Sam the body painter

Chapter 4

WE SHOULDN’T BE DOING THIS

-Today it will something abstract, Grady.

Of course we had undressed first and always hard as we used to be now every day, he started painting my chest. He was using different henna colours but mostly black and there were a lot of stains and blots surrounding squares, triangles and rhombuses and something else which looked like an abstract bird which reminded me of the paintings of Joan Miró. But Sam Simpkin was talking.

-You could be thinking this is a painting by Miró, but it’s my inspiration, of course inspired by that famous painter.

I was looking forward to see his new painting later, but also expected some masturbation, blowjobs, touching or kissing. It was then I had a sudden idea, but I needed my father to be quite ignorant of my objectives so I told him that I felt like pissing and headed to the bathroom. I was less than a minute there cause I didn’t feel like pissing and when I came out, he was rock hard. It seemed that watching his own son coming out of the bathroom totally nude, totally hard, increased his boner.

I knew that and telling him: “now you can continue the painting”, what I did instead was grabbing Sam’s cock and deftly pushing it into my ass.

-Stop, Grady –he told me-, we shouldn’t be doing this.

-Sam, you haven’t told me anything like that when we touch, when we kiss, when we’ve masturbated each other or even when we’ve sucked each other’s dicks. So why are you telling me that now?

-I don’t think it is correct for a father to fuck his own son.

-Don’t you like my ass, Sam?

-Of course I like your ass. It’s absolutely sexy, but oh, once again this is something no father should tell his own son.

-You like it, so dad, unless we lose our friendship now, you’ll keep on fucking me and eventually you’ll cum inside me. Body painting is natural, Sam; nudism is natural, Sam; a son being fucked by his father can also be natural, as natural as our blowjobs and masturbations cause we both agree and enjoy. And it’s hurting me less than I expected, so please hold it, Sam, and open me up: I’d like to give you this hole of mine now for you to have fun with.

-Many things that are usually considered unnatural like nudism or poliamory for instance, well to a certain extent they are natural, and the same could we say about a father and a son having sex when in my case I’m lucky to have the most natural son in the world, and the sexiest. So ok, Grady, you’re convincing me, mainly cause you have urged me to continue and not stop now but I’m cumming –and it was ecstasy to feel Sam’s jism inside me- and since I’m sure you would like me to fuck you more often, now you’ll be doing the same to me. The painting is less important.

He had already withdrawn his dick from my ass and as unexpectedly as a magician he now pushed his ass into my dick and told me.

-Fuck me, Grady; fuck Sam.

So that’s what I started doing at once, horny knowing whose ass I was fucking and what an ass! I still couldn’t believe I had just entered Sam.

-But dad, are you sure about this?

-Grady, you’ve just offered me your ass and even told me I could fuck you often. I don’t know whether it’s right or wrong for a father to fuck his son. But I think it can be right if the father also surrenders his ass. This way it is consensual and reciprocal. I think what I find wrong is using you. But I can see your lust for your father goes on, so it will only be ok if we both desire it and it becomes give and take.

-But I am noticing your pain, Sam.

-Nevertheless till you cum in my ass first and later have the security that you’ll constantly fuck me, I’ll never fuck you again, you can be sure. So keep on fucking me. I just wanna ask you something as you do.

-Tell me, Sam.

-I’m just wondering how far you wanna go with me.

-As far as you wanna go, Sam, but only if you’re enjoying.

-Never before have I had sex with a boy but with you I like everything. Is it that you would even like us to become a couple? Do you love me?

-I don’t love you, dad. It’s just that with you I’m hornier than I could ever be with a girl. I love kissing you, touching you –and just then my hands were running down his perfect skin as my lips met his again-, I love masturbating you, sucking your cock, fucking you… I mean I love having sex with such a natural man and I would like to often be naked next to you with you naked too, and even go to bed with you, provided we have more sex in bed.

-Now your cock almost doesn’t hurt. Ok, Grady, don’t know how your lust for your father has entered you, but obviously you need me now, so I’ll go as far with you as you want. Sex with you is also wonderful. But I think we can be a couple, if that’s your wish, but an unfaithful couple, for I think both of us will always need girls, but nevertheless we’ll always have sex with each other, no other boys. And if we lose our inhibitions, let me tell you this: your body’s absolutely sexy, I love the taste of your dick, now I’m even enjoying your dick up my ass. Kiss me as a boyfriend would, please.

And I was kissing him frantically for four minutes, incestuous passion overwhelming us both and in the midst of that intense kiss, I inevitably came in Sam’s ass for the first time.

-So wonderful, Grady, finally your seed is inside me and after now we’ll behave as a couple, love or not.

-Now you can finish the painting, my sexy partner.

He was for only ten more minutes finishing that abstract painting which resembled Miró.

Since we were a couple now, I decided to stay the whole day naked and with the painting on my body. I only had my shower after dinner. It was a little more difficult to erase the painting now but I was able at last.

For the first time we shared the sheets. Love had never reached either of us, to the best of my knowledge, but we have sex with each other every day, with girls too from time to time. No other boys; both of us say the same: only each other’s dicks are permitted.

I have by now a big collection of paintings in my mobile phone for he continues with the habit of body painting me. We both often swim with a speedo together in Old Toby’s beach, but we only go to Tunnel Beach separately to avoid the danger of being discovered as a father and a son hard at each other. But he’s still a marvelous body painter and a nudist who in summer days, just like me, often need to go to the beach.