth exploring.
After three days I finally arrived in Cusco in the late afternoon. I had
a hotel in the center of the old town. I had given myself two days
without any plans to acclimate to the height and just exploring the city
of Cusco before I was taking a trip to Machu Picchu on the third day.
That turned out to be a smart idea. The bus dropped me off near my hotel
but not directly on the doorstop because the street was to narrow for the
bus to fit. They gave me my suitcase and a voucher to pick up a free
Hopper T-Shirt at their local branch and pointed me in the direction of
my hotel. It was not that far. I could basically see my hotel up the
street from the bus. Cusco is a very hilly city and the short ascend to
my hotel which under normal circumstances would be no problem at all had
me gasping for air afraid I was going to faint when I finally reached the
lobby.
There were a male and a female receptionist when I entered and when they
saw me dragging my suitcase up the three lobby stairs they rushed over to
help me. The guy grabbed my suitcase and the girl lead me to a couch and
had me sit down.
My head was spinning. She handed me a paper cup with tea.
'Here, drink coca tea!' she said 'it helps. Do you want oxygene?'
I took a sip of the tea and just sat for a minute.
'Drink, drink' she encouraged me. I drank the tea sowly and I could feel
the dizzyness leave my head and I had also gotten my breath back.
'Thank you, I feel better' I said.
'It's the altitude! Walk slowly and have Coca Tea when you are in Cusco'
she said.
'Welcome to Cusco, let me check you in'
After the check in I had another cup of tea which was available free in
the lobby. They also provided Coca leaves which you could take with you.
I still felt a bit dizzy and decided to take a nap. After two hours I
woke up and felt hungry.
I got up and took a shower and then asked the receptionist for a dinner
recommendation.
'There are many good restaurants around Plaza de Armas' she recommended.
So there was also a Plaza de Armas here. It was not that far and I
assumed if I walked slowly I could make it there.
This Plaza de Armas looked a lot nicer than the one in Lima. It was
beautifully lit at night and surrounded by many hip restaurants and
shops. It was also full of tourists and I was approached by many street
vendors offered souveners, Ponchos and also many Artists approached me
opening big portfolios showing some paintings. It was a bit much and I
longed to escape but I felt so hungry that I went into one of the
restaurants that looked nice.
The prices were a bit on the high side but all the food I could see on
the other diners plates looked delicious. I asked the waiter to recommend
some food for me and he suggested for me to try a Alpaca Steak. Up until
that point I was not aware that the Peruvians actually eat Alpaca. I had
seen so many cute Pictures and dolls it seemed strange. Hoever I felt
adventurous and tried it.
It turned out to be delicous. I also tried some Peruvian beer and that
was also pretty good. I finished my dinner at around 10 pm and headed
back to the hotel. With my stomach full I felt less shaky walking back
and got back without incedent. When I went to sleep I still felt it was a
bit hard to breathe but I knew my strength better now and could adjust if
needed.
The next morning after a quite oppulent breakfast and more Coca tea I
decided to explore the city more. I took a map and some coca leaves from
the hotel and the receptionist told me to bring sunscreen and sunglasses
as well. I put everything in a little shoulder bag. It was warm outside
and I just wore a black t-shirt and some jersey jogging shorts so I
actually applied some sunscreen to my arms, legs, neck and face before
heading out and I also grabbed a baseball cap. I figured since the entire
city is a world heritage site I would just walk around but avoid the
tourist hot spots a bit so I walked in the direction away from the city
center.
After a while I felt rewarded. I came past a huge indoor market. It was
almost like a Bazaar in Turkey. They were selling all kinds of goods here
- even souveniers - but mainly it was food. There was also a big section
with chairs and tables where people were eating. It felt extremely local.
I did not see any other Europeans around. Also people looked a lot poorer
here. Along the outside wall of the market a lot of people who had just a
few things to sell sat on the ground. Evereything was dirt cheap.
Everything was offered even non brand underwear, nail clippers or ponchos
at a fraction of the cost from the souvenier shops. Many woman sat around
with their kids dressed in ponchos and wearing Chullos the tradition hat
which made them look incredibly cute.
The people here looked different than in Lima but to me they seemed even
more beautiful.
I bought a bag of nuts and banana chips from the market for only 2 Soles
and kept walking until I cam to a small park that had a fountain in the
middle and was surrounded by benches. I sat on the bench and snacked on
my banana chips.
In my bag I found the voucher for the Peru Hop t-shirt and it had a
little map on it showing the location of their local office.
It was quite far, actually in the opposite direction I had been walking
even further than Plaza de Armas but not too far from it.
I figured I had nothing better to do and just walked a different way back
to see more of this beautiful city.
On the way to the Peru Hop office I had to cross Plaza de Armas again but
I sort of went around it because I didn't want to deal with the street
vendors again.
It was quite a detour and the office was pretty high up on a steep hill.
The cobble stone streets and small houses leading up there were really
beautiful and since I had to stop a lot to catch my breath I had enough
time to admire them.
I looked into some houseyards and open doors on the way up. There were
not a lot of people around but occasionally I would see someone working.
There was someone fixing a bike, and someone making some pottery but
there was no selling here I guess they supplied the vendors down in the
Plaza.
I was slowly making my way up the hill when I heard a voice
'Señor, Señor please buy my painting'
On the other side of the street in front of a blue wooden door stood a
young boy. He was dressed in a gray poncho, some long black sweatpants
and he was also wearing a Chullo but a bit of his black hair was sticking
out under it covering his forehead. I could not tell exactly but he
looked quite thin under his poncho. I guessed he was maybe 10 or 11 years
old. He was trying to open a huge portfolio which was more than half his
size. When he finally got it open he held it up and i could only see him
from his knees down.
It looked so cute and clumsy it made me laugh. He lowered the portfoio
and balanced it on his right foot and smiled. He had a beautyful face.
Somewhat Inca-ish looking, with a dark skin tone and brown eyes. His
teethy smile seemed so genuine and his eyes were sparkling. I was
immediatly smitten with his beauty.
His paintings were of Alpacas. Same as I had seen many times by now. I
could not understand why people would buy something crappy like that.
'I am sorry I am going somewhere' I said and started to continue my
ascend.
His smile disappeared and his expression went to disappointment. I could
feel my heart melt.
'Maybe later?' he said giving me a hopeful look.
God he was cute.
'Ok, maybe later' I said and his smile was back.
'I wait here Señor, ok? - I wait here'
'Ok' I said and went on my way.
After about 10 more minutes of uphill walk I finally reached the Peru Hop
office. I was out of breath when I arrived. Unfortunately they didnt have
any Tea. It was really just an office, but they did offer me a chair.
After I caught my breath I showed them my voucher and they gave a
selection of t-shirts to choose from.  They also asked me to fill a
questionaire about my Peru Hop experience on a computer they had there.
So I picked a t-shirt and did the questionaire, the whole thing took
around 30 minutes.
After I finished I was tempted to walk a shorter route directly back to
Plaza de Armas but I was kind of feeling bad about it. What if that cute
boy actually sat there and waited for me to return to buy a painting from
him. On the other hand I had said 'maybe' and that probably happens to
him all the time so he probably won't wait for someone who might never
show up again.
Finally my curiosity and also a feeling of guilt made me walk back the
same way I came. Turns out walking down a steep hill is not much less
exhausting then walking up because you constantly have to step on the
breaks.
When I reached the spot where I had met the boy he was not there.
'Of course!' I said to myself and continued my way down. How silly of me
to believe he would actually wait.
After a minute or so walking I heard quick steps running behind me.
'Señor, Señor'
I turned around and there he was running behind me with his big
portfolio. I stopped but he kept running until he finally reached me.
'Look at my painting' he said trying to open the portfolio again.
I took it from him and sat down on the sidewalk leaning my back against
the wall of the house behind me.
I put the Portfolio on my knees so I coud browse through it. First the
boy just stood in front of me but when I started turning the artworks
over to browse he came around and set next to me to see what I was
looking at. He came so close his shoulder was touching my upper arm when
I turned pages.
Most of the paintings were watercolors on paper or paper glued to
cardboard. Every time I turned a page the boy would look up and ask 'you
like Señor? - Good price'
The truth however was I didn't really like any of them. Machu Picchu,
Alpaca, Ladies with hats. All the usual ones. What I did like was that
the artist who painted these had some cool varations. Acid like colors,
an Alpaca smoking, Machu Picchu made from a golden relief. At least they
looked like an actual artist had made them.
'you like Señor? - Good price' he said again but I think he could tell I
wasn't really into the paintings.
'This one only 60 soles' he pointed to the smoking alpaca
I shook my head.
'Maybe just 20 soles' he said with a somewhat pleading look on his face.
I was considering just buying it for 20 soles to make him smile again but
before I could make up my mind he said
'What do you like - my brother can paint anything for you.'
'My brother can paint everything' he repeated.
'A picture of you would be great' I said half jokingly.
'yes, come - come' he was getting up.
'Oh' was all I could say. I never thought that he would jump on my
comment like that.
'Come, Come' he said again and took the portfolio from me.
'It's not far' He pointed up the street.
I was hesitant. What had I gotten myself into. I think he saw my
hesitance and his face turned to disappointment again.
I got up 'ok, let's go'
The smile was back. We started walking and he was right - it really was
not far. Actually he went back to the blue door where I had first seen
him and went inside.
It lead into a small courtyard which was filled with potted plants. There
was an old two story building in L shape on the edge of the courtyard. To
The other side and to the street from where we had entered there was just
a wall. It seemed there was noone around except us.
The boy crossed the courtyard and went to a door in the far corner and
went inside. I followed him in and was standing in a windowless room.
It was only lit by two fluorescent tubes on the ceiling.
The room was filled with paintings in all sizes leaning agains the walls.
These Paintings were on canvas and most of them also had the usual
motives but I also saw a few others like an Eiffel Tower, some mountains
and a male torso. On the left side was a teenage boy sitting on a small
round stool in front of an easel working on a painting of Maccu Picchu.
I could immediatly tell this was the brother he looked exactly like the
other boy only a few years older, maybe around 15 or 16.
'Hola Carlos' said the boy to his brother.
He looked up from his painting and saw me standing there.
'Hola Renzo' Carlos said
He turned towards me 'Hola a a?'
'John' I said.
'Hello John, you want to buy a painting?' Carlos said sort of panning
between me and Renzo.
Renzo then said something to him in Spanish which I didn't understand.
'You want me to paint a picture of my brother?' he asked
'If that's ok?' I responded.
'Yes, I can paint anything you want' Carlos said. 'What do you want it
too look like'?
'Maybe standing outside in the street where I met him. Holding the big
portfolio' I said. 'How long does it take?'
'On Paper? Maybe 20 Minutes' Carlos said
'I can come back' I said
'No No' Renzo intervened 'Please wait'.
He pushed me backwards into a big sofa chair which seemed to be the only
furniture in the room. The chair was old and looked very worn but the
springs inside the seat seemed still strong. I didn't mind to sit down
for a while. I had walked a lot today already. The chair was comfy but
huge. When I slid all the way back so my back was against the cushion I
could not bend my knees to reach the floor with my feet.
'Can I take off my shoes?' I asked.
Carlos nodded and I kicked off my Nike's and sat on the chair
crosslegged.
Carlos gave Renzo some instruction in Spanish and he went and stood in
front of the easel posing with the portfolio held up.
'Maybe put it on your foot like before' I said 'and maybe smile'
Renzo got what I wanted and changed the pose balancing the corner of the
portfolio on one foot and made it look like he was resting on the other
side. He tried to smile but it looked kind of fake.
'Ok, maybe don't smile' I said which made him laugh.
I leaned back and watched Carlos work. He started with the background and
it took him less than 5 minutes to paint a pretty accurate view of the
street. He basically just painted big shapes of color and then just added
a few lines to make the houses and cobblestones come out.
Carlos was also beautiful. He was wearing tight blue jeans and a simple
black t-shirt. He was slim but clearly had much more grown up proportions
than Renzo. He looked very concntrated in his work and had wrinkles in
his forehead from concentration. I wonder how anyone could paint in this
lighting but he really did a great job. While he had painted the
background with somewhat soft contours he used really sharp lines to draw
his brother which gave the painting an almost 3D look. He also gave Renzo
a very authentic smile in the painting even though he was not smiling
while posing.
Over all a fantastic picture and it was finished in 20 Minutes as he
promised. I could not be happier.
'How much is it?' I asked.
'30 soles' Carlos said.
'Wow that's cheap' I said and immediatly regretted it.
'Maybe you want to buy more?' Carlos asked.
I looked around the room at the other pictures. My eyes hovered over the
picture of the male torso for a second.
'You like that one?' Carlos sounded a bit like his brother before.
'Is it you?' I asked
'No' he said 'but I can paint one of me'
'oh ja?'
'what do you want it too look like' Carlos asked me like before.
'Maybe just you painting something?'
I got up from the chair and took out my phone.
'Let me take a picture' I suggested
He nodded and I took a picture of him just standing in front of the easel
holding a brush upwards in one hand and a palette in the other one.
'Maybe don't hold the palette. Put that hand into your jeans pocket'
He did and I took another picture. I thought it looked really good. I
showed it to Carlos.
He nodded 'It's good - So - you want no shirt?'
He didn't wait for my answer and took off his t-shirt.
He looked fantastic. He was slim but had some nicely shaped muscles as
well. His 6 pack lead the way to his lower abdomen into his very low cut
jeans. I was enjoying looking at him so much that I almost forgot to take
the pictures and only realised Carlos was waiting for me to do that when
he nodded to me several times. So I took the picture and showed it to
Carlos
'ok' he simply sad.
Renzo came over and stood on his toes to get a look at the phone? He
smiled and gave a thumps up sign. I gave the phone to Carlos and he put
it on the easel as his reference photo. I sat back down on the sofa chair
and watched Carlos work. He didn't even bother to put his t-shirt back on
but it was also really hot in the small room. Renzo also took off his hat
and his poncho and took off his sneakers and socks. Now he was just
wearing the sweatpants and a lose white t-shirt. He was very skinny. The
t-shirt looked extra small and yet it was hanging as losely on his bones
as on a wire hanger. Renzo just sat down on the floor also watching his
brother work. It didn't look comfortable so I got up and offered him the
sofa chair. He motioned for me to stay put and instead just climbed on
the chair sitting in front of me. To my surprise he pulled on my feet to
pull my crossed legs apart and sat inbetween my legs. Then he moved all
the way back and used me as his cushion. His head came to rest on my
chest and his lower back was pushing against my crotch. Then he grabbed
my wrists and moved my arms around him so my hands came to rest on his
flat belly below his own hands. He was basically making me hug him.
Carlos saw this and said 'He likes to cuddle'
Renzo felt so skinny in my arms. I didn't dare to move so I just said
'ok, i don't mind' and gave his belly a little rub.
Renzo responded to my rub by wiggeling his lower back and thereby rubbing
on my cock through the soft fabric of my jersey shorts. I felt that I was
slowly getting hard and I was worried that Renzo would notice it and
break the hug. But he didn't move. After a few seconds I rubbed his belly
again and again he wiggled his lower back and my fully hard cock was
pressing against it.
We remained in this position until Carlos finished the second painting.
It was really good. He had painted himself in the corner of the room and
included the ceiling light in the picture lighting his face and the front
of his body and he had given his pecs and abs some extra definition.
'Take a look' he said.
I was hesitant to get up because he would definately see my hard cock but
also Renzo didn't move so Carlos picked up the paper and brought it over.
'It's amazing' I said 'I love it'.
Renzo said something to Carlos in Spanish.
'Renzo wants to know if you want to buy a nude painting of him'.
I was shocked.
I felt caught and I was not sure if they were serious or if I was in
trouble.
'I guess' I said.
Carlos nodded to Renzo and he jumped up and off the chair and exposed my
somewhat tented shorts to Carlos.
He looked down at my crotch and gave me a big grin 'He likes to cuddle'.
Renzo was pulling off his t-shirt and pushed down his sweatpants and
stood before us completely naked. He was skinny but he didn't look
starved like expected when I saw how loose the t-shirt hung on him. He
just looked like a very cute naked boy. He did not have much of a muscle
development but because he was so thin he looked somewhat defined
especially his stomach. There was no visible hair on his body. He had no
pubic hair. His dick stood pretty straight out maybe a litte over an
inch. It almost looked like he had an erection but he didn't since his
cockhead was completely covered by his foreskin.
His fragile beauty however did not make my erection go away anytime soon.
'What do you want it to look like' Carlos asked me once again.
I thought about it for a second then I had an idea. I got up and got my
phone from the easel. I scrolled back through my photos to the city scape
watercolor that I had photographed in Lima.
'can you put him in front of this background?'
'ok'
Renzo was taking some poses for Carlos and me to look at. In the end we
thought the best one was him just standing straight with his arms hanging
down and his head looking up. It was somewhat of a desolate look that
would go fantastic with the urban street background.
I liked this idea so much that I asked Carlos to paint it on canvas.
He agreed but told me it will be more expensive but honestly at this
point I did not really care about money.
It took Carlos longer to paint this painting. About 45 minutes. With my
main distraction standing as the model and me kind of focussing on the
work my erection finally subsided and I got to talk to Carlos a little
while he was painting.
They were kicked out by their parents 6 years ago when Carlos was 10 and
Renzo was 5. Their parents were very poor farm hands in a small village
and simply could not afford to support them anymore. The first 2 years
they survived by just begging on the streets of Cusco. Then for a while
they found a place in an orphanage. One of the counsellors there noticed
that Carlos loved to draw and tought him some proper techniques. After
one year however Carlos got into some problems - that he didn't go into
detail about - with the other boys at the orphange and it became too
dangerous to stay there. Since then he had supported them by painting
everyday. At first he painted at night and sold the pictures during the
day but now that Renzo was big enough he was the seller and Carlos
painted during the day. Competition was strong though. Other kids could
be agressive and there was always danger from shop owners or even
policemen. That's why Renzo stayed away from the Plaza de Armas and only
sold in side streets. On good days they made 100 to 150 soles but
sometimes they could not sell anything for days. But they had enough to
get by.
I was kind of shocked by the hardships they had to endure and surprised
by the unphased way Carlos spoke about it. It seemed like they were ok
with their current situation. I asked Carlos why his English was so good
and he said he loves to speak English and even when people were not
buying paintins from him sometimes they hired him as a tourguide and he
tried to speak with as many tourists as possible.
I was impressed. These kids made a life out of nothing while we complain
about the smallest things all the time.
When the painting was done It came out even better than I had expected. I
loved that street scene before without people in it but now with Renzo
standing there it was truely great.
Renzo came around and looked at it. He smiled all over and obviously was
very pleased. Once again he said something to Carlos in Spanish.
I looked at Carlos for the translation.
'He said he wants me to paint a picture of you in front of the same
background'
'Oh' I said
'It's for him so it's free' Carlos added
'Ok, then' I agreed and walked over to the spot where Renzo had posed
before.
'What pose do you want?' I said making some silly poses.
Carlos relayed my question to Renzo and they talked a few sentences in
Spanish again.
'He wants you nude also'
'Oh no' - I was not prepared for that. I think I blushed and didn't know
where to look or what to say.
But Renzo was not going to take a 'No' for an answer. Still naked he
walked over and pulled my shorts down to my knees. Then he looked up to
me and giggled.
'Oh god' I said. He was so cute. So what the heck. 'In for a penny in for
a pound' I thought.
So I took of my baseball cap and my t-shirts and then reluctantly took
off my shorts and underwear standing naked in front of the nude boy and
his shirtless brother. It felt weird and embarrassing. I looked down to
my dick and I think I have rarely seen it that small. I don't have much
foreskin and normally my cockhead is never covered by it but now only the
tip was sticking out and my dick looked skinny and limp.
'Look strong' Carlos said
I tried to stand up straight and flex my muscles a bit.
'Put your hat back on' he said next and I did it
'Good' Carlos confirmed.
'No' Renzo shouted and once again said something in Spanish.
'He wants your cock bigger'
'Me too' I thought and stroked it a bit to get some blood flowing. After
a few strokes it went to the normal flaccid size and I resumed my pose.
Renzo was not happy. He walked over to me and I watched as he grabbed my
balls with one of his small skinny hands and started stroking my cock
slowly with the other one.
On one hand I was a little freaked out and on the other seeing the naked
boys small brown hand stroking my cock certainly had the desired effect
and my cock grew fully erect quite quickly. Renzo still continued until
he had me in a throbbing state. I got the impression this was certainly
not the first time he had handled a grown man's penis. Satisfied with his
work he returned to the sofa chair and nodded to Carlos to continue. It
took Carlos a little more than half an hour to paint the picture. Of
course trying to hold my pose was not that easy and my cock would go soft
again every few minutes. Everytime that happened Renzo jumped up again to
bring it back up to the level he wanted.
When the picture was finally done the three of us admired Carlos work. He
certainly had painted a very favorable version of me. My body did not
look that good in reality and my cock certainly was not as big as it was
depicted here. Renzo seemed really happy with it. He was smiles all over
and I think he complimented his brother in Spanish.
'Now he wants me to do me' Carlos said to me.
'I would buy that' I said.
'Ok, please take a picture' he took of his shoes and jeans. He was not
wearing any underwear so he was fully nude after less then 20 seconds. I
had to laugh at us in my head. Three nude guys and only me wearing a hat.
Carlos certainly did not disappoint. He really looked like an older
version of Renzo. Similar physique but taller and every aspect was more
developed and better proportioned. He had a small patch of black hair
over his cock that seemed semi hard and was about 5 inches long.
'You guys look so similar - you should be in the painting together' I
suggested.
They liked the idea and both posed standing straight up next to each
other. Renzo checked his own cock and then looked at his brothers. He
reached over with one hand and gave Carlos a few strokes to maintain his
semi then a gave his own little cock a few pulls and it almost doubled in
size to about two inches. His cockhead was no longer covered by foreskin
and pointed towards the ceiling.
I took a picture with my phone and they approved.
Carlos went to work and didn't even bother to get dressed. I had gone
back to sit on the chair and watching him paint naked was a very erotic
view. Somewhat absently minded I started to stroke my cock a little
watching Carlos paint.
Renzo who had been standing behind Carlos watching him paint noticed this
and came over to join me on the chair. He grabbed my wrist and stopped me
from stroking removing my hand from my cock. Then he took over by
grabbing my balls like before and slowly stroking my cock again. I didn't
know where to look fist. There was Carlos painting nude and here was
Renzo inspecting my cock as he was stroking it.
Carlos looked over to us and saw what was going on. It distracted him
from painting as he kept looking over and also started jerking his own
cock. His cock grew to a full hardon and I think he was about the same
size as me a little over 6 inches but on his slender body his cock looked
very big.
The tingling sensation in my balls that were still being massaged made me
return my attention to Renzo. Somewhat last minute I tapped quickly on
his shoulder to annouce that I was going to cum. He kept his motion
steady though and gave me a super intense orgasm. I shot my first burst
of cum on my chest and two more on my belly. Renzo intensified his stroke
to milk me completely. He was looking up to me and smiled. He seemed very
happy with the result.
I heard Carlos moan and looked over to him just as he shot a big load of
cum over the easel and even hit the side of the unfinished painting. I
watched him cumming to the end then he produced a paper towel from his
supply desk and cleaned his cock.
Renzo stood up on the chair. His little cock was rock hard and sticking
out and right in my view. He grabbed my wrist again and guided my hand to
his cock. I took it between my thumb, index and middle finger and started
stroking his cock with his foreskin. After a few strokes Renzo got really
wet. Clear fluid was oozing from his cock. My stroking made his foreskin
pick up the liquid and spreading it over my fingers and his cock. I
couldn't resist and licked it of my fingers. It didn't really taste like
anything but still made me horny. I grabbed Renzo's butt with both my
hands and pulled him towards my face. He willlingly stepped forward and I
took his small cock in my mouth until my lips hit his belly. I didn't go
in and out I sort of just left his cock there and swirled my tongue
around it enjoying the wetness. I put my index finger behind his balls
and rubbed his scrotum. It didn't take long and suddenly Renzo held very
still and then suddenly bucked forward and I felt a taste of cum in my
mouth.  As his legs gave in his cock slipped out of my mouth and he
quickly sunk down onto the chair. I grabbed his shoulders to stabilize
him so he would not fall off to the side. He laid on his back panting. He
reached for his cock and squeezed out a few drops of milky white cum that
landed on his belly.
Carlos was still watching us and when he saw Renzo was catching his
breath he threw over a roll of paper towels.
I ripped off three sheets and wiped the cum off of Renzo's belly and
dried him. Then I cleaned my own cock and belly.
Renzo came back up leaning against me and as before putting my arms
around himself only this time we were still naked. Well I was still
wearing the hat.
Nobody said a word and we silently watched Carlos finish the painting.
I only said something once when he was going to paint over his cum stain
on the painting and I told him to leave it there which he did with a
smile.
When the painting was finshed Carlos rolled all the paintings - except
the one of me - into a large piece of paper and folded over the edges so
it became a protective tube.
We got up and got dressed. It was kind of an akward moment because nobody
knew what to say next. So I started.
'How much do I owe you?' I asked pointing at my rolled up paintings.
'Three at 30 and one at 60 - so 150 Soles' he responded. 'But I can give
you a discount because my brother likes you'
Renzo nodded and smiled.
'I can give you a tip because I like both of you' I said and handed him
200 Soles.
'Thank you John' Carlos said obviously happy with the 200.
Renzo once again said something in Spanish.
'He asks If you maybe want to buy more paintings tomorrow.'
I was thinking about that and my face maybe didn't look very
enthusiastic.
'But maybe you already have plans' Carlos added quickly.
'My plan was to explore more of Cusco tomorrow before I go to Machu
Picchu' I responded.
'Of course, you should enjoy your holiday' Carlos said.
I looked over to Renzo and he smiled but looked like he was just trying
to mask his disappointment.
'Maybe if you both have time you can be my guides tomorrow?' I suggested
and Renzo's face lit up. He looked at Carlos.
'I will cover your expenses and for not being able to sell paintings' I
added.
'No' said Carlos 'that is not nessescary - We would love to show you
Cusco tomorrow - for free'
Renzo walked over to his brother and gave him a hug. Carlos returned the
hug and looked up to me and smiled. I walked over and ruffled their hair
both at the same time.
They laughed. We agreed to meet near Plaza de Armas the next morning.
They did not want to meet in the plaza directly but it would save me the
trip up the hill.
Renzo gave me a hug and they both escorted me to the courtyard door
waving goodbye as I started walking downhill.
What an unexpected day.
I crossed Plaza de Armas on my way back to the hotel and was approached
by a twenty something guy carrying a portfolio.
'Señor, please buy my painting'.
I just raised my roll of paper and kept walking.
I smiled.
I was looking forward to tomorrow.