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Subject: ART LESSONS AND STRAWBERRY PENISES PART 2 Ever since that afternoon at the lake with Chris, Forest has fleeting thoughts about that entire ordeal; thoughts lasting a fragment of a second; thoughts manifesting at random intervals throughout the day; thoughts he wishes he could blank out of his memory. Like a redaction. He wants to feel ashamed of himself, disgusted even for lusting after a man who is more than twice his age but he cannot control who he’s attracted to. And he’s very much attracted to Chris, the man who seems to prefer wearing briefs over boxer briefs, the man with lips that look as soft as cotton candy, the man with a laugh so infectious that you can’t help but laugh along with him. And as Forest stands in the kitchen, with his trunk perched on the counter eating a strawberry lolly, he wonders to himself if the pink dickhead he caught a glimpse of escaping the warm blanket of foreskin on Chris’ uncircumcised penis will taste like strawberries too. Sick, “I’M SICK” he thinks to himself. The art lessons starts the day after their encounter, and with each passing day the attraction grows more and more intense. Chris is close, way too close to him all the time and Forest’s skin sears whenever he touches him. Like on Friday during drawing exercises when Chris grabbed Forest’s hand and told him to “stop constantly erasing, stop trying to be perfect all the time. That’s what causes you to become so frustrated and depletes your motivation to draw . That’s why you end up giving up and submitting poor art because you can’t be bothered anymore because it’s not as perfect as you’d want it to be. Art is not about being perfect For, it’s about being as authentic as possible, and I want you to never forget that. So instead of erasing, keep going and see where it leads.” Or on Saturday during painting when Chris stood over him with his hand resting on Forest’s shoulder and his lips by forest’s left ear whispering pointers like “try loosening your wrist a little, yeah like that” , “not too much pressure with the brush” and “you might need a lighter green for the grass.” But it’s Sunday now and all these thoughts about the way Chris’ eyebrows knitted together when he’s annoyed, the way his eyes took on such an intense look, the way he grabbed Forest’s hand and spoke to him in such an assertive, raw and masculine tone on Friday evening; the thought of Chris’ hot breath in his ear with his soothing tone the following Saturday, to this very moment with ridiculous images of strawberry flavored penises; all these thoughts are causing a tent to form in Forest’s pajama trousers and he hates himself for it. Ashton is literally in the next room and Chris will show up any second now, and he’s here in the kitchen topless, without a day’s shower, hard as a rock and having lollies for breakfast. He moves away from the counter, throws the lolly wrapper in the trash, and rushes upstairs with his hand barely hiding the conundrum that’s taking place below his waist. When he reaches the top his brother yells out: “Chris is on his way you know, and you haven’t bathed yet?!?!?! And why the hell are you running like that ?” He goes in the bathroom, shuts and locks the door, removes his bottoms and looks himself in the mirror. His penis is fully engorged, twitching constantly and pre-ejaculate is beginning to seep through the slit. He sighs and hops in the shower and bathes himself all over except his still erect penis. He looks down at it and frowns. He squeezes some soap gel into his left hand, rubs it together with his right and begins to gently lather his penis. The friction feels so amazing but forest starts to feel guilty and stops. It’d be so wrong to masturbate to the thought of Chris and so, in order to get his penis to deflate, he resorts to giving the trick he read about in a gay novel a go. The trick is to do fractions in your head. It sounds so bizarre but it actually works. This time instead of addition, he’ll do subtraction. And so, Forest solves the sum of ¾ – �…” and gets 1/12. He goes over the task again, just to make sure he got it right and by the time he looks back down, his penis is beginning to soften. He finishes up the task of washing between his legs, rinses his entire body and leaves the bathroom with a towel around his waist and his bottoms in his hands. He balls up the pants and throws it towards the hamper in his room, likes he’s shooting hoops but he misses. He sucks his teeth and doesn’t even bother to put the pants in the basket. He gets dressed, returns to the bathroom to brush his teeth and heads back downstairs. “I brought over some breakfast from Pete’s diner incase you guys haven’t eaten yet, and according to Ash here, you haven’t [Chris chuckles] Seriously, Chris laughs at almost everything he says and Forest finds himself automatically smiling every time. “You didn’t have to do… “[ Forest starts to reply, when Ashton cuts in…] “And still he did and I’m thankful for it, so Chris what do we have here ?” Ashton says, banging his hands on the counter after. “A little bit of everything really, blueberry pancakes, banana pancakes, omelets, tarts and fresh almond bagels. Oh and this…” he says [extracting a large bottle of apple juice from his rucksack]. “I- bro? I was expecting you to say you got donuts or something, not a whole fucking buffet. What the hell?” [Ashton looks at him dumbfounded] “How much does this cost?” [Forest retorts] “That’s not for you to worry about, lets dig in shall we” And so we sit and gorge ourselves with all this amazing food and apple juice. “I could fucking kiss you right now, like on the lips.” [Ashton says with a mouthful of pancakes] “I don’t think I’ll be able to focus on any art lessons today because right now I’m down for a nap.” [Forest says] Chris is laughing, AGAIN and he says “I’ll take it you like the food Didim Escort Ashton. And as for you Forest, there’s lots to be done, so no you won’t have time for napping” he says, looking Forest directly in the eyes. Forest looks away from him and goes to get some water from the fridge and when he pulls the door, Ashton’s phone rings. “HI yes, Ashton here. No I’m off today.” [Ashton glances at us then looks back down] “I see, okay, I’ll see what I can do. Probably around 11 or so. Alright bye” he ends the call. “That was work, wants me to come in, one of the sawing machines is jammed plus they need more personnel for deliveries.” he sighs. “I know we were supposed to hang today after your lessons For, but I’m not so sure now, I don’t know when I’ll get off.” “It’s fine really, I get it. Still have 2 weeks more to do lots of stuff together. We’ll be good.” [Forest replies] [Ashton smiles sadly at Forest] “It’s okay, go, don’t worry Ash!” “Alright. And you, [He Smacks Chris on the shoulder], thanks for the food, big time. Why didn’t they call you though?” “No biggie, and boy you know they work me like a fucking dog. I worked so much overtime this past week and I’m completely knackered. They know good and well not to call me.” [Chris Laughs] [Ashton smiles and shakes his head and gets his things together] “Alright I’ll catch you guys later, Forest be good you hear me?” “Yes Mom!” “What was that?” “Yes Ash, I’ll be good” “That’s more like it.” Within a minute Ashton drives away and Chris turns to Forest and says: “Go set up, I’ll get in here cleaned up” “Okay, but what are we doing today?” “Well, I want you to draw one house from the neighborhood. One that’s visible from the garage. So set up in there, and I want you to set up for me as well because I’m gonna do the same thing.” “Oh” “Not too close though, I don’t want you being distracted by mine, cause I you’ll want to look over all the time and see where I’m at.” [Forest smiles] “of course…” Forest goes to the garage, with two large sketch pads snuggled under each of his under arms, while holding the pencil holder in his left hand, and the sharpeners and erasers in another basket in his right hand, silently praying the whole time that he doesn’t fall or trip on the way. Luckily he doesn’t and he’s happy that he doesn’t have to do multiple trips to get all the supplies in the garage—-or so he thought—- because he forgot the artist easels to place the sketch pads on. He groans and returns to the storage room to retrieve them. He returns, sets up the pads on the easels. Satisfied, he stands back and starts to the shift the easels farther away from each other. The same time Chris comes in and asks “all set?” “Yeah” Chris is smiling at him and forest is wondering what’s so funny. “What’re we gonna sit on bud?” “Dammit, the stools!! I’ll be back. He moves past Chris and heads back inside the house, mentally kicking himself because he’s just been so out of it lately. Forests returns, a stool in each hand and Chris says “ah yes, now we can get started.” “Okay, I’m gonna set a timer for 2 hours and 30 minutes, that should be enough time to complete the drawing, because it’s not like we’re drawing the entire house, only what’s visible to us from where we’re sitting. Cool?” “Yeah, sounds good” “Alright” Chris Whispers, taking his phone from his pocket and setting an alarm. “Okay, it’s now 11:40, so we’ll stop at 2:10.” “Gotcha” Ashton’s neighbor’s house is a small one story cottage, with a wrap around porch with medium sized windows. The house is painted blue but the entire porch is painted off white. There’s a garden just below the stairs leading up to the porch, that spawns the breadth of the house and small yard ornaments can be seen a few paces away from the garden. The roof is made of grey shingles and a wooden double door leads the way inside the house, which holds transparent windows for the occupants to peep out of when guests drop by. The guys begin their work and almost an hour in, forest stops because he’s not sure if he has to draw the plants in the garden as well the ornaments and other trivial things he sees. “What’s up bud?” [Chris asks, sensing his hesitation] “Do I have to draw the garden and everything ?” “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’d include them, because they’re what make up the property.” “Okay, erm—I—I’ll draw them too.” “Good” With 10 minutes left before the alarm goes off, Chris gets up to see how Forest’s work is coming along. “I’m impressed, very impressed. It looks—very detailed. I like what you did with the windows, the hurricane shutters, the porch, the furniture, a much better improvement with your lines. Good job For!” [Forest blushes] “stop, you’re just saying that to make me feel good.” “Nah I’m serious”, [Chris squats in front of Forest and rests his hands on his thighs, his eyes boring deep into Forest’s and says] “you’re becoming more confident with your work and I can see it with this drawing. Trust me. I mean it. This, [He gestures with his hand to the sketch pad], this is amazing.” “Thanks Chris, this—means al—this is—thank you” and forest can’t stop the hot tears forming in his eyes. “Hey hey hey, none of that, come here” Chris Whispers, opening his arms for the younger man to seek comfort in, and so Forest’s emotions escape him, all of the overwhelming feelings that he has; not just the lust and longing feelings he has for Chris, but he also misses his parents, his friends and he just wants to spend quality time with his brother but he can’t because Ashton is always away at work, and when he gets home he’s to tired to do anything and he’s always alone in the house and it’s just all too much for him to bear any longer. Chris rubs soothing circles in Forest’s back, cooing words in his ear like “It’s okay buddy, Didim Escort Bayan I’m here, I’m here I’m not going any where, let it all out.” “What’s got you so worked up bud?” “I don’t want to talk about it”, Forest murmurs into Chris’ shoulders. Forest releases Chris, and they stare at each other for what felt like hours and suddenly in the midst of wiping his tears and snot away with the tail end of his shirt something flashes through him, that feeling one would experience when they miss a step, or slide but doesn’t actually fall, that sort of thrilling sickness and Forest is downright sick and tired of running away, hiding himself, constantly repressing his feelings and in one fluid motion he’s back in Chris’ arms and their lips are touching and Chris kisses him back and their hands are in each other’s hair, and they sink into each other. They kiss, and kiss, and kiss and now they’re both standing and without backing out, he takes Chris’ hand in his and leads him through the garage, through the kitchen, up the stairs and into his room. He closes the door and Chris starts to take in his new surroundings. “In here smells like you.” “Is that supposed to be a good thing or bad thing?” Chris smiles and removes his shoes and jumps on the bed, hands behind his head, looking up at Forest. Forest sits on the bed, backing him and Chris spins him around, and tells him to lie back. Chris leans over him, holding himself up with his arms and leans down and resumes the intense kissing session with their bottom halves brushing against each other. Chris leans further into him now, his hands now around the back of Forest’s neck, all of his body weight bearing heavily into him and he asks “are you okay” and he nods frantically because his body is burning; Burning with lust, burning with desire, burning with an intense horniness that it scares him. Chris moves away from him now and straddles his waist, looking straight down at Forest. Meanwhile, Forest is looking at the hard object that’s pointing right at him from within Chris’ cargo shorts. Chris takes For’s hand and leads it to his crotch and forest just let’s it sit there, not moving, as though he’s paralyzed. Chris moves further up Forest’s body, up by his chest and rests his weight mostly on his knees that’s on either side of Forest’s torso and they look at each other. Chris uses his knuckles to caress forest’s face and says “you’re so fucking beautiful.” Forest knows his ears are the same color as the beets his mother includes in her salads and he starts to grab at Chris’ belt buckle. Chris watches his face the entire time. The buckle is unclasped, the pants button is undone, and as forest goes to pull the zip down, Chris stops him and says “I don’t want to make you feel pressured to do anything. I’m down for whatever, but—only if you want to.” Forest nods and continues. The zipper is down now and Chris removes his shirt, and forest admires his torso, 100% forgetting what he was doing a few seconds ago. He looks up at the huge expanse of skin that seems go on for miles. He continues what he was initially doing, and he wraps his fingers around the waistband of Chris’ underwear, so that his knuckles are grazing the warm skin of Chris’ pelvis. He looks up again for definite permission and Chris nods and now his underwear waistband is below his scrotum and his penis is hanging in the air, inches away from Forest’s face. Forest is mesmerized, and a part of him wonders if he’s daydreaming again because this cannot be happening right now. He pets Chris penis and now Chris inches further up and traces forest’s lips with his cockhead. Precum spurts from the small opening in the head and Forest’s lips are moist with the clear liquid. He licks his lips and grants Chris entrance to his mouth and Chris doesn’t hesitate for a second and thrusts forward. And sighs. And closes his eyes. And moans as he moves in and out of forest’s mouth in a slow, methodical motion. Chris takes forest’s hands and holds them in place above his head while he continues with the task at hand. Not once does Forest gags, or sputters and it’s beyond Chris how a boy who claims he has never been with a man could take his entire length in his face with no trouble at all. After a few minutes, Chris withdraws and a line of saliva that’s mixed with precum hangs from forest’s lips stretching a couple of inches away, connecting to the tip of Chris’ penis. Chris breaks the connection and gets off of him, now standing, his feet planted on the bedroom floor. “Come here” and forests gets up, removes his shirt and continues to suck, with Chris’ hand now resting at the back of his head for support. Eventually Chris feels his orgasm building and he withdraws again, not ready to release just yet. “You’ve seen me, but I haven’t seen you, take these off”. For stands and removes his pants, now in his white lycra underwear that’s damp at the front. He takes the underwear off and blushes because this is the first time someone is seeing his naked body. “Fuuuck” Chris sighs. Chris is kissing him again, his hands giving the boy’s dick light strokes. “I want to fuck you so bad, I want my cock buried so far inside you” and forest thinks why not, it doesn’t make any sense turning back now since he’s wanted this since he laid eyes on Chris at the lake. He nods his consent and Chris says I want to hear you say it and forest says “yes” out loud and Chris has him lie back on the bed. Chris sinks to his knees and positions him so that his legs are hanging off the bed. Chris takes his index and middle finger and rubs them over the head of Forest’s penis, getting them slick with his own clear fluid then he casts them towards forest’s mouth. “Open.” Forest obliges and the older man’s already moist fingers settles on his tongue. He sucks on them for a few seconds then Chris takes them Escort Didim away, and hoist his legs in the air, so that his hole is in his sight. He circles the ring then applies pressure. Slowly he enters him with just the middle finger, sighing at the squeezing sensation that his digit is enduring; and if it feels this way on his finger, Chris doesn’t even want to imagine how his tool will feel enveloped in the boy’s warm opening. His penis is twitching at the thought. He looks at the boy’s face, searching to see if he might be feeling any kind of discomfort but his eyes are closed and his mouth is slightly ajar. Chris takes that as a good sign and goes to add his index finger, but this time the boy winces and wriggles a bit but Chris holds him in place with his free hand. “I know bud, just try to sit still, the pain will subside eventually.” Chris goes further in with both fingers now and the boy starts to moan and whimper so to distract him from the pain, Chris takes his penis into his mouth. His face is still scrunched up in pain but as time passes it goes back to a neutral expression. Chris removes his fingers but continues with the sucking. For begins to lower his legs and Chris stops and stands. “You have lube bud, or oil or—” “I—a bit of vitamin E oil for my skin—can—will that work?” “Where is it?” “There, on the dresser—with the black cover—it has white and gold writing.” Chris goes where he’s told, and forest just leers at his backside as he walks away. [Chris spins around and gestures at what he’s now holding] “Yeah, that’s it.” Chris’ member bobs up and down with his stride back to the bed and Forest looks away from it, having second thoughts. But Chris misses nothing and soon he’s by his side telling him “we can stop, we don’t have to go further, it’s okay, I promise” “…will it hurt ?” “At first, but—once you adjust to me—once we really— get into it—it’ll—it’ll get easier.” “Okay, let’s uhhh…” “Hmmm?” “Let’s do it.” [Chris gives him a toothy grin and strokes his own dick a few times] Chris applies some of the oil to his fingers and fingers the boy some more. He stops and applies some to his penis and hovers over him again. “If it gets to be too much just let me know. I’m not gonna get mad or anything—just don’t be afraid to talk to me alright?” “Alright.” Chris moves backwards on his knees and lifts the boy’s legs again. He positions himself at his entrance and looks down at him again for final confirmation that this is all okay, that this is what he really wants. [Forest nods and says “go ahead”] Chris likes what he’s hearing and presses forward. The wincing is back and he freezes with just his head inside the boy. He pushes some more…the boy’s tightness making him lightheaded. [Forest groans and pushes against Chris abdomen like he’s pushing him away…] But Chris ignores this and pushes some more until he can’t go any further. His whole length is now buried and he let’s it sit there and gives the boy time to adjust and adapt to the intrusion. “Okay so far?” Chris notices that his eyes are squeezed shut and he’s breathing rather hard. “Talk to me For, are you good” [Forest offers a stiff nod] Chris slides back and slides forward gently, gauging his reaction with every movement, gradually increasing his tempo as For’s eyebrows unfurrow, as he releases some of the pressure on his eyes that he has shut so tight and opens them, as his groaning turns to soft moans. Chris begins to fuck with more passion now, the lewd sound of skin smacking skin in the air, ramming his rod straight into forest’s sweet spot. He leans down and kisses the boy, but it’s so sloppy and messy because of the all the motion that’s taking place. Forest wraps his arm around the older man, enjoying the feel of Chris in him, and because of the constant contact of Chris penis to his prostate, starts to shoot his white man fluid all over his abdomen, moaning loudly and Chris is wondering if the neighbours can hear the boy. The sight is too much for Chris and around 20 seconds later Chris feels his nuts tightening, his orgasm building and he knows he should pull out but he’s so fucking weak, he’s so caught up in the moment that all his sense of reason and awareness is evaporating and soon after he’s shooting his spunk in the young man, crying out with each spasm his organ makes. When he settles down his brain begins to function again and he’s muttering “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit” and he frantically pulls out at which point Forest whimpers “AAAHHHahhhhh!” because of the suddenness of Chris’ removal. “I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry”. Chris leans down and kisses the boy passionately, and then ends things with a few chaste pecks and collapses on top of him in a euphoric high. “I’m not crushing you aren’t I?” Forests laughs and says no. He laughs some more and soon his laughing turns into silent sobbing and Chris draws back, looking at him with such intense concern. “What is it?— I didn’t hurt—was it too much—fuck I never should’ve rushed into— He gets up and pulls the boy to him. “What is it?” “It just—it felt good—great, I liked it a lot.” “Then what’s with the tears?” Chris asks, trying to wipe them away with his knuckles. “Idk, I just feel—i feel good but….I feel like I’m feeling so many things at once [sobs]… and it’s causing me to [sobs]…..” “Shhhhh, it’s okay, it’s okay I get it. It’s totally normal when you have such an intense release, plus it was your first time—I get it bud, I get it” [Chris hugs him and rubs circles in his back] They stay like that for a while, hugging each other. Eventually they both get up and clean themselves off and go to the shower. Chris washes the boy thoroughly, spending extra attention with washing his ass and front, then he bathes himself and they both exit the shower and heads back to forest’s room. In the midst of drying off they hear Ashton yell…. “FOR?!?, CHRIS?! , where are you guys, and why’s the damn garage door open? [Ashton is running up the stairs now calling out both their names] [They both look at each other wide-eyed] To be continued.