Date: Tue, 5 Dec 2017 16:21:40 +0000 From: Daniel Berasaluce Frías Subject: Showing off to the painter - chapter 1 - AN UNEXPECTED MODEL. SHOWING OFF TO THE PAINTER -- CHAPTER 1 -- AN UNEXPECTED MODEL. You've come to the internet looking for erotic dreams and you have found this website. Places like nifty are necessary to you to live all kind of sexual fantasies. If you can, make nifty survive and help it with some donations. Read a story of beggars which, for a change, is not a tragedy. It is love, friendship, beauty, liberty and happiness the faces of life which are shown here. You can read my trilogy either in Spanish, Luces de la Tierra, in www.luces-delatierra.blogspot.com.es or in English, Lights of the Earth in www.lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com.es -Oh shit --I suddenly said out loud, hanging up the phone, before my son-, one more boy who has found an excuse not to come today. -What happens, dad? -His name was also Connor, Connor Peters, he said. But of course he has also found an excuse not to come and not to have to pose naked, as I expected. -Are you gonna paint now a male nude, dad? I had worked as a postman for some years. But after I was widowed, when Connor was only 16, I had tackled at last my greatest hobby and I spent hours painting. First I started painting still life, then I started with landscapes and female portraits and soon I also dared paint female nudes. I have painted a lot of them and Connor, my son, living with me still at his 24, had seen them all and praised them. He is studying to become a sport instructor one day and his dream is to teach gymnastics, so he has a well-shaped body. I was soon a renowned painter and made some exhibitions in which I made enough sales to earn a living. Victor Satterhwaite's paintings were very well valued now. Becoming a widower I also experienced some other things. I had always suspected I liked boys too and started having sex with them and one day I told Connor that I was bisexual. He was open-minded enough to embrace me fondly and I never hid anything to him and he often told me about his girlfriend Jill, with whom he was so happy. -I will try now to paint a male nude. In fact I have already started the painting. Come with me. The house was full with paintings and canvas and I led him to my bedroom, to an angle where there was an unfinished painting facing the wall. I had to turn it and I showed him. I had already painted a bull running away among some holm oaks. -I have wanted to name it Orion the hunter. You see, there is a constellation called Orion, but here I want to paint the mythological Orion, an ancient Greek hunter. He will be seen with a bow chasing this bull which he will eventually kill. -Congratulations about the bull, dad. It is magnificently painted and you can perceive in its snout the fear it is feeling. Tell me more. -The idea is to paint in profile a naked Orion hunting the bull. His frontal nudity will be seen. His cock must be seen, do you understand? But it seems impossible I can find a male model willing to be painted nude. -What age do you want your Orion to be? -I imagine him in his twenties. -And he has to be attractive, doesn't he? -It would be my desire, yes. -Dad, tell me the truth, for you like boys too. Do you think I am attractive? At that point and starting to imagine what he was gonna tell me, I felt fire rising up my dick but I told him the truth. -You are really attractive and not only because you are my son, but let us say that you are objectively attractive. You are cute and have a body that won't quit. And then he said it. -Dad, I can be your model. You are a very talented painter and you should have a male model. If you don't get shocked for seeing your son totally nude, I can pose for you. I wasn't expecting it and unexpectedly I creamed my pants, imagining that hot boy, Connor Satterthwaite, posing naked for me, picturing what his body would look like. Unfortunately he had seen me. I burst out crying then. -Oh, Connor, forgive me. It is wrong, I know, but I couldn't help it. Just imagining you naked has made me bust a load. You will never forgive me. He came to me and sweetly hugged me. -Dad, years ago I know you like boys, and it is only natural what has just happened to you. I don't give a shit about it, dad. I like you a lot and always will. -But can't you see what might happen if you pose naked? -Dad, you can wank over me, if that's what you want. Why not? What is it wrong? Believe I don't care and I don't want to see you crying again. So I am resolute: I will pose for you. When shall we start? -Connor, first I really appreciate the fact that you seem to have no shock when your father has cum because of you. It is true that unconsciously I have always imagined Orion just your age, blonde as you are, with a body just like yours. But I don't need you to take off your clothes. I could start giving Orion your face and sooner or later I can find a male model for the body. -Then paint my face now, dad. I know what a talented artist you are and I would love to see your Orion with my face. And tomorrow when I return from my classes you needn't find another model, dad. I will pose for you. And believe me: I wouldn't care to see your boner then. I would like to see even my cock immortalized --he smiled at me. -At least your face. That's all I can promise to you now. Ok, if you want I can paint you now. Hope you can show a courageous face of a hardened hunter. Connor was good at adjusting to his new role at once and his cute face soon assumed the expression of a fierce hunter and his eyes showed his determination to hunt that damn beast from hell. I was about to cream my pants again and my erection was obvious in the twenty minutes it took me to paint his beautiful face. How sexy he was: every feature from his face aroused me now. At last I told him I had finished and called him to approach the painting and see it. His eyes were moist when he saw himself reflected in the mythological hunter. -I knew you were good, dad. But this painting surpasses everything I've seen from you so far. Thanks, you great painter. I really need to be immortalized now even if that means showing off to the painter tomorrow. -Let's have some dinner now, Connor. And we ate all the time with my own reproaches for what had happened today and asked him please to let me find another model. -Far from getting shocked, dad, it really arouses me to feel my father lusting for me now. Maybe it is you who have to forgive me. I think I might have an exhibitionist in me but I would really like to see my whole naked body painted for posterity. There will be nothing wrong, dad. It can be funny for both. But I hoped that tomorrow he would change his mind. I was nervous all day because now I knew I really lusted for Connor. I knew myself very well and knew that I would never do anything that made him feel uncomfortable, but I could spend every day now with obvious boners if ever I saw his nudity, even being hard with his clothes on. But after he came, we had lunch and he told me again I didn't have to find another model. He would pose for me. And he added: dad, maybe you cannot help being hard with me now and I won't be able to prevent having an exhibitionist streak after now. So we can do something, dad. I suggest that when I finally take everything off, you can whip your cock out and comfortably wank looking at my body, till you shoot your load. After cumming you will feel calm enough to start painting me. And really dad, as I am sure now that I am a bit exhibitionist, I will wank too. I will have another boner and I think you don't want to paint an erection to your Orion. This way both of us will have some fun and some gain. Come on, dad. I know what a beautiful personality you have and it will never be besmirched by your new sexual desire. You will never rape me, I'm sure about that, so what we're gonna do is only an unexpected and tender fun for both. I must go to the toilet to piss. I was awaiting him for ten minutes, nervous as I had never been before and still with some expectations that he would abandon his idea to pose naked for me. But after ten minutes I heard the bathroom door open and I had one of the greatest shocks of my life then, for Connor had returned buck naked! -You have an obvious boner, Connor --I told him. -Dad, I really want you to paint me. But first I must convince you that there's nothing wrong in this. You lust for me and I have become an unexpected exhibitionist. Do you think this is wrong, dad? --he said as he turned, letting me enjoy the vision of that perfect ass he had. -I must also paint that ass. Orion will be painted in profile but you can have a position in which that ass of yours can at least be glimpsed. But oh, Connor, do you really think that wanking over you now is correct? I'm terrorized that by doing this I could lose you. -Dad, I also need this now. I won't tell Jill. She must know nothing. But now I really need to see a boy wanking over me. Come on, dad, whip your cock out and when you start to wank, I will do the same. Blushing I did take it out at last, hard as a rock, and asked him if he was uncomfortable seeing my dick. When he answered he was not and urged me to masturbate, I started to pump my cock. Never had I been hornier in my past sexual life and more when I could see he was doing the same. So there we were both masturbating together, me watching him, him with the real need to show off to his father now. I had just given him a new drug he would need hereinafter. I perceived it clearly when he told me. -Tell me what you are feeling dad. I need to hear you. -In all my sexual life, Connor, I have never met any dude as hot as you. Now I am starting to notice every feature in that cute face you have. Your ears are perfect, and your beautiful brown eyes looking at your father's masturbation with lust. Such a perfect nose and those lips you have. Of course I would like to kiss a guy one day with that perfect mouth. Hope you never repent from hearing what your father is telling you. It was a surprise what he did next, but he came to me and sat on the couch beside me, and never stopping his sexy hard cock, he approached my lips and tenderly kissed me. -This is my blessing so you always know everything's perfect as it is. You can go on, dad, what do you think of my body? He stood up then and I devoted the next minutes to praising every single part in his perfect body, from his chest to his beautiful feet. I did not know how to praise his masculinity, that hot cock he had that would make old men weep. I finally asked him to turn; I wanted to wank a bit over the vision of those perfect twin globes he had. -Would you like to fuck one day an ass like mine? -Of course, but never ask me to do that. I will never do such thing to you. I have enough with imagining. I can see now that seeing me jacking off over you is a necessity for you and I will go on. I can fulfill those expectations you have now of showing off to your father, but I will not ruin your sexual life. You are heterosexual and have a perfect sexual life with Jill. I don't think I am cheating her for this. But I need to cum, Connor, can I? -Whenever you want, dad. I will cum after you cum. And with his permission I shot a big load before him. I was embarrassed now but he came after me and oh, what a beautiful show to see my son cumming. -Thank you, dad. Now you can start to paint me. But believe me; we can have many sessions, take your time. Everything we've done today will be repeated. -Okay, Connor. But I intended to paint today your upper body only. In fact you had no need to take everything off today. -Now neither of us has a boner and we are both calm now. Paint my upper body, dad. In accurate strokes I started painting his neck and shoulders. It took me almost an hour to paint his chest, cause I was always aroused at the vision of his nipples. He was obviously experiencing a new boner and so was I, to tell the truth. I had pushed my cock back in my pants but he suggested. -What about a new masturbation, dad? We had to interrupt the painting to jack off again. The day I would paint his cock, I did not want him hard and maybe that day we would need more masturbation. But we were again for five minutes having fun with our dicks and shot another load. I was getting used and it was obvious he liked the situation. At last I resumed painting him and it took me half an hour to paint his ripped arms, his abs and the juncture of his waist with his genitalia. I told him that was all for that day and he could get dressed now, but he told me he would continue nude the rest of that day. -Is this really pleasant for you, Connor? -It is so pleasant that after now I want to be often naked and I want to see you often jacking off with no inhibitions looking at me and praising my body. Oh, dad, forgive me. I have unexpectedly become a real show-off. Apart from having sex with my girlfriend I will always need to see my father horny at me now. Do you care, dad? -As far as we are always good friends and you never repent, I can fulfill that need you suddenly have to show off to me. Your body's perfect and now I will need to wank over you every day --I told him as I started a new masturbation as we were eating, which only took me four minutes to cum now. The next day I told him I wanted to paint today his legs and feet and I would leave his cock, balls and some of his ass for tomorrow. He took everything off now with no hesitation and obviously enjoying his new exhibitionist self. We didn't stop the painting now to masturbate and drawing his legs, knees, calves and feet took me such a short time that I told him we could even have some time today for something more. -I have bought a bow, Connor, and I would like to paint it today too. Hold it in your arms and show the expression of a hunter ready to shoot an arrow. I gave him the bow I had just bought and the fierce face he was showing aroused me one more time, so much so that I had a new idea for tonight's dinner if he wanted to eat again without his clothes. Once the bow and the arrow that would kill the bull were also painted, we ended for today and of course he told me he would continue naked. -The picture you're drawing is perfect so far, dad. I really need to see my most intimate parts immortalized. Let's have dinner now. As he had come to the kitchen totally nude, no sooner we had started dinner; I grasped his sexy cock, still hard of course, and started to masturbate him. -Can I, Connor? I will stop if you ask me to. -You can go on, dad. But I must give you something in return. I'd like you to strip too, dad. -Is it that you also want to see your father naked? -It is, dad. -Oh, Connor. I would be shattered if I were ruining your sexual life. -My sexual life will improve. Come on, dad please. Take everything off too. So I stopped jacking him off for a moment and stripped before Connor, who was jacking off seeing for the first time his father's nudity. My face was red but he calmed me down saying once and again I had a hot body too. Finally I sat down and resumed masturbating him. But he surprised me touching me in such an erotic way that I knew I would cum soon if he didn't stop. I told him he had no need, but he continued touching me and unexpectedly grasped my dick and started to masturbate me too, saying he could never have thought that he could like that but he was enjoying and he had to give me something in return for so much pleasure I was allowing him. But the mutual masturbation still had to be better when unexpectedly he kissed me with the passion of a lover, saying he would do that every day. He added he knew very well he was not gay, but really enjoyed giving me a little fun and that after today, he and I could be naked whenever we wanted, we would kiss, touch each other and jack off. I couldn't hold it any longer and had to shoot a big load then. I continued jacking him off for three more minutes till finally shouting "thank you, dad" he also shot a big load onto the floor. That was all for that day. I awaited the next day, a really cold day in October, to finally paint his cock, balls and arse. And the hour came when he finally stripped again and suggested we could have a new masturbation first so both our dicks could be calm and I would not paint my Orion with a boner. Seeing him so hard today, I had a sudden idea and asked him. -Oh, Connor. I do not know whether you would consider this question correct in a father asking his new exhibitionist son. But would you allow me to suck your cock?