Art of Fucking
Ramblin Rose
Blair decided that in his spare time he was going to take some art classes
and the first one he saw to sign up for was a nude’s class. Hey, that
sounded good to him. He signed up and couldn’t wait to start.
Jim asked, “Where you going, Sandburg? I thought you were going to watch
the game tonight.”
“Hey, I have a class.”
“A class? What class?” Jim asked worriedly, wondering if Blair
was already bored with being a cop.
“Hey, it’s just an art class at the community college. I’ve always
been into the art scene, you know?”
“No, I didn’t know.”
“Yeah, I love art. So, I guess I better go before I’m late for
my first class.”
“Have a good class, Chief. Drive carefully on the way home.” Jim
said as he walked him to the door.
The first class was going really well. The teacher came by and
told Blair, "I see that you’ve done this before, right?”
“Yeah, when I was in college a few years back I took some classes.
I loved it.”
“Well, you’re a natural. You might as well just get busy working
on your subject of choice. Usually someone uses their girlfriend or
someone close to them. I’m going to be the only one seeing them, so
they’re safe.” Ms. Dawson said.
“I have an idea for a subject, but he might not be agreeable.” Blair
said laughing and his teacher laughed, too, as she walked away.
Mrs. Donna Dawson had a feeling that Blair Sandburg could successfully
talk his friend into anything he wanted to, if he wanted it bad enough.
He was quite the smooth talker. She smiled at the thought of how he
was going to get those pictures done.
That night when Blair got home, Jim was sleeping on the sofa, in only
his boxers. This would be a perfect opportunity to practice on his
form. So Blair sat on the floor with his pad and pencil and started
drawing Jim. He got his face, his neck, his shoulders, his chest and
then the stomach and then he stopped because he didn’t know what Jim’s cock
looked like. He didn’t want to just put one on it. He wanted
it to be right. He was going to have to walk in on Jim in the morning
before his shower. If Blair was lucky, he could catch him before his
morning ritual when he had a boner. Oh yeah, then he’d have that for
the next stage of the pictures.
Blair gathered up all of his things and put them in his room. He
went back into the living room and covered Jim up with a light blanket.
He never got as cold as Blair did. Jim opened his eyes as Blair was
tucking him in. “Chief, sorry, I was going to wait up. I just
got really tired.”
“It’s okay, Jim. Don’t worry about it. Night.”
“Night, Chief.” As Jim got up, he headed into the bathroom to take a
leak and as soon as he was ready Blair walked in and Jim looked over and
said, “Chief, I hope I’m not in your way.”
“Oh, sorry, Jim. What did you do tonight anyhow?” Blair asked as
casually as he could while taking a look at Jim’s cock from time to time.
Blair realized this might be a stupid idea because Jim said, “Blair, what
the fuck are you doing? Did something happen in class?”
“Yeah, I got scared from a noise coming home and I’m just spooked.”
“Jim took his boxers off and slipped off his robe and said, “Do you want
to sleep with me tonight or are you going to be okay?”
“Thanks, but I’ll be fine now. I just needed to talk a little bit.
Thanks, Jim.”
“Okay, Chief, goodnight.” and Jim walked up the stairs.
Blair practically flew into this room and got his pad out so he could
draw from memory. Holy shit, but Jim had a fine cock.
Geeze, it wasn’t going to be as easy as he had thought. He never thought
he’d like looking at it that much.
He worked on the drawing and got it done pretty much the way he wanted
it and then realized he needed one of Jim with a sleepy cock for this drawing.
Since Jim was sleeping in this one, it would look better if his cock was
lying next to his leg and just resting. The cock that was in the picture
right now was more of a fine standing up cock drawing. He’d give that
a try in the next few nights. He didn’t want to give himself away.
“Blair drew Jim standing up with that nice soft cock for his hand in
project for the week. Jim had no idea that he was the project. When
his teacher called him to stay after he was wondering what he had done wrong.
“Blair, I take it your friend went for it.” Mrs. Dawson asked.
“Actually, he was sleeping, so I just drew from memory.” Blair answered.
“Blair, you really should get his permission before you do this. Don’t
you think?”
“Yeah, I’m going to talk to him when I get home tonight.” Blair said,
actually meaning it at the time. But by the time he walked to his
car, he’d gotten cold feet about the whole thing. When he arrived
at the loft, all lights were off. So Blair took a flashlight, his pad
and pencil and went up the stairs to see if he could get Jim in some kind
of fashion. When he reached the top of the stairs he was shocked. Jim
had the mask on so he didn’t see him, and he had the white noise generator
on which meant he probably had a bad night. Blair worried a little
bit until Jim rolled over toward him and he saw Jim was naked. And sure
enough, he had a nice sleepy cock lying there just waiting to be drawn.
As he sat and drew the picture, he kept thinking maybe he should ask
Jim in the morning but shit, Jim was perfect. He was pure beauty.
Blair found himself getting misty-eyed just thinking about this man.
He stayed up there for about an hour drawing. Blair got about six different
poses outlined, because Jim was sleeping fretfully. When he was done,
he went down and put his things in his room, and then he walked back upstairs
to get Jim under the covers. Jim pulled the mask up and said, “Chief,
you’re late.”
As Blair tucked him into bed, he said, “Yeah, a little late. Are
you doing all right, Jim? I saw the noise generator and was worried.”
“I’m fine, Chief, just needed some good sleep.”
“Sorry I woke you up, man. Go back to sleep.”
“Thanks for tucking me in, Blair. See you in the morning.” And
as Blair stood there Jim pulled the mask back down and he could hear him
going back to the deep sleep breathing he was doing before.
As Blair walked down, he decided that he’d have to talk to Jim about
this, that’s all there was to it. When he got into his room, he shut
the door and turned on the lamp on his desk. He sat and drew for the
next four hours and was in awe. Not only was Jim gorgeous, but also,
Blair realized he could draw him beautifully. He had six drawings completely
done and there wasn’t a bad one among them. He knew that his teacher
was going to be very happy. Who are you kidding, Sandburg?
You have all of these drawings but none with his eyes open. You don’t
have a clue as to how he looks in the eyes when his cock is sleepy.
So, you’re missing a lot. Blair went to bed and tossed and
turned.
The next day at the station when they got back from a bust, Jim had to
go take a shower because he got some chemicals on his skin. Blair went
down with his backpack and walked in and took a look at Jim. Jim didn’t
notice that Blair was watching him, but Blair got to see Jim, naked with
his eyes closed, leaning into the tile as his semi-erect cock hung there.
Feeling really bad, Blair said, “Jim?”
Jim jumped when he heard Blair’s voice and he said, “What’s wrong, Chief?”
“Jim, I need someone to draw for the nudes class, would you mind if I
used you? There's no one else in the locker room.”
“Fine, but make it fast and lock the door. Okay?”
“Thanks, Jim. Blair ran and got his paper and pencil and sat down
and started drawing right away. Jim said, “Do you need me to just hold
still?”
“No, I need you to pretend I’m not here. Just do what you would
do if I wasn’t here.”
Jim leaned his head back down to the tile and soaped up his hands and
ran them over his cock as it became very hard suddenly. Blair was
in heaven. Holy shit, I’m going to have all of the different cocks
that I need for this project. This is great. Blair realized
that Jim was jacking off and he knew he didn’t want to draw that. Or
did he? He was watching Jim’s face. His eyes were closed and
he was throwing his head back and breathing hard. Blair started drawing
as fast as he could. He knew that this wasn’t going to last that long.
As he finished, so did Jim. He came quietly and then leaned into the
shower tile again. “Happy now, Chief?”
Blair got up and said, “This is perfect, Jim. Thanks so much.
You have no idea how hard it is to get someone to be naked in front of someone
else.”
“Yeah, I can imagine. I know that I wouldn’t do it for anyone but you
and since you asked me nicely how could I say no?”
Blair got up and put all of his stuff away and hung his head as he thought
about the drawings he had so far. He was going to have to ask for
each and every one of those. Damn, this was fun until I had to
do the hard part.
On the way home from the precinct, Blair turned to Jim and said, “Jim,
could I ask a big favor?”
“Sure Chief, you know I’d do anything for you.”
This made Blair feel worse. He said, “I need some different poses and
since I have those from the locker room, do you suppose we could do a few
more?”
“What kinds of poses, Chief?”
“Well, I need one of a sleepy cock, one of a semi sleepy cock, both while
lying down and then I need a couple of different ones of you while standing.”
Blair held his breath while Jim thought it over.
“Blair, don’t you think you’d rather draw a woman?”
“Well, I saw the perfect drawing opportunity this afternoon, and we can’t
pass that up. I don’t care if someone is a guy or a girl. I
love both forms.”
“Okay, fine. You just tell me what you need when we get home.”
Jim said with an odd tone in his voice. Blair wondered about it, but
he was worried that it might ruin his project, so didn’t dwell on it.
Once home, Jim asked “so where do you need me?” Blair answered,
“lying on the couch, facing me with no thoughts going through you mind.
I just need a nice sleepy cock.”
Jim took his clothes off and lay on the couch and as he did his cock
slid over to lie on his thigh. It was indeed sleepy. Jim closed
his eyes and tried to think of all sorts of gross things so he wouldn’t
get hard. It was working. Finally, Blair said, “Jim, could I get your
eyes in this drawing. I need to get your eyes.”
“Sure, Chief. He opened his eyes and Blair saw a look of sadness
in his eyes. Why was Jim sad? Why would he have that look
on his face, unless he really hated being drawn?
“Jim, do you hate this? I can stop and get another model.”
“No, it’s okay, Chief. You’re almost done, aren’t you?”
“Well, I need a few more but yeah, I can hurry it up.”
“Okay, what do you want next?”
Okay, could we do some standing ones, of you leaning back over the sofa
and again, we don’t want a firm cock, we want sleepy or semi-sleepy.”
Jim got up and did what Blair asked. Once he had drawn three different
ones, he asked, “Jim, could you turn around so I get your ass on this one?”
“Sure, Chief.” Jim said, again with an odd tone to his voice. Blair tried
not to pay attention so that he could finish his project.
“What else do you need, Blair?” Jim asked, as he stood there naked in
front of Blair.
“I only need a standing hard on one. But that’s only if you’re comfortable
with it.”
Jim leaned up against the bar and started stroking himself. The
whole time, he never took his eyes off of Blair. And Blair knew that
Jim was thinking about him. Well, hot damn, there's hope yet.
“Thinking of me, Jim?”
“As a matter of fact, I am.”
“Good, now just stand there with your cock standing like that.
All by itself and you keep that look on your face. Has anyone ever told
you you’re like a Greek God?”
“No, can’t say as they have, Chief.” Jim said as he started to laugh.
Blair got done as soon as he could and said, “Okay, Jim. I’m sorry
it took so long. Thank you so much for that.”
“Any time, Chief.” Jim said as he walked into the bathroom. Blair
heard the shower come on and could hear heavy breathing and Blair glanced
down and realized he was hard too. Damn, why can’t I help him since
he helped me? Because he’s not into guys, you asshole.
When Blair took his drawings to class, the teacher said, “These are beautiful,
Blair. I’m very impressed and I can’t believe you talked your lover
into doing this for you.”
“He's not my lover, he’s just my roommate.” Blair said.
“Sorry, my mistake.” she said.
Well, Blair took all of the extra ones and was looking at them while
sitting in his car before going home. He realized that the teacher
was right. Jim did look like he was totally taken with him.
Blair took out the ones he had done of Jim while he was sleeping and
decided that he was going to fess up to what he’d done and then maybe he
could relax a little. This whole thing was making him extremely nervous.
When he got home, Jim was sitting at the table and Blair said, “Hey Jim,
I wanted to know if you have time to talk?”
“Sure, Chief, you know I’m always here for you.”
Blair took all the pictures out of his pad and said, “I wanted to tell
you that you were lying there in these pictures and I couldn’t seem to resist
drawing them, but wanted to apologize for it and see if I can rip them up
and forget that I’m an ass.”
“Sure, Sandburg.” Jim said as he started walking up the stairs.
Blair walked up the stairs after him and he turned and said, “I thought
you were done.”
“I am done, Jim. I just wanted to talk to you and see how you’re
doing.”
“I’m fine, Chief. It’s not like you were attacking me while I was
sleeping. Right?”
“No, I would never do something like that, although, I might be tempted.”
Jim looked up at Blair and said, “Why?”
Because I’m an idiot and my teacher had to point out to me that the man
in the picture might be in love with me. She could see it in your
eyes. Then I looked and I saw it, too.”
“And what do you think of that?” Jim asked timidly.
“I’m thinking we wasted enough time trying to pretend that we weren’t
interested. So, I say let's go for it.”
“How do you feel about me, Chief?”
“I think I’m in love with you, Jim. Can you handle that?”
“And how long have you known this?”
“I just figured it out tonight, Jim. I’m a little slow on the uptake.”
Jim crawled into the bed and said, “Wanna share the bed?”
“Yeah, I do. Thanks.” Blair took his clothing off and slid into
the bed with Jim. Jim pulled him into his arms and said, “You sure
of this, Blair?”
“Yeah, I’m sure, Jim. I realized that it’s not just art, it’s fucking
art.” Blair said laughing as he climbed on top of Jim, rubbing their erections
together.
“I love you, Chief.”
“I love you back, Jim. Now let me show you what kind of pose I’d like
now.” And Jim started laughing when Blair said this and said, “You show
me, and I’ll follow.”
Fucking art or art of fucking, it all boiled down to the fact that they
were in love and they were going to be making love.
“Man, Jim, this is going to be like poetry in motion.”
“Recite some to me and we’ll see if it’s good enough for this.” Jim said
with a big smile on his face.
Blair discovered that things would be fine. Not because he didn’t
try and screw them up but because he loved Jim so much and he could tell
Jim loved him back. Life was good.
The end.
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