-
When I Was A Kid
-
Gay Male / 49
That Velvet Penis Painting
Growing up I had a friend who showed me an art book of pencil sketches of naked men. At the time we didn't know that when someone took art they had to sketch nudes, much less male nudes. But to us it was sex, sketches of naked men, and man penises. I blame those sketches for fixating me on men's penis, not boys. I saw those all the time in gym class. Men penis is what I wanted to look at and I spent a lot of time with that sketch book.
Later on, when we were older and had our bikes we would head on down to the U-Pak-M and the man let us look at the porn magazines. Of course the magazines were of naked women, but there was a magazine of naked men. And that's the one I looked at. The old man noticed, I guess. In any event those naked men were all soft, nothing erect. But they were pictures of naked men and that's what I liked.
The old man showed me this magazine he kept behind the desk. He kept the hard core stuff back there, penetrations, wide open women, and men and erections. Men holding erections, men with erections in their mouths, men with erections in their ass. Black and white, and some in color. When I went through those magazines I always got hard and sometimes I wet my pants. I dreamed of those pictures, especially the ones of a man on a man. I dreamed of being the one on the bottom. Little did I know I was projecting. And one day the old man showed me his erection and he let me hold it in my hand and put it in my mouth and he was nice enough to show me how good it felt in my ass.
Over the years I had several, I won't say many, men who let me worship their penis. I bought and kept magazines and sketches and drawings of naked men and some erotic drawings of erect penises. I still have them and I enjoy them today. But the big thing was when I was mowing lawns for money paying my way through college. I got this client, a man who lived alone. It was a hot summer day and I was working in my cut offs and no shirt and sweating and he offered me something to drink. He let me in the house and showed me around. And their it was, the painting I always knew I wanted but had never seen. A 8 by 10 psychedelic painting, on black velvet, of a hard, erect penis, tight balls and semen dripping down the side.
I had to work hard, show him how much I appreciated his hard erect penis, before he gave me the painting which I still have today. It's really a cheap ass painting he got in Mexico on a trip, probably not more than 25 bucks at the time, but it just has that essence that I like, so I hang it in my room where I can see it and enjoy it. From time to time I've been asked how much I paid for it. A lot considering the lawn mowing and the bedroom time with that man.
Later on, when we were older and had our bikes we would head on down to the U-Pak-M and the man let us look at the porn magazines. Of course the magazines were of naked women, but there was a magazine of naked men. And that's the one I looked at. The old man noticed, I guess. In any event those naked men were all soft, nothing erect. But they were pictures of naked men and that's what I liked.
The old man showed me this magazine he kept behind the desk. He kept the hard core stuff back there, penetrations, wide open women, and men and erections. Men holding erections, men with erections in their mouths, men with erections in their ass. Black and white, and some in color. When I went through those magazines I always got hard and sometimes I wet my pants. I dreamed of those pictures, especially the ones of a man on a man. I dreamed of being the one on the bottom. Little did I know I was projecting. And one day the old man showed me his erection and he let me hold it in my hand and put it in my mouth and he was nice enough to show me how good it felt in my ass.
Over the years I had several, I won't say many, men who let me worship their penis. I bought and kept magazines and sketches and drawings of naked men and some erotic drawings of erect penises. I still have them and I enjoy them today. But the big thing was when I was mowing lawns for money paying my way through college. I got this client, a man who lived alone. It was a hot summer day and I was working in my cut offs and no shirt and sweating and he offered me something to drink. He let me in the house and showed me around. And their it was, the painting I always knew I wanted but had never seen. A 8 by 10 psychedelic painting, on black velvet, of a hard, erect penis, tight balls and semen dripping down the side.
I had to work hard, show him how much I appreciated his hard erect penis, before he gave me the painting which I still have today. It's really a cheap ass painting he got in Mexico on a trip, probably not more than 25 bucks at the time, but it just has that essence that I like, so I hang it in my room where I can see it and enjoy it. From time to time I've been asked how much I paid for it. A lot considering the lawn mowing and the bedroom time with that man.
