Date: Sun, 31 Oct 2021 10:49:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: Painting with Paul in Chicago

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Another day, another canvas. I was so glad my mother and sister years
ago, had convinced me to go to art school. Learning from great teachers
enhanced my abilities and creativity, which allowed my passion to be my
profession too. I was living a sweet dream, despite the Chicago winters,
making the picturesque Lake Michigan even colder. Yet now in my early
30's, my artwork was featured in offices, sold at auctions, and most
thrilling raised money for conservation causes. To think that my canvases
had been sold across the US and globe, sometimes it did make my head
rather big. Yet a trip down memory lane, which wasn't always pleasant,
was a stern reminder to just paddle in this direction humbly.

Dad was abusive to us all. While I was saddened that the booze and drugs,
caused him to die young in his 40's, our entire family suffered from his
unpredictable violence in Baltimore. My mother, sister, and I were beaten
relentlessly by this supposed "family man, and pillar of the community."
To his credit he had helped lower income families with his business
connections, we all felt deep down this was how he "manipulated" who he
was. A monster with a kind smiling face, that could do no wrong. He was
seen giving homeless people food and jackets, but bashing my moms
television with a baseball bat, before choking her out. Kids loved to say
hi to him, even though he slapped my sister and I around.

Mom had since remarried to an extremely gracious man. My sister and I
fully approved of him, and although we were older now, we could always
call Charlie for advice. He really helped my sister believe in herself,
and now she was one of Baltimore`s best attorneys. Also he never made
fun of me being gay, any of my lovers, or my dream that became true in
art. He actually helped in my career trajectory, and his already grown
daughter was my best friend. Cindy would be visiting next week, so I paid
a custodial company to help me clean up my three bedroom loft. It
overlooked the lake, which was in a trendy atmosphere, and which also
allowed my creativity to flourish when out of ideas. All artists have off
days, whether it's a concept, or the execution of a painting thought
over for hours.

My latest series was on endangered birds, and I had made a business
agreement with the Audubon Society. My point of contact, Manager of
Operations Paul had been wonderful since day one of our partnership. What
started out as a business deal, had led to us dating each other. He was
going to attend a movie with me later, and we had a really good
connection. Similarly he had grown up with an abusive father, and while,
yes, he suffered, it made him decide to also take another path in life.
His was still alive, although he was in a 8 by 10 cell for attempted
murder. They had no contact, and I always hugged Paul when he was upset
by this.

While it wasn't a family member, Paul was in his late 20's, which most
of us know is a transitionary part of life. I didn't probe, but his dad
shot a man, who he thought was stealing from him. It was the other guy.
While the man lived, he had scars from the .45 caliber bullet, and used a
cane to get around. From what I learned his dad would probably die in
jail, and according to him, that was "fine." Yet his voice cracked
betraying his facial expression emotion. I remember holding his hands,
and reminding him "I'm here for you always." It was nice to be hugged
by Paul, and I meant exactly what I said. Both of us had discussed around
the house, in town, or in bed after passionate love making what had
shaped us. Our honesty and shared pains, made our bonds that much
stronger.

As I finished another painting for a local law firm, I took a break to
give it another look. Being a perfectionist was a difficult thing to live
with. Yet perhaps it made me better. Making a cup of tea, I looked at the
canvas. It was what they wanted, which was an outdoor scene in the fall,
with foliage changing and a lake in the background. Ten hours in just a
few minor touch ups were needed, and I'd have $5,000 in my savings
account. My hope was this firm would also go with an idea I proposed to
them, of Chicago night life with a series of scenes put in. The lead
partner Bill Jameson was in favor of this, but his underlings were
reticent. Attorneys made a lot of money, often were power brokers, but
they were really out there on matters that would seem mundane.

For now this would take a break, as I put my supplies away, and wrote the
relevant notes. Hopping in the shower, I made sure to shampoo my blonde
hair well, and soap myself up with the moisturizing soap. Painting is
more intensive work than most think. No it's not playing for the Bulls
up and down the court, but you don't see a lot of fat artists. According
to my scale I was still 6'3 and 190 pounds, and my pant size was a nice
34x32. Looking in the full mirror, I looked sharp from head to toe. I saw
a nude male and shaved off the scruff from my beard, and manscaped my
pubes to be more short per my lovers desire. He wanted me to go smooth
like he did, but I did that once as a teenager, and found it
uncomfortable and itchy.

Putting on my curve cologne, I added a casual dress suit on top of my
white Fruit of the Loom underwear. My casual Clark's shoes were
comfortable, and I made more tea, along with coffee for Paul who lived on
it. He did work often 12 to 16 hours a day downtown, and was responsible
for a lot of Audubon Society fundraising and marketing. Some of his
duties included corporate reach out and member retention. Definitely a
lot of hats, but at 27 years old, he was able to juggle these duties
well. Standing in at 5'7 and 145 pounds or so, with a boyish face and
grin, his brown hair and blue eyes always caught my attention. The first
time I met him there was some sort of allure, that I couldn't label or
identify as such. Even now six months later, we had amazing chemistry and
understanding for each other.

The doorbell rang and Max my dimwit Rottweiler barked. He was all bark
and no bite despite being 110 pounds. Paul used to be terrified of him,
but they had since become buds, even cuddling up while watching a movie.
They were really cute. Mark and I greeted each other with a kiss. It was
so good to spend time with him, as the last week had been busy. He was
always so considerate, and asked me if he could see my new painting. He
and Max walked over to it. He was really quiet. "Is it that bad?" He
was still silent. No reaction. "It's your best yet, Terry. This is
incredible!" I hugged him, and he showed me why he thought this, and
also how I had blended the colors gave this more of a realistic look to
it but still was mysterious." I laughed. "Are you saying I'm becoming
more sophisticated?" "Definitely love." We kissed and held hands. Soon
I had his strong coffee with milk and sugar to him, as I drank more green
tea. He was wearing the pink shirt I had first, had a romantic call with.

That was a great night, as we had been dating for several weeks. We had
spent time at the Audubon Society, museums, restaurants. Even our walks
in downtown, or relaxing by Lake Michigan we're transcendent type of
moments. We fit like a glove. The ying and yang might be cliche, but he
brought warmth and silliness that had long disappeared. Yet he had relit
that lantern, and the pink shirt came off with his underwear, as he gave
me a blowjob of the most toe curling I had ever experienced. We made love
like wild and rabid hyenas, as I spent the night at his place. Being
awoken to coffee and breakfast, it was a special time.

This memory admittedly made me hard, but I maintained my composure as we
went to the movies. I had printed them out in advance, and here in this
part of town, we could comfortably hold hands, kiss, and hug. Sadly on
the other side of Chicago was the opposite, with economic woes and daily
shootings. Paul and I talked about this a lot, and every time we
brainstormed a solution, there were still more problems opened. A lot of
people unfairly criticized our city for political reasons, and we didn't
like it, although true there were "two windy city's." Our walk wasn't
too long, and we arrived at the mall. I made sure Paul got soda too, and
we agreed to share a popcorn bucket together. He made me laugh with the
"hole at the bottom" joke. I smiled at him playfully, and said "I'd
like that."

We found our seats, and held hands, as we watched the never ending
previews. There weren't many people watching the romantic comedy we
were. Yet once it came on, Paul and I loved the story and funny lines. It
was a perfect combination of a plot that led to occasional strong laughs,
but not so many on either extreme that messed up the film. I saw why it
had gotten such high reviews from internet columnist Mark Lavinchi. He
was always my "go to person" for movies, and again he didn't
disappoint. Paul and I had a wonderful two hour diversion from reality.
As the lights came on, Paul and I held our hands again, and decided we
would do dinner.

Luxby's was a family diner, that Paul and I both liked a lot. It wasn't
anything fancy. Instead it was honest, and our usual server Jenny waited
on our table. Blonde and going to Northwestern, she was vibrant, smart,
and we enjoyed our lunch and dinners with her. We shared a lot together
in our times together. She was happy to have friendly gay guys who
wouldn't hit on her, and she also told us about her boyfriend and class
challenges. We were trying to show her some good ideas, and she enjoyed
our advice. As usual I got a burger and fries, and Paul got a Caesar
salad with soup.

The seats were well used, but ultimately comfortable. We always laughed
about the hokey license plates, that covered practically the entire front
interior. Yes it was cheesy, but John the owner had been all over the US.
To his credit he had some rare issued ones, and was a kind older man, who
was a fixture of this neighborhood. He had always had a policy of giving
unused food to homeless people, which we always thought was very
compassionate. John was religious, and preached love of the impoverished.
"The meek shall inherit the earth" was his favorite religious quote
from the Bible. Yes he always carried one, but he was respectful to
people of all faiths. He cared for us despite "homosexuality being a
sin." Paul and I always smiled, when he said "there are far worst
sins."

The crusty guy was probably right. Jenny laughed when we told her of
that. Her response was a smile, shrug "that's John." We didn't know
this until now, but he had really been supportive of our young friend. He
had even bought her college books, which were higher than what she had in
her bank account. As Jenny traveled to our other tables, Paul and I
clenched our hands. We both agreed that John was a wonderful man.
Sometimes in this world you hear and see the worst, as that tends to be
the loudest. Yet whether kind acts of faith, or gentle things, they'd be
less noisy. It seemed like the news channels, local or the corporate
leviathans, only heard the loud unfortunately.

As we finished dinner, I paid the check, with the usual 50% gratuity for
our beloved young lady. Paul wanted some ice cream, so we went to Ben and
Jerry's. I had the strawberry toffee, he had the German chocolate cake.
Sitting at the table, the 1980's Aerosmith playing or maybe it was the
90's, Paul gave me a mischievous grin with his lips wrapped around the
spoon. I finally said "what is it?" "I got some edible paints for us,
in a bag at your house. It's time I joined you in for some art." Oh
wow. My eight inches immediately became activated, like a radar station
just sent the mission the launch command. I was more than intrigued, and
now thought of my lover with my penis in him and us kissing with a
maximum level of passion and desire. It took all of my willpower, in a
public place but looking into his blue eyes, the tension between us was
thick. Not only did we need to get back to my house, it was time for this
art work to commence.

The balmy air felt good, as did Paul's ass when I grabbed those tight
fitting blue jeans. He had the best looking rear end in Levi's. Our
favorite joke was him as a Levi model, but quite often I'd admire how
they seemed to fit his nice 32" waist. Thin and athletic too, there was
no large gap, so he was obviously tight. It felt so amazing when other
guys or women checked his backside out. Then again he was so cute, as
that blonde hair lit up under the sun. How did I land such a sexy guy?
His Ocean Pacific Juice cologne made me hot, as it's fitness infused
citrus drove me mad.

As we arrived at the condo, I knew that I'd have to take Max out. Paul
told me to, "enjoy your walk, and I'll have a surprise for you." We
kissed with vigor, and his fingers doing figure 8's on the back of my
neck, meant I was going to be really enjoying our sexually charged
environment. Kissing he ducked my fingers too, and somehow stumbling with
a gigantic hard on, I was able to get Max around the block. At 9 he was
slowing down, so it took considerable time. Plus he went right to his
cage, and laid down on his plush dog bed. Within a minute he was fast
asleep, and then I saw him.

Completely naked, his hands on the wall. I so wanted to penetrate him.
Yet next to Paul and that bubbly smooth ass, was a paint brush with
multiple colors of "edible paint." "Use your brush on me baby, paint
me as you see fit." I took my clothes off too, with only my boner
extended tighty whities on, and felt that ass up. As warm and smooth as
ever, Paul looked so hot. Kissing I painted his butt cheeks orange, and
then went around his waist with blue and a mixture of rainbow colors.
This combination of his nude body and painting brought out something new
in me. The paint dried really fast, and I told him to "turn around."

Oh what a beautiful canvas. His smooth but well defined chest, and shaved
cock and balls looked so good. I obviously had sucked him off before, and
couldn't wait to, but I first painted his penis glow in the dark yellow.
His testicles were now neon green, and as I turned off the lights, it was
a eureka moment of sexuality that I never dreamed possible. Sure I found
it sensual to paint his genitals, nipples, and peach like ass, but the
lights off showed me a new view of my lovers anatomy. Obviously I liked
what I saw, as the aroma of paint, his musky masculinity, and his cologne
brought me out of my shell and into full awareness.

Kissing in the dark, I felt him touch my chest and move his warm hands
into my underwear. Sliding them off, our tongues danced more, and the
heat of mercury in our thermometer had busted loose. As Paul stroked my
hard penis delicately, and oh how he just new where my balls were
sensitive. Aching and sore the sperm pressure was real, and he had me lit
up with a fury that was soon to be unleashed. I was in another dimension
as looking at his glowing penis, I just new art time was over for now.
Rembrandt would understand, as it was as if I was a boy again, looking at
the statues of nude men in the art gallery. Paul heard me growling
primally and knew full well.

I licked his rear end and cheeks. The paint didn't have much of a taste,
but I felt it with my taste buds. His ass sweat and asshole were all I
paid attention to, as my tongue and fingers made him whimper. This was
just the beginning, as I threw him on the couch, and sucked the glow in
the dark paint from his groin. His musky taste and balls were slurped
with authority, as I showed him the man he knew and so desired to make
love to him. I knew he was ready, but sucked his cute cock all the way
in, and kept fingering him until he was completely in my possession. Oh
yes I was in his mind, heart, and penis. I had him in control, and I was
going to make him feel the drive he sprang on me.

I picked him up and took him to the bed. Both buck naked, I got on top of
him so he could feel my strength and weight. Kissing him vivaciously and
with purpose, our penises rubbed together. Our hearts beat as one. We
were in unison on a mission of vigor and love. Holding hands I moved down
on his beautiful penis again. In my mouth I went down on him all the way,
as I wanted him to know I got him more than wrapped around my fingers.
Licking and slurping his balls, up and down his crack my tongue and
fingers explored. He was in pure bliss. Soon he turned the tables though
as Paul, grabbed me and jumped on my extended fully eight inches of my
manhood in his wet hot burning hot oven of a mouth. His lips enveloped my
groin, and my eyes rolled involuntarily from sensory overload.

A lot of men had given me blowjobs, but Paul sucked my soul out. It was
another dimension of unexplainable passion. My fingers grabbed the
sheets. Toes were curled with an arched back. Every nerve ending. He had
my balls one by one in too, and really throated me so hard I could smell
the testosterone and hear the clicking. Looking at him for a second, he
smiled at me. My precum on his lips hanging, oh yes his teeth even had my
dna on them as he was doing everything to make me twist and turn. He kept
polishing my knob with purpose, and finally just cooed quietly "make
love to me sexy man."

I bent him over. His ass up in the air so beautiful. It was a sight that
affected me completely, and as I lubed myself up and him too, it was the
itch that had to be scratched. My cock head breached him slowly. Could
feel that popping. Oh yes I was in and greeted to a moan, and Paul turned
around and looked at me. "Oh you're bigger than ever, please be easy on
me." That was in the cards and not, as I pushed in to remind Paul who
the man was in our dynamic relationship. Oh yes I was inserting further,
and starting to slide and stretch his hole with every inch of length and
girth that my penis had. Usually good sex started off in that area, but I
was warm all over as my penetrating had gone all over me with such a
rush.

His gasps of glory let me know, and I felt the surge of warmth and
excitement all over me. Soon he was riding me. I felt his balls in my
palms, and we kissed. He felt mine up as well, and the feeling of being
complete was in the air. Our heavy breathing and heart rates, two in a
unison of unspeakable pleasure. Making love as two who care for each
other can, he was so good to be with as it was a erotic and loving
experience. Our kisses and touching each other, our hands together as we
motioned as one was the most ecstasy one could ever go through.

Soon we were going at it from the side. I was all the way in him. Paul's
deep ocean blue eyes said what he couldn't. Words that were
indecipherable came out, as I kept pushing myself in him further and with
a fury to boot. Kissing we felt phenomenal, and I felt him tense up and
his hard cock, exploded all over the place. His orgasm was intense and
turned me on to a unexpected plane. Oh yes as my groin started to sing,
my inner working factory churned, I came inside him so forcefully and
with such an awe inspiring sensation. It just kept flying out of me,
filling up my lover with all of my juices.

We held each other. Kissing and naked, our hands and feet touching. To
know that we both climaxed together, what better loving experience could
be achieved? Our comfort and trust level was so high. I stroked his hair,
and whispered sweet nothings into his ears. Our sweaty yet connected
bodies together, the warmth of which could light the fireplace as the
weather turned as it always did. I had the man I loved, and tomorrow when
he was at work, I would make sure he got flowers and chocolate from me.
He was all I could dream of, and as we slept together, the best zenful
feeling of all had been achieved.