Don't say a single word

Male Nude Paintings

There I was in his house at 4 ringing his bell. Of course I was not hard, Rodney, whenever I saw your brother, not even remembering last night’s blowjob. But how not to get hard when he welcomed me home totally nude? I was getting used to seeing him totally nude in every day’s shows. I saw him naked on the beach, sunbathing or swimming. So I was not gonna object to his being naked at home too, even when I visited him, and remembering he didn’t want me to talk, I said nothing but smiled at him. He smiled back and soon I saw him quite erect. Thus I would see him all day.

He told me first he wanted to have a coffee with me and as he prepared it, I sat at the kitchen table and looked at the painting he had on the wall opposite me. It’s called Under the bridge, a really huge painting with six figures, six beggars having dinner under a bridge, two of them, a woman and a man, a little further from them and closer to one of the walls of that bridge looking at each other, apparently in love, so maybe they’re a couple. And around a bonfire, you could see one more man beggar and three women, all of them heating sausages. They were so perfectly portrayed that you could see hunger in their faces and even cold. But you couldn’t see misery: they seemed happy to be together, happy of the company, happy of life in general despite their poor conditions. Marlon knew it was my favourite painting and told me he would not exhibit or sell that painting for he would give it to me to be nailed in the walls of my house.

Surrounding that painting, I saw many others: a lot of still life and female nude. Your brother’s really talented as you know, Rodney.

Well, finally coffee was made and he sat next to me with an increasing erection and started talking to me.

-Later, I’ll take you to my bedroom so you can see my new paintings. Now I’m reharsing male nude paintings and almost everything is painted. I just had to memorize your body and you’ll see I haven’t needed any models. But I still have to paint their dicks. I almost know yours by heart, but even so, I’ll need to be looking at one to paint them accurately. Would you pose for me later, dad?

-I’ll gladly do it, Marlon.

And after finishing our coffees, he took me to his bedroom. Once we were in, he told me.

-You’ll be more comfortable with nothing on and remember I want you to pose for me now.

Of course I stripped then. When he saw me with nothing on, he went even harder and told me.

-A pity that if you paint boners, it is considered pornography. So I cannot paint one, but nothing can be more natural than a boner. Look at my paintings first.

I saw then three different paintings of male nudes. In one picture you could see a naked man in profile so something of his ass was also visible. He was carrying a bucket of water somewhere. Then I saw a naked man squatting in order to light the chimney. His crack was visible but it was not his best painting. Then he’d also painted a naked man looking at the horizon through the window, also naked, so one more ass. All three men were very similar to me and the one with the bucket had a visible dick more or less like mine as if he had memorized my dick this morning in order to paint it. But they didn’t have my face.

-What do you think of them, dad?

-They’re wonderful, except… well, the man squatting does not have a very well painted ass. I’ll first pose for you as this man, so you can paint a crack properly.

And just then I assumed the same position as that man who was lighting the chimney. Marlon was totally hard as he painted my ass and sincerely, Rodney, if your brother had wanted to fuck me in that very moment, I would have allowed him. He was a very good while painting my crack and I was very close to him. When he told me he’d finished, I didn’t stand up but in the position I was, I simply turned and being Marlon’s dick level with my mouth, I just pushed it in and started my so desired first blowjob to that sexy boy, the way he wanted, not saying a single word

As naturally as he did everything, he did not object and simply allowed now his father to suck his cock. He’d done it to me previously and this was simply some funny sexual games that we could play with each other. He simply said.

-I’ll seize this time to paint the dick of this man with the bucket.

In fact all the time I was giving him my first blowjob, he had the brush in his hands and was painting. Surely painting a dick could be easier if your own dick is being worked.

And as for me, what can I say? That hot boy deserved it, and I’d been for hours desiring to do it. I know you might feel totally uncomfortable, Rodney, hearing your father tell you how he enjoyed your brother’s dick. I would never have chosen to suck a cock if it weren’t because that sweet boy had done it to me and I wanted to be fair but as I did, I only regretted not having given a blowjob before. Such a hot taste! Much better knowing it’s your own son’s dick that you’re sucking, something a father should never do, but why not? It was simply a way to give happiness to one you love so much, because Marlon Culver’s my own flesh and blood and he did it to me too so this was just something funny, a way to get our rocks off and behaving tenderly with each other, that simple.

Since I’d never done it, I was rehearsing how to move my tongue. Of course Marlon didn’t say a single word; it’s better like this for words are not necessary. But he moaned out loud and I loved hearing his moans, so I also started to lick his scrumptious balls.

-This man’s dick is finished –he told me as he was filling my mouth for the first time of savoury semen. I couldn’t withdraw my mouth then. The taste was so good that I also came. I felt proud of also having made that wonderful boy I have for a son cum.

-Now dad, if you go on naked, I can try and improve some of my male paintings looking at your body. Maybe you would even like to stay here and have dinner with me or even sleep in my bed tonight.

I nodded and he first spent two more hours painting the men in their pictures with my body. If he had wanted to paint them with boners, he would have had a perfect model for I was all that afternoon hard. And he was hard too.

Now we went to dinner and both of us thought it would be absurd to have any clothes on. I didn`t have a shower in his house for I’d had one previously in my house. But at dinner I wanted some more fun for his dick and started wanking him and with no more words he instantly started to masturbate me too so it was our first mutual masturbation. We shot our loads and as he did now the washing up, not saying a single word either, I went straight to his bed and decided to wait fo him in there.

When he came at last, gloriously high, he simply jumped in and came straight to my lips in order to kiss me again. Then he asked me.

-What’s your favourite number from one to a hundred, dad?

-62. I don’t know why that number has always been my favourite. And yours?

-69, dad.

I hadn’t known why he’d asked me that question before, but now I understood, of course, so 69 we would now.

Wonderful! Now I’d spend my whole life with Marlon’s dick in my mouth and this would be my second blowjob today and at the same time the second blowjob I would get from him today. Now the taste was even better, when the pores of your own dick are being licked. A very short blowjob and later a good father and son kiss before cuddling to sleep.

With constant shows every day, seeing him naked on the beach every day, with at least a blowjob each a day never saying anything and starting the habit of always sleeping together in either of our houses, we continued till August finished and also our holidays.

Freedom can move your life and it can be seen even in the hardest conditions, together with love and friendship, happiness and beauty. Have a look at the life of eight beggars who live together at: https://luces-delatierra.blogspot.com/ or in English at: https://lightsoftheearth.blogspot.com/