After leaving the tea to brew, I went back through to the studio to find Adam and Stephen having what looked like very intense sex together kneeling on the couch. They were both upright and facing forwards. Stephen had one arm around Adam's prominent chest, fondling a nipple, while the other was wrapped around the bigger man's cock, gently sliding his foreskin back and forth across the great plum head. They were kissing passionately and Stephen's hips were gently slapping against Adam's big squat buttocks. They looked magnificent together and I stood for a minute admiring the sheer beauty of their love.
Then I went over to sit down in front of them, picked my sketchpad up and started the preliminary drawings to prepare for the fifth piece.
Their bodies seemed more muscular in this pose. Perhaps it was because they were working harder to hold and support each other, but Stephen's biceps and Adam's thighs were bigger and more solid as they moved their bodies in a slow rhythm together.
I outlined their shapes and then said, "If I'd known gay sex could be like this when I was on the ship, I'd have had a try for myself... and I think I would have liked it!"
They kept kissing but they smiled at my comment. Then Stephen pulled his face away from his lover's and said, "You know, Michael... that's probably the nicest thing you could have said to us!"
"So this is spooning, is it?"
"That's what we call it."
"Well, I like it," I said. "I think I can really make this piece work. You both look very masculine and brawny... I can draw that out along with the sense of co-operation that your upright posture lends you."
I started filling in details, noticing that Adam's cock still bore traces of his earlier turn at penetration and making a note to include these in the final piece. Stephen seemed more comfortable to be taking the more active role in their lovemaking than I might have expected and both men obviously greatly enjoyed having sex in this configuration.
Then, as I sketched, I noticed that they were exuding an increasingly pungent smell. I could see from the slippery coating on Stephen's gently thrusting cock where it was coming from and I decided I would risk Adam's irritation by pointing it out.
"Your sex has... if I may say so... a rather interesting odour!"
"It's lovely, isn't it?" Stephen smiled, clearly wallowing in the warm bliss of his steadily quickening fuck. "It's sort of nutty and punchy... it turns me on so much!"
"When I fuck Stephen," Adam said more soberly, "he gives off a vaguely bummy aroma... you could probably hardly smell it. When he fucks me, I kick out a much stronger, meatier odour. Every man has his own fuck-smell. Mine is very rich."
"Well, it's not unpleasant," I mused, thinking that it actually smelled quite arousing. Stephen's bum odour had had my cock twitching in my trousers earlier and now Adam's rowdier stink was having a similar effect.
"I should hope it's not unpleasant," Adam glared down at me, signalling I was getting close to overstepping the mark. "It's the smell of Stephen loving me. It can sometimes get a little... well... earthy... but it's part of our lovemaking and it's something we both savour."
I continued my sketch, drawing in the jutting curve of Adam's gorgeously sturdy buttocks. I wasn't sure why I liked this guy's arse so much, but I had to admit it looked even more captivating with Stephen's thick cock now sliding more hurriedly in and out of it.
"I suppose, what I meant was, that given the origin of the smell, one might expect it to be unpleasant. But it isn't at all... it's actually quite nice!"
"It's not just the smell from my bum," Adam informed me as Stephen's hand started wanking him more quickly. "Obviously that's a part of it, but there are other odours too which contribute to the complex bouquet."
"I didn't mean to be offensive," I said, now sketching the chiselled profile of his chest with Stephen's hand around his protruding nipple.
"And no offense has been taken. The smell of gay anal sex comes from the combination of the two men's sweat, the anal odour of the man being fucked and the cheesier, more acrid aromas of the cock being masturbated out front. Each male pairing has its own unique sexual scent..."
"I suppose anal sex between straight couples is similar..."
"Not really, no. A man's fucked arse has its own distinctly pungent stink. And the recipient's cock being wanked off contributes more to the smell than one might expect... especially when the helmet is as large as mine is..."
I sniffed the air again and smiled, "You know, this reminds me a bit of the smell of the bunk room on ship... it never occurred to me what those guys must have been up to!"
How many times had I staggered to bed at the end of a shift only to find two men apparently asleep in their bunks with this richly musky stink hanging in the air? I recalled quite often discreetly masturbating under my blanket, enjoying the odour left by activities which I had never until now even suspected.
I started sketching Adam's cock, now fully engorged again and with the head a beautiful shiny purple. "Do you want me to paint Stephen masturbating your cock?"
"No, show that my orgasm has been achieved spontaneously."
"And how much of your cock, Stephen, do you want to be shown emerging from Adam's bum?"
"Four or five inches... make the shaft slick and streaky!"
"Aw yeah!" Adam guffawed. "Let our friends know that I give a sloppy fuck! Really layer it on... thick, brown and glistening!"
I decided that, given the rawness and masculine energy I was intending to capture in the painting, giving Stephen's cock a generous coating of Adam's soilage could actually contribute to the passion and power of the piece. It would show how forceful the fuck was, how intense the two men smelled together as they revelled in their rough sex. There was also the underlying theme of intimacy which Stephen had explained to me earlier, but I thought it would be better for this piece to draw out the animal ferocity of male-on-male sex, and so I decided that these men's sweat, precum and even Adam's shit would all play their contributing roles.
I chuckled to Adam, "You know... I stupidly thought you wouldn't enjoy this as much as when you were... well... occupying the back seat!"
He grinned down at me. "No I love it, mate! I've always loved having things shoved up my butt!"
"Oh yes... you told me... you're a big fan of anal masturbation," I nodded, drawing in the fine furrows etched across Stephen's scrotum.
"Exactly," he smiled more broadly. "And I can give you a proper demonstration of that in that solo sitting you mentioned! It'd make a good second painting, wouldn't it?"
