New Canada-Russia Relation

by Paul François

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Every year, in a small Russian town near St. Petersburg, the patrons of the arts organize a competition for visual artists. In 2019, it was decided that young artists would be invited to draw a man’s body inspired by a short story written by a 59-year old international guest writer. He was from Canada, his name was Paul François, and his chosen story had a direct homoerotic tone.

At first, this decision of the patrons to invite a gay writer caused a scandal because, in Russia, homosexuality is seen as a disease by the majority of citizens. Some would even go as far as ubijstva chesti or honor killing in order to prevent the family’s honor from the shame a gay son would bring. But this writer was a foreigner and had a visa, so the competition went ahead as planned.

A handsome young male artist was the first one to register for the competition. His name was Stanislav, he had a cute round face and sweet red lips. His mother had encouraged him to draw since he was six years old. The art teacher in high school knew that Stas had a promising talent which just needed to be nurtured. This male teacher also knew that Stas was “different”, more sensitive than most guys. He supported him by kind words, by a tap on the shoulder (even though he would have preferred to tap Stanislav’ firm round butt).

The international writer arrived a week before the competition and met the registered young artists to elaborate on the characters portrayed in the selected short story. In the course of the discussion, Stanislav had suddenly an original idea which he kept to himself, promising to raise it in private with the author. Paul François and Stanislav met for coffee.

- Thank you for accepting to coach me, Mr. François.
- Call me Paul, we have a lot in common, I think…
- I was wondering if I could draw a portrait of the author instead of a picture of the main character in the short story.
- Well, that is a very original idea, my handsome young man! Would you want me to pose and where could we do that?
- I draw at home, in my room, I see no other place. Does that bother you, Paul
- Absolutely not, we can start now if you want.

Stanislav had chores to do for his mother, but jumped on the occasion, knowing that his Mom would understand. The author and the young artist took place in Stanislav’ small bedroom, behind closed doors. Both were trembling with excitement. Paul had been through a similar experience in his own country, and knew the best approach to make his student feel more comfortable.

- One works best when one feels natural.
- What do you mean, Paul?
- Our body is naturally naked, we are not born with clothing on.
- Are you suggesting that we remove our clothes for this portrait session?
- That would be natural, not to say inspiring, don’t you think so, my handsome Stanislav…?
- I agree, my dear Paul. You can call me Stas from now on.

Once naked, the author and the artist both felt energized and drawn towards each other. Paul held Stas’ face in his warm hands, blew a kiss on it and triggered a passionate embrace. Stas’ hands were still trembling - it was his first time with a man or woman -, so he held on tightly to Paul who did not hesitate to give him a French kiss. This set the motion for another form of art: a Man-to-Man Ballet where the choreography could have been scripted by Rudolph Nureyev.

Each step was an homage to Virility. Each cock grew in size and lead the two lovers to take place on the narrow bed. Their natural desires had no limit. Paul licked just about every centimeter of Stas’ body, culminating in sucking his super hard uncut dick, almost chewing the marvelous pink mushroom. Stas was moaning with pleasure and reciprocated in the same manner. Paul’s dick was delicious but his ass was even more inviting, so Stas plunged his tongue in it with frenzy. He had never rimmed someone and this excited him so much that he paused to yell his pleasure. Paul had never felt so good.

- Oh yes, Stas, suck my rosette, you little demon!  
- I also want to fuck your divine ass, my gorgeous Paul.
- It’s all yours, enjoy fully!

Stas gently inserted his naturally lubricated cock in Paul’s rosette and then gradually started to pump the firm rod. The choreography climaxed with an explosion of nectar. The artist and the writer had Heaven on Earth, the summum bonum or highest good.

The young artist’s drawing of a 59-year old man’s face had intrigued the jury who recognized that the art piece expressed both energy and serenity. It did not win the first prize, but as a form of encouragement, the jury invited Stanislav for a short trip to St. Petersburg and a visit to the Hermitage Museum.

Once in the Museum, Stas was directed to a gallery where he could admire many portraits of men. Rembrandt’s bearded man reminded Stas of Paul’s photo. A guide named Igor, roughly in his early 60s, approached Stas with a particular interest.

- You will certainly like Franz Kruger’s portrait of Fersen.
- Why, sir? Does it have a special feature?
- It is almost a portrait of you. Fersen is as handsome as you are, young man.

Stas was astonished by the resemblance. He approached closely, almost eye to eye, but the guide pulled him back because Stas had crossed the line on the floor. Igor not only pulled him back, he brushed his hand on Stas’ butt and smiled almost lustfully.

Stas followed the guide from one painting to another, often feeling Igor’s hand on his shoulder, at his waist, on his thigh, even wandering down on his butt. There was erotic electricity in the air. No one else was around, so Igor surprised Stas with a quick kiss.

- Your lips are so sweet.
- Thank you, Sir. You are a very attractive man.
- Call me Igor. What is your name?
- Stanislas, but you can call me Stas.
- Would you like to visit the secret gallery, not opened to the public?
- Wow! That would be great.

They both exited through a secret door and ended up in a small room that looked like an artist’s studio. An unfinished painting of a nude man got both men excited. It was Pablo Picasso’s sketch of “Nude figure of young man”. Igor invited Stas to sit on the sofa next to the sketch and embraced him tenderly. Stas responded with a penetrating wet kiss and pulled down Igor’s pants. The guide’s dick was now as hard as a large paint brush handle. Igor slowly undressed Stas who spontaneously showed his rising virility.

- You have a gorgeous phallus, my handsome dude.
- Thanks Igor. Can I suck your long hard cock?
- Of course! Why not taste each other’s jewels in a 69 position?

They lost no time in giving each other oral pleasure. Sensing that they were close to cumming, they both had the same reflect at the same time: sliding their tongue on the balls, licking the ass crack and reaching the rose bud which they rimmed with frenzy. When Stas’ ass hole was well lubricated with saliva, Igor penetrated him, slowly at first but gradually pounding the young man’s divine hemisphere. Another episode of summum bonum.

by Paul François

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