Alan dipped the brush to the ochre again. Something in the background seemed off. He knew it was there. Vaguely. But he.... well, his usual alacrity was dimmed. His subject matter was far from his usual. Not that Alan hadn't painted male nudes before. He had. Many, and often of considerable attractiveness. But this lad was different. He was beautiful. Ned was a 19 year old college freshman looking to earn some beer money. A wrestler, he was shredded. A blonde, cute, lightly tanned jock with a big fat tool hanging down between his legs and a toned set of white buns behind. He was in fact the most perfect creature Alan thought he had ever encountered.
Alan remembered his own college days decades ago when he also made some cash posing nude for artists and photographers. He had been pretty himself. But Ned was beyond that. Alan's own dong was alive yet mercifully well concealed in his pants under his painting smock. He felt incredible desire for this hot- and to all intents, straight -- boy up on the plinth in his home studio. Ned just seemed like one of those straight lads who didn't mind being thought of as an object of desire by older gay guys and would consent to getting his kit off and posing if he was renumerated. Alan almost felt ashamed that he, in his 40s now and while still passably handsome, was no longer the kind of modelling material this kid was.
Ned groaned slightly. He was getting tired. Yes, this has been a long session.
"Ok, Ned. Not to worry. We'll just finish up for the day. There. Well done lad. And thanks of course"
Ned yawned, stretched, his face coming over with an expression of pleasant relaxation. Then he farted.
"Awwh. 'Scuse me, dude. Couldn't hold it." Ned blushed slightly. He was a real lad's lad. He knew Alan was a bit of an old queen, and so he shouldn't act as if he was with his mates where such bodily functions weren't going to offend a sense of delicacy.
"No, you're fine Ned" Alan laughed "I'm not some old dear on a bus"
Ned smiled wryly. He found it amusing that Alan would try and pretend to be all macho around him m especially given the circumstance. He saw in Alan a kind affable older gay man. A really nice guy, who he genuinely liked, but who he also more than suspected would give anything right now to be allowed to get his mouth around Ned's big, chunky man tackle, or even just whack off looking at him. Would Ned have been bothered? Well...it might require some added financial benefits, but yeah, sure. Why not.
"Awh. Dude that was a long one. My knees are aching a bit. You sure I was crouched properly? I mean, did you want my legs spread wider or my butt stuck out further?" he was playing with Alan now.
Alan tried to hold back his embarrassment. When Ned approached him, his efforts failed and his cheeks began to redden.
Ned wandered over to the easel, his big 19year old dick swinging as he came -- ostensibly to look at the canvas. Alan backed away to let him see. He now stood behind Ned, still naked, as the latter regarded the painting. Alan couldn't help but glance down at that beautiful, succulent pair of peaches. His dong was raging.
Ned knew and was in the mood to maintain the play. He pretended to inspect Alan's work closely. He stood with legs spread and gently thrust his ass out further towards Alan.
"Yeh, that's fantastic dude!" said Ned "you really get the detail on my cock and balls sack perfectly" he laughed and so did Alan. Nervously.
"It's ok man, I know you'd really like to get an even closer look. It's no problem. Whatever you're into. I've had gay dudes want to get a flash of my stuff before."
