The Paint Job Pt. 01

"So you want a lot more semen in the painting than two men would ordinarily be able to produce?" I asked, intrigued by the idea. I'd never been asked to make spunk such a prominent feature of the paintings, even by couples for whom procreation was the chief objective of their marriage.

"Oh, absolutely," Stephen nodded enthusiastically. "We want you to really emphasize that we're covered in each other's seed."

"It's a symbolic thing," Adam agreed. "Like the exchanging of vows."

"Okay," I nodded, jotting another note. I'd never really thought of it like that.

"And we want it to be thick and creamy, " Adam went on, "and really viscous and frothy as it oozes out of our bums."

"Gosh, this is going to be a very interesting composition!" I smiled at the pair. "I confess I'm rather looking forward to getting stuck in!"

Immediately regretting my choice of phrase, I cleared my throat and went on, "So... what about your... er... bottoms? How do you want me to show them?"

Women are usually unequivocal about this: no frontal shots of the female pudendum, and if the groom wants penetration to be represented, the viewpoint must be framed in such a way so that only the shaft of the penis and the swell of the testicles are seen.

"As our consummation is to be anal, we'd like our openings to be depicted in detail ," Adam asserted. "We'd also request that you show both of us as fully dilated, even during foreplay."

"Fully dilated?" I queried. Did that mean what I thought it meant?

"Yes... er... splayed and receptive," Adam clarified. "Shown to be moist and... well... a little swollen, I suppose, with the muscular ring gaping open for each other."

"Gaping...? By how much?" I asked.

Stephen chuckled. "As wide as each other's penises, of course. To suggest that we're ready to receive each other's bodies into our own."

"Which, of course, we will be," Adam added with a smirk of his own.

"It's about us being sexually responsive to one another," Stephen explained. "Not only are our penises aroused by our sexual connection, but our anuses are also shown to be... well... in a state of intense excitement."

I considered that for a moment before admitting, "I've never actually painted an anus... and until this moment it has never occurred to me that they could be anything more than... well... a hole..."

Adam smiled and explained, "They come in a broad array of different shapes and sizes, Michael. Ours are both full and large from many years of receiving each other. You won't need to exaggerate very much when you come to paint our puckers!"

I smiled back and nodded eagerly. This project was turning out far more interesting than I'd assumed. Painting the two of them as aroused and eager to penetrate while at the same time portraying their mutual willingness to receive one another would allow me to explore an aspect of eroticism that up until now had passed me by.

Feeling increasingly pleased that I'd followed my wife's advice and had accepted these two men's commission, I decided to move things on to a part of the preparation which some couples find more embarrassing than others.

"As I explained in my e-mail," I began, "I normally ask my clients to undress a little - perhaps down to underwear if they're willing - so they can arrange themselves how they'd like me to paint them. I don't insist... I can make all the preliminary sketches based on -"

"No, we're very happy to undress," Adam interrupted and they both stood up to start taking off their jackets. "It will be useful to show you by example how we'd like to be depicted in each of the paintings we've agreed on."

Stephen nodded. "Especially since you're so unfamiliar with how things work when it's two men who are celebrating their connubials!"

I chuckled and got up from behind my desk so I could gesture them through to my studio in the adjacent room. I used to paint family portraits in here but when it became more lucrative to specialise in wedding night art, I sold off the couch and the lighting rig to make way for a bed-sized leather bench sofa.

After showing them the rack on which they could hang their clothes, I described how this part of the process normally works.

"The idea is that you use this sofa to serve as your marital bed. Take me through each of the six paintings, showing me exactly what you have in mind, and I'll sit myself down here and make drawings of how you want each piece to look."

"Isn't that what you'll do in our wedding bedroom?" Stephen asked.

"Well, yes... but here I can keep interrupting you and querying things so that I'm absolutely sure I'm depicting your love-making as you want me to."

Adam nodded, sitting down on the edge of the sofa to take off his shoes and socks. "Obviously, on the night itself, you won't interrupt us at all while we're enjoying intimacy together on our wedding bed...?"

"That's a given... it'll be like I'm not there."

"What... so you'll just be sketching quietly in the corner of our bedroom?" Stephen asked as he took off his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. "And we just make love as if we're there on our own?"

"That's the idea," I agreed. "I get on with doing my thing... you get on with doing yours!"

Stephen smiled, removing his shirt to reveal a surprisingly well-defined chest and washboard stomach.

I admired his impressive physique, no doubt borne from many hours spent in the gym, before continuing, "So it's best for you to let me know at this stage which particular... er... activities you'd like me to paint. I can then watch out for them in the wedding bedroom and refine the sketches I make now to include the little details specific to the night itself."

Adam stood up to undo his tie so he could start unbuttoning his shirt. "So we don't have to follow a pre-agreed plan of who does what when?"

"Of course not. If it feels right in the heat of passion for you to do something spontaneous, I'll continue sketching your bodies and faces but I won't depict the sexual acts themselves."

"We both really enjoy anal masturbation," Stephen smiled. "But... yeah... we don't want a painting of us doing that to each other."

"Anal masturbation?" I asked. "I suppose that's the gay equivalent of vaginal fingering...?"

"It's frigging each other's butt-holes," Adam replied curtly. "The clue's in the name."

"We're likely to finger each other a lot as part of our foreplay," Stephen went on, pulling off his shoes and socks. "It's very loving and sensual."

"It just seems quite feminine," I mused, aware that I might be again straying into dangerous waters. "Your sex up until now has struck me as overtly masculine which is something I'd like to explore in my paintings. Fingering each other seems at odds with that..."

"Anal masturbation is incredibly masculine, Michael," Stephen chuckled. "Bums might be holes but that's probably their one and only similarity with vaginas!"

"Well, okay," I nodded. "It just strikes me that if you're being fingered, you're sort of playing the part of a woman."

Stephen laughed, pulling down his trousers, "I love having my bum cuffed, but I'm definitely all-man, Michael! As you can see from the front of my underpants, I've got all the bits to prove it!"

It looked like Adam hadn't been exaggerating his fiancé's assets: Stephen's white briefs certainly were bulging with what looked like a hefty cock curving downwards between the twin mounds of his nuts. Painting him as the receiving partner brandishing a very large organ of his own was going to be very interesting!

Adam snorted, undoing his belt and fly. "Our anuses are in no way the equivalents of vaginas. They look different, smell different and are intensely attractive in their own particular way!"

"Just because I like the feel of Adam fingering me," Stephen smiled, "doesn't mean I have to act like a woman when he does."

"Yes, I get that," I nodded. "I suppose what I'm saying is that I expected the focus of your love-making to be on your cocks... when describing the way you have intercourse, for example, you framed your enjoyment in terms of how large and excited your erections grow when you're inside each other."

"The focus is on our cocks," Adam replied, pulling off his own trousers to reveal an impressive mound of his own straining the front of his tight light blue shorts. "While we frig each other off, we don't forget about what a man has out front! We stroke each other's shafts, we lick and suck the helmets... masturbating each other anally while we do it just enhances the pleasure we get from our cocks."

"Forgive me," I smiled at him, now quite fascinated at the prospect of seeing these two large and well-endowed men having sex together in their various ways. "Like I told you, all of my experiences of gay sex are from my time in the navy. The men on the ships were not so... shall we say... responsive to one another."

"Is that how you imagined we'd do it?" Stephen smiled. "One of us just bending over and the other one doing him up the dumpster?"

"I suppose I did," I admitted. "On the ship, sex between crewmen was a very stark affair. Men would just couple up somewhere quiet and do it standing upright, one behind the other. It was sex for release, nothing more nothing less."

"Didn't they even undress?" Adam asked.

"Not that I saw. The guy in front pulled the back of his trousers down to bare his flabby bum, the guy behind would pull his hard-on out through his fly and work it up him."

"Imagine if you did me like that," Stephen laughed across at his future husband. "Standing up in our wedding suits... you with your dick out through your zipper working it up my bared butt!"

I chuckled. "I think that would make for quite an interesting painting, actually! It has a certain crude allure..."

"Were you never tempted yourself by the crude allure of your shipmates' flabby bums?" Stephen smirked with a wink.

"I'm afraid not," I chuckled. "I never saw the appeal of using another man's bum, if I'm being totally honest. My right hand was always appealing enough."

"Do you think you can make us look appealing using each other's bums?" he asked as he hung his trousers up. His buttocks were squat and solid in the back of his briefs. It would be very interesting to paint such an manly bottom with the broad girth of another man's penis emerging from between its cheeks.

"I'm sure I can," I replied. "You're a very attractive couple and, even though I'm clearly unfamiliar with gay sex, I'm quite fascinated about what you've told me about your love-making. I hope that doesn't sound too patronising..."

"It really doesn't... it's incredibly flattering, actually. We were a bit worried when you said you'd never painted a gay wedding night, so -"

"You know, I'm sure this will work a lot better if we're naked," Adam cut in. "You're going need to know how we look sexually to be able to give detail to some of the poses we want you to paint..."

"I've done this many times before... I know how to use a bit of artistic license..."

"For example, we want a painting of me rimming Stephen. How will you depict that if you don't know how hairy he is between his buttocks... the colour of his anus...?"

"Rimming him? What does that mean?"

"It means I lick his bottom. I get his opening slippery so he can receive my cock."

"You lick Stephen's bottom?" I queried. Had I heard him correctly?

"Yes, we'd like a painting of his splayed backside with my face craning in towards it and my tongue reaching for the bullseye, as it were."

I looked at Stephen to check I was understanding this. He grinned broadly at me - I probably looked stupidly shocked - and then explained, "It's a really important part of the set. It shows my husband preparing the opening through which our marriage is about to become lawful and proper."

Oh my god, I thought. I had no idea that gay guys did stuff like this. The blokes on the ship had never licked each other's cackers, that's for sure.

"Well, yes, okay," I manged to splutter. "I've never been asked to paint anything like that before!"

"Will you be able to do it?" Stephen asked. "I mean, will you be able to make it look like a beautiful moment?"

I floundered trying to find something encouraging to say. A beautiful moment? One bloke licking another's arsehole?

Stephen smiled indulgently, amused that I looked out of my depth. "Michael... this is the most intimate thing two men can do together. It shows our love and trust... that's why we want it painted."

I nodded. "Well, perhaps you're right and the two of you do need to be naked. If I'm to show your anatomy so graphically, I'll need to see exactly what it is I'm painting!"

Adam pulled down his shorts to release an eye-catchingly huge floppy cock and two low-hanging balls. As he hitched his underpants off over his feet, he said, "I'd prefer it if you describe our paintings as erotic rather than graphic, please Michael."

When I through him a querying look he smiled as he hung them up. "Graphic implicitly suggests 'pornographic'. We want you paint us sexually - unambiguously so - but the overall effect has to remain erotic rather than venturing into the pornographic."

"Of course," I agreed. "I don't paint porn."

Stephen yanked his briefs off to reveal a cock which was slightly smaller than his fiancé's, though not quite as flaccid. His balls bulged outwards more than Adam's and were held more tightly in his scrotum. The two men stood together, smirking at each other that they were now naked in front of me. Then Adam leaned in for a kiss and they chuckled together as they puckered their lips out for a smooch.

"You make a rather lovely couple," I surprised myself by saying. "You'll be very interesting to paint together... you're both muscular and yet you're so different in build and stature."

They were both buff and toned - clearly they were both regulars at their local gym - but Adam was a much bulkier man than Stephen. He had a larger frame which made him solid and beefy, while Stephen was slim and athletic with more of a swimmer's physique. They made the ideal subjects of my first gay paintings as I could draw out their contrasting features to make their sex more vivid and personal.

"We thought our first painting would be of us frotting," Adam instructed me. "I'm guessing that's a new one on you too...?"

"Well, yes... but please do enlighten me!"

"Frotting is when two men make love with their cocks," Adam explained, getting onto the sofa to pretend it was their nuptial bed. "We frot together... often very strenuously and noisily... as part of our pre-penetrative foreplay."

"What do you mean, you make love with your cocks?"

I was by now finding this extremely engrossing!

"We rub them up against each other," Stephen explained, getting onto the sofa and kneeling upright face-to-face with Adam. "It's how some gay men make love and achieve climax... those who don't go in for anal."

"Some gay men don't go in for anal?"

"Yeah, some men don't believe in it," Stephen smiled.

"Don't believe in it? They don't believe you can push a dick up a butt?"

"No," he laughed, "they don't believe that the bum should be involved in sex. To them, it's for shitting through and the cock is the only organ of male sexual expression."

They grinned together and leaned in for another kiss. Their cocks curved downwards in front them - Stephen's still slightly more excited than Adam's - and I found I understood the point of view of those gay men who preferred to exclude anal sex from their love-making.

Stephen and Adam looked absolutely stunning, kissing as they giggled together with their two large organs gently rubbing into each other. This was indeed an intensely erotic spectacle and I felt I might have preferred it if their love-making had kept this face-to-face focus, this cock-centred sensuality, throughout.

Adam turned to me, "So on our wedding night, we'll kiss and caress on our bed until we've both developed full erections. Then we'll start vigorously frotting them together and -"

"You mean, thrusting them upwards?"

"Yes, with the back of the heads rubbing together... that's why it gives us such pleasure."

Stephen smiled across. "We want you to paint us like this... holding onto each other with our cocks arching upwards between us..."

"Kissing, obviously?"

"Yeah... and smiling as we look into each other's eyes..."

I started my first sketch, outlining their two bodies kneeling face-to-face. I accentuated Adam's larger, chunkier frame and his broader chest and thighs, and I drew out Stephen's gym-pumped musculature while keeping his general build more lean and slender.

"How do you want your buttocks?" I checked. "Squat and chunky?"

"Is that how they look for real?" Adam asked.

"Yes, but I can further emphasize their roundness... have the light play on them so they look really full and bulging."

"Aw yeah!" Stephen laughed. "Give us two hot bubble-butts!"

"Your bottoms are handsome as they are," I assured them, not wanting to suggest that my two clients' rears weren't already pleasant on the eye. "I'll just draw out their natural roundness... give them a slight sheen to show how solid and firm they are."

"I think for symbolic reasons they should look ripe and swollen," Adam decided. "We're about to gorge on each other's backsides - both literally and figuratively - so they've got to be juicy and delicious... tempting us to enjoy them to the full!"

"You're making me get a hard-on!" Stephen grinned at his betrothed. "All this talk of your juicy butt... so ripe and delicious... wait until I get you home!"

Adam laughed and I noticed that Stephen's organ was indeed growing longer and thicker and starting to rise up from his nuts. His cock now looked much bigger than his future husband's, and it was clear from how much it was growing that when fully aroused he was going to be quite stunningly endowed.

"Forgive my fiancé's... er... indiscretion," Adam smiled across at me. "My behind quite often has that effect on him!"

"Erections are quite common during the preliminary sketches," I smiled back. Couples were usually in their underwear for this part of the process, but the husband-to-be's briefs or boxers were very often tenting prominently upwards. "It actually makes the drawings more accurate."

Stephen's cock continued growing larger and stiffer until it was standing fully upright with its deep red head exposed. It was breathtakingly long and thick and, as groom-to-be's hard-ons go, it really did look quite magnificent.

He blushed self-consciously but I just grinned and shrugged, more amused than surprised. It did occur to me, however, that this was the first time in my life that I'd seen a man develop an erection thinking about another man's bum.

"Let me just sketch it while it's... shall we say... fully charged," I muttered, taking care to accurately render the slight veininess of the shaft and the domed bluntness of the large bloated helmet. "Turn it this way a little... yes! That's it!"

Adam did his best Austin Powers impersonation, calling out, "Aw yeah... work it, baby!"

Stephen laughed, losing his inhibitions and pushing his hips out towards me. With Adam and I both egging him, he swivelled his large hard-on left and right so I could fully record its resplendent shape and fine texture.

"I never modelled my dick before," he giggled, as I completed what I had to admit was a very attractive drawing of a very attractive cock.

I showed him what I'd drawn and he gasped with delight. "Oh my God, Michael! That looks better than the real thing!"

I thanked him for the encouragement and then returned to the matter at hand. "Could you show me how your cocks would normally be positioned when you do your... what do you call it... frotting, is it?"

"Kind of like this," Stephen said, and grabbed Adam's floppy manhood to direct upwards so that the backs of their two shafts were pressed together. "We work them together with our hips..." He held both cocks in his outstretched fist, struggling to hold their broad girths, and then bucked his hips back and forth to show me how they enjoy their foreplay. "We go faster and faster... really pounding each other and making our bed creak like you wouldn't believe!"