Sam the body painter

Chapter 2

A UNICORN                        

Once we were naked, he told me.

-Ok, since you want me to choose the drawing, I’ll paint a unicorn. But why are you so hard, Grady?

-That’s the same I should ask you, dad. You’re also hard. I think it is because both our brains, and therefore our cocks too, are thinking right now that nudism is totally natural, even for a father and a son to be comfortably naked together. And of course having boners is also natural.

-That’s the same reason why I’m hard, Grady. Good, so I was saying I’ll paint a unicorn on your body. Do you want all your body painted? I mean, including ass, cock or balls?

-Everything dad, please.

-So ok, first I will tell you this: of course you know that unicorns are mythological animals, but where are unicorns supposed to live?

-That I don’t know, dad.

-Well, unicorns are supposed to live in forests, close to springs and waterfalls, so if you want your whole body painted, I’ll start at your back, where I will first paint the forest, with a lot of cedars.

All the time I was on foot and soon I felt him then starting at my nape, in accurate brush strokes. There were some henna tubes on the floor then of different colours. I noticed him calmly painting me with green henna first and then brown henna the cedars slowly down my back and their brown trunks sliding downwards till he reached my ass after a quarter of an hour where he told me, for I couldn’t see him then, that he was painting the earth and some of the tree roots, a fantasy of course for in real forests you can’t see the cedar roots. This time my legs wouldn’t be painted, he told me, and asked me to turn.

I had been strangely hard when he was touching my ass to be painted, but now I had one of my greatest boners knowing he would paint my frontal body, even my cock and balls soon.

-I don’t care you’re hard, Grady –he told me then-, since you also want your dick painted, you should be hard or else it would be impossible. Well, now on your chest I’ll paint a big waterfall with water falling to the place in your genitals where the unicorn will be painted finally swimming.

-Good, dad –I told him.

I knew it was just art, but I couldn’t help but be increasingly hard feeling Sam Simpkin’s hands touching my naked skin and watching now the blue henna tube with which he was painting a really artistic waterfall down my chest. It was so real that I could almost notice the humidity of that water. And it was a wonderful pool of water that he was painting on my abdomen. But now he stopped and told me he would begin painting the unicorn on my legs.

Now I felt that mythological creature as a horse perfectly painted from my knees up to my balls.

-It will be almost a recumbent unicorn, but it is about to take a swim in the pool I’ve just painted on your abdomen. I’ll try to shape the face of the unicorn on your balls. Don’t be shy now, Grady. This is just art. And later I’ll finish by painting the unicorn’s horn on your dick.

It was so sensual to feel my father’s hands on my balls that I started doubting then that what we were doing was right for I liked it so much that my dick started to feel fire and I knew as the face of the unicorn was being magnificently portrayed that I could even cum. I tried to focus only on the thought of knowing that my father was really an artist, but even so my dick kept on growing and growing. And now the final touch. It was the moment of the horn so I saw him shamelessly touching my hard dick now. I saw he was also hard as hell. When he told me now that the horn was finished, I couldn’t help but blush a lot when I saw I was cumming. What an embarrassing moment!

-Forgive me, dad.

-Nothing to forgive you for, Grady. Ejaculations are something natural in men, more when I’m sure you’re regarding what we’ve just done as art, simple as that, but nevertheless you’ve had a hand touching your dick, so of course you cum.

-Thanks dad for finding it all natural.

-Now I’ll take pics on the phone of your whole body, back first, and then your frontal body and I’ll send then to your mobile phone later.

I was posing for him so he could take the pics and later he sent them to me. I sat before putting everything back on and watched it. I would of course keep those pics on my phone. It was great to watch my frontal body, the waterfall, the unicorn, the horn, everything. But now I saw on the phone what I couldn’t see before of course, the forest on my back. I don’t know how he’d managed to paint as many as five cedars, two of them with visible roots painted on my ass.

-They’re perfect, dad. I’m glad you’ve drawn me a first perfect painting. I want more. But now I’m heading to the shower.

I didn’t need whitening toothpaste, just water as hot as my body could endure and the wonderful painting disappeared totally from my body. After that I came out of the bathroom totally nude for I hadn’t taken my clothes there. My father saw me and winked at me and now I got dressed. Then I told him.

-Show me all the pics you’ve done, dad, and are now on your mobile phone.

Of course he had put everything back on again and I sat next to him on the couch and was looking at his pics. I really liked Guernica and told him one day I wanted it painted.

Little more to tell about that day. I finally went to bed but I was so hard to I had to jerk myself off and I wanted to tell my father the next day.

-Dad –I started talking to him at breakfast totally red-, I want to soon have Guernica also painted on my body but maybe all this is not correct for I was totally hard before you yesterday and even came and well, last night in bed I had to wank…

-Only natural that you masturbate in bed, Grady.

-Yes, dad, but well I’d rather fess up what I did. Oh, I was so horny that I pictured you not only touching my dick and balls, but jacking me off and I also did the same to your beautiful dick.

-If it’s only that, Grady, I don’t mind. It’s not usual for a father to touch his own son’s dick but touching yours I also got hard and I’ll follow your courage and tell you that I also wanked over your dick and masturbated you last night in my masturbation though I didn’t imagine you jacking me off. The best we can do now is forget any sin we can see in this and think that since it is uncommon for a father and a son to be naked together and hard together, that’s only what’s happening to us, nothing more.

-So dad, knowing how hard I’ll be and knowing also that probably I’ll cum again, would you body paint me more?

-I will if you want, Grady.

-So this afternoon I wanna be painted Guernica.

-Good, I’ll paint it today.

So that afternoon when I returned, I saw Sam Simpkin had all his henna tools and the brush ready beside him.

-Do you still want to be painted Guernica today, Grady?

-Yes, please dad.

-So ok, let’s strip first and as we do, I’ll explain something to you of this painting.

We started naturally stripping again and he started talking.

-Guernica is a town in northern Spain which was bombed in the Spanish Civil War and Picasso in this great painting, for me the best painting of the 20th century, wanted to depict the horror of a war crime like this. He painted it black and white as if the whole painting stood for the headlines in a newspaper you could read the day after the bombing.

But we were by now totally nude and again totally hard and blushing.

-Dad, we shouldn’t blush for being hard before the other, but knowing our boners will make it impossible for you to draw such work of art, I think we’d better get rid of our boners first –and instantly I grabbed my father’s cock and started to pump it.

-The last thing I would do, Grady –he told me then- is reproaching you for what you’re doing or show you an angry face, so ok, getting rid of our boners is also something natural –and he also grabbed my dick and also masturbated me.

So there we were having a certain relief for our hard dicks before tackling a new painting. Both of us were showing really horny faces and I was glad that my father didn’t get shocked at this either, and so moved I was that I was first to cum, staining my father’s hand, but he wiped it in a rag as I continued jacking him off for I also wanted him to cum prior to body painting me again. Finally I was gifted the hot picture of my father’s sexy dick cumming.

-Ok Grady, I’ll mop the floor later. This painting can take us more than an hour. Today I will not paint your back, all the painting will be in front.

And with black henna, he started painting a cubist bull below my right shoulder and underneath the shoulder he painted a mother with her naked child below her with closed eyes and no pupils. Right of the bull there was a light bulb with a horse below. Almost in my left shoulder you could see a female holding a lamp, a representation of the Spanish Republic, the victim of this brutality.

He was explaining all that to me as he approached my right shoulder and painted a cubist male with arms raised upwards, a new figure of horror.

He was also explaining to me the lower parts of the drawings till he ended painting one of the moribund figures on my dick. Now whenever I looked again at Guernica in any book, I would understand this painting better.

-We’ve finished, Grady.

Now it was the time for the pic in his mobile phone and then in mine and when I saw it, it was hard for me to believe what a great work of art I had on my body. I almost felt the temptation of not washing my body the whole day but I imagined how difficult it would be to later erase the painting, so I went to the bathroom.

That night at dinner I spoke to Sam Simpkin.

-Your paintings are wonderful, dad. I’d like more.

-Good, Grady, as far as both of us always consider all of this natural, mutual masturbation included, which we should have every day prior to body painting something.

-Perfect, dad –I kissed him goodnight and went to my room.

Now I wanted to be painted something every day. Some hours my father spent in Tunnel Beach painting the bodies of other people. Later he returned home and always had good ideas.