1. The Paint Job (Part 1)


    Date: 11/30/2019, Categories: Gay, Author: RobertFurlong, Source: LushStories

    With the current fashion for newlyweds to have their wedding night nuptials committed to canvas, I have become familiar with sketching hesitant couples alongside their conjugal beds. Painting such tender moments presents a fascinating artistic challenge and I've developed a reputation for capturing the mood of the marital suite with discretion and sensitivity. What I hadn't anticipated was that, inevitably perhaps, one day the happy couple asking for my services would turn out to be two men. My first instinct was to say no to the two soon-to-be grooms: I really didn't want to sketch two naked men consummating their marriage, one behind the other. It wasn't a matter of principle - simply a matter of artistic taste. I didn't find the joining of two male bodies aesthetically appealing and felt that I wouldn't be able to depict this wholly masculine form of sex with the same sense of intimacy and passion that has earned me so many recommendations from my heterosexual clients. But when I told my wife of my misgivings she was quick to warn me against a flat refusal. "There was a case of a hotel or a cake shop or something," she informed me, "where the owners refused to serve two gay men. They were taken to court and they lost a lot of money through it. You can't discriminate just because you don't agree with something." "It's not that I don't agree with it," I quickly clarified. "What two gay blokes get up to is their own business. It's just that I'm not sure I can paint it how ...
    they'll want it – full of eroticism and intensity." "Come on, Michael!" she laughed. "You were in the navy all those years. Surely you've seen men... you know... enjoying each other's company!" "Of course I have," I nodded. "But I didn't have to paint it." "You must have seen a certain beauty in it - something you could express in your painting." "They were just randy sailors using each other for relief," I shrugged. "Their sex was frantic and functional... nothing like the sensual connection that this couple will obviously want me to show." I'd also never properly watched my shipmates having sex. Those who needed to use such outlets had retreated to the ship's quietest corners to trade their illicit favours. The times I had stumbled across pairs of men with their trousers hitched down, I'd quickly backed away without investigating further. "Well, if you really don't want to do the job, just double your normal price," my wife suggested. "That'll soon put them off." I decided that was an excellent idea and the next day I emailed my reply to the man who'd sent me the request: a man called Adam Cooper, soon to be Adam Cooper-West. Instead of my normal fee for three consummatory paintings, I quoted ten thousand pounds. Surely nobody would be prepared to pay that sort of dosh! Adam queried the price, of course, but I was ready with my answer. With heterosexual wedding night paintings, I could reference the large bank of sketches I'd accumulated over the years. Because this sort of ...
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