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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 e-mailed 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 illustration was entirely new to me, I'd have to start from scratch, which would at least double the time needed to complete the three works.

Bullshit, but convincing bullshit.

Convincing enough for him to come back with a 'yes'.

It turned out, though, that they wanted six paintings done of the two of them in flagrante with the total cost payable running to twenty grand.

Twenty grand, I ask you!

Twenty big ones for what would basically be a month's work once I'd completed my sketches of the two of them doing the deed in the bridal suite after exchanging their vows.

Whatever my artistic tastes when it came to painting love-making, this was the sort of job I simply couldn't refuse.

Once all the paperwork had been drawn up and signed, the happy couple came to see me in my studio so we could go through the logistics of the evening and I could make some preliminary sketches showing the aspects of their intimacy they wanted each painting to depict.

Most straight couples are fairly predictable on that score. They want a painting of their foreplay and then two depicting their first wedded sex – one a tender embrace full of romance and devotion, and the second showing their excitement and passion during the throes of their joint orgasm.

How much nudity they want in the paintings varies depending on the couple and what they intend to do with the artwork. If a painting is to go above the mantelpiece, tastefulness and subtlety are the key requirements. Arms and legs are cunningly positioned and bedsheets casually draped to conceal anything too graphic for public display.

Some couples, on the other hand, want to keep their pictures hidden away from prying eyes and in those cases the request can be rather more explicit.

The grooms of such pairings usually like their penises to be depicted as large and virile: the shaft thickened and veiny and the head a polished dark purple like an opulent gemstone. They want me to show their brides kissing and licking their extravagant manhoods, as if finally relishing the feast of dribbling precum that they had so ardently longed for during the chastity of courtship. Then they want me to paint them heroically claiming their prize with their huge phalluses buried deep between their new wives' quivering legs. They unfailingly approve of the way I gratuitously emphasize whatever masculine features they bring to the bed: the way their testicles swell and protrude as if heavy with their seed, and how their bodies appear so lithe and muscular as they tense and flex and achieve their longed-for release.

Aside from a few rare cases it is the males of the couples who have been the ones to request the most graphic and carnal scenes from my brush; the brides, in contrast, prefer to be illustrated less emphatically than men. They ask to appear smooth and curvaceous, their feminine sexuality made to appear indistinct and submissive, and some even demand to be enveloped in a sheen of soft focus.

I wasn't sure what Adam and Stephen would expect from the six paintings they'd commissioned from me.

They called into my studio on their way home from work, and what struck me first was the sheer size of the two men. They were both imposingly tall and well-built, although neither had the slightest suggestion of fat, and they presented a very handsome couple, turning up smartly attired in their expensively tailored suits. Adam was older than Stephen and had made his money in banking, and at first they gave a stronger impression of being business partners rather than romantic ones.

Their formal attire and meticulous manners made me wonder if they would request mainly artistic depictions of how their marriage was to be consummated. I was anticipating a careful use of shading and lighting to obscure the two sets of male genitals on my subjects, and presenting their more intimate moments with ambiguity so that their intercourse was merely hinted at rather than announced.

As they sat down in front of my desk, Adam, the larger of the two men, explained that the paintings would be deeply personal mementos of their special day to be shown only to other like-minded gay couples who had similar marital artwork they were willing to share.

"So these aren't paintings you'll be showing to your... er... respective parents?" I asked. I usually say 'grandchildren' at this point but that didn't seem wholly appropriate.

"Oh, absolutely not," Adam replied. "We'd like them to be a... well... very honest and frank record of our first night together as two married men."

He glanced at his young fiancé Stephen who nodded and smiled his agreement. "That's right," he beamed over at me. "We'd like our excitement and intimacy to be shown in all its glory."

"And if you don't mind me asking... will you be masturbating one another... enjoying oral sex...?"

Adam nodded. "We'll have foreplay, yes, and then move onto full intercourse."

"I see... full intercourse..." I muttered, making a note on my pad.

"Yes, of course. We'll be having full intercourse together."

"And do you want a painting of you both like that... showing the two of you actually bumming?"

Adam's face scrunched into a hostile glare. "Bumming is a very outmoded word, Michael. It's actually highly offensive."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," I muttered, feeling myself blush deeply. "I was in the navy many years ago... we called it bumming when our crewmates sneaked off for... you know..."

"Anal sex?" Stephen smiled. As well as being younger than Adam, he had a lighter complexion and seemed a little shy as if used to letting his partner speak for him.

"That's right," I agreed, managing to regain some of my composure. "So it's not... er... done that way these days, is it?"

"Yes, we do it that way," Stephen nodded. "Anal sex is very important to us. We just prefer to call it 'making love' because that's what it is."

"Yes, indeed. And you want yourselves painted... er... making love like that?"

I wondered why I was finding this so uncomfortable. With straight couples this preliminary conversation usually feels far less forced; sometimes I even manage to inject a bit of humour.

"Of course we do," Adam replied, his expression softening again. "We've talked about it and we're both keen for you to show us consummating our marriage to the full extent."

"It will be a very special moment," Stephen agreed. "The physical joining of our bodies is the most beautiful part of our love-making."

That's hardly how I would describe it, I thought to myself. It never looked that beautiful when I saw blokes shagging below deck.

Adam read my misgivings and threw me an irritated glare. "Come on, Michael - this can't come as a surprise! When two men get married one surely expects them to spend at least some of their wedding night copulating anally?"

"I didn't like to assume," I stammered. "So which of you will be taking the... er... dominant role?"

I had expected Adam to pompously inform me that he would of course be performing the duty of the groom. That he would be taking his betrothed up the aisle, first during the ceremony and then more strenuously in the bedroom.

But no. It seemed I was mistaken in how things worked when it was two men doing it.

"You really are very old-fashioned in your ideas, Michael," Adam harrumphed. "Like most gay men these days, we intend to finalise our nuptials both ways. Two stage consummations are now the established practice for same-sex couples, or so I understand."

"Oh I see," I gulped. I was going to have watch the two of them taking turns to take each other up the aisle.

"Adam will mount me first," Stephen announced cheerfully, apparently pleased that his butt would be at the top of the menu. "Then, a little later on when we're ready to conclude our love-making, we'll change places so that I can pleasure him."

They smiled at each other. This had been discussed in some detail.

"And what... er... position will you be adopting?" I asked. Was 'position' the right word? Now I was getting nervous of saying anything.

Adam explained, "We'll be penetrating one another from behind... both kneeling and facing forwards. It's the classical homosexual configuration and you're no doubt familiar with it from your days in the navy."

I shook my head. "Not really... I never saw men kneeling to do it. The men I happened to walk in on were always standing up."

"Well, we plan to enjoy intercourse in the traditionally gay position. There's a long and rich history of men joining sexually like that."

"Really?" I asked. I'd never thought of homosexuality as having a history - long, rich or otherwise.

"Oh absolutely," Adam nodded. "We actually have a piece of Greek pottery showing a young artisan bending to receive a companion from behind. We'll feel very proud to have you paint us indulging together in a similar way."

"It's also our favourite way of making love," Stephen told me with a confiding smirk. "So it seems doubly fitting that we... er... arrange ourselves like that for our wedding night paintings."

"It used to be called 'doggy style' in my day... is it still?"

"Sometimes, yes," Stephen agreed, before adding, "but we don't just want you to paint us... you know... the front guy on all fours and the back guy upright with his hands on his hips. We don't want this to look like the sort of gay sex you'd see scrawled as graffiti..."

"What appealed to us about the examples on your website," Adam cut in, "was the way you paint heterosexual love-making showing such vigour... such fervour. We want you to capture us like that... even though we both face forwards and make love anally, we want you to convey the same eroticism and energy..."

Stephen laughed, "We might both face forwards but we can still kiss and caress!"

"We'll discuss the specifics a little later," I informed them. "First let's establish the basics. Most importantly, do you want me to include your penises? I can compose the painting in such a way to avoid showing your genitals..."

Stephen giggled, "Actually... can we call them our cocks? 'Penises' sounds too... I don't know... like we're in a science lesson!"

"Of course," I nodded. "So do you want me to paint your two cocks?"

"Yes, our penises have to be shown as flagrantly erect and really pounding with excitement," Adam nodded. "Our desire for each other and desperate impatience to make love with each other, has to be immediately obvious."

"So you want them fully visible? No shadow play or strategic placing of bedsheets...?"

"Certainly not," Adam asserted. "We brandish our two fully aroused manhoods with passion and pride."

I smiled. "A lot of grooms ask that I'm a little generous in my use of paint when I come to paint their passions and prides!"

Adam looked over at Stephen who giggled like a teenager.

He asked, "How generous?"

"A twenty percent increase in size is flattering while remaining natural-looking."

Now Adam laughed too. "I don't think there'll be any need for that, Micheal. You'll find that we're both very large men with extremely well-developed genitals. My erection in particular will require a very lavish use of paint!"

I chuckled. How many times had I heard how massively endowed a groom thought himself only to find myself squinting to find it come the conjugals?

I said, "Well, I'll judge it as we proceed. Sometimes just a little extra length or girth can greatly improve the balance of a piece."

"No really," Stephen insisted, still giggling. "We're both well-hung already and we don't want the paintings to look ridiculous. The friends we might share these with would shriek with laughter if you show the two of us cavorting around with a huge pair of donkey dicks!"

Adam added, "I think the most important point is that you're candid in showing what it is we're doing with our cocks, Michael. We're consummating our marriage using each other's backsides and that's something we're neither shy nor embarrassed about."

"We express our love anally and we make no secret of that," Stephen affirmed. "Pretty much everyone who gets to see these paintings would be surprised if they didn't depict us enjoying penetration on the night of our wedding."

"So... yes... we want to see very clearly that our cocks are inserted into each other's rears. Don't feel you have to shy away from that at all!"

"I see," I nodded, making a note on my pad. So much for my hope that they were going to opt for the more discreetly-posed depictions of their same-sex coitus.

Stephen took up where his fiancé had left off. "I also think it's important to show how much the man being penetrated is enjoying receiving his husband's excitement."

"In what way?" I asked.

"So when I'm taking Adam up my bum, I want you to show that my own cock is also extremely aroused - really swollen and raised high - from the pleasure of having my husband inside me."

"Same for me," Adam agreed. "When I'm receiving, I want my cock to show how much I'm enjoying the consummation!"

I nodded. So the groom getting fucked brandishes a whopping great hard-on! I hadn't really thought about that.

I wondered whether the blokes on the ship I'd seen bending over to be bummed had also been running boners under their bellies. I rather doubted it.

Adam offered further instruction about how they wanted their intercourse portrayed. "Whether we're giving or receiving, you'll find that neither of us is in any way passive! I want you to show us sweating and flexing and working together as we help maximise each other's pleasure. That's how we make love - it's very much a co-operative endeavour in which we're both extremely energetic participants!"

It suddenly struck me that painting two gay men might prove more interesting than I'd supposed. My initial thought on this was that I'd stick to my tried and tested formula, portraying one guy – probably Adam – as more masculine and muscular, the way grooms so often like to see themselves painted, while giving the other the softer qualities of the typical blushing bride. Painting both partners as assertively male would offer the sort of challenge I hadn't had in years.

"What about your balls?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, I suppose they're pretty passive," Stephen conceded. "They just sort of hang down... bob around a bit..."

"No, I mean, how do you want them painted?"

"Oh... I see," Adam muttered. "We didn't give much thought to our balls... what do you think, Steve?"

While Stephen pondered, I told them, "Some men regard them as ugly and want the focus to be on the cock... I reduce the testicles to mere bumps, largely concealed within the pubic bush."

"No, I don't want that," Stephen argued. "We're both men and we have two pairs of very visible bollocks dangling between our legs. Why try to hide what's a biological fact?"

"Yes... paint them as they are," Adam agreed. "No... actually, why not exaggerate their size? We're horny as hell for each other so show them as heavy and swollen with all the seed they're about to shoot out..."

"I thought you said you were already very well-endowed," I reminded him.

"We both have very large cocks," Adam informed me. "Our balls are... well... rather more average... wouldn't you agree, Steve?"

"Yeah, it'll be nice to see them a bit bigger than they really are!"

I made a note to embellish the size of their testicles.

"I think I'll enjoy seeing myself wielding a huge pair of knackers!" Adam laughed. "Yes... show them as really large and distended... full of semen ready to be discharged up into my new husband's rear!"

Stephen turned to him and smiled. "Aw, sweetheart... that's beautiful..."

I said, "Two large pairs of testicles lined up and ready..."

Stephen nodded. "But make sure to accentuate the differences between our nuts... Adam's hang lower, mine are more wrinkled. That goes for our whole bodies, actually... we want you to show that while we're both men, in a lot of respects we're quite physically different."

I made another note on my pad: 'emphasize different aspects of masculine anatomies' and then asked, "Since you've mentioned semen, what are your feelings on how it is depicted? Some of my clients are very eager for it to be shown, others prefer a more... well... sanitized depiction of their love-making."

Stephen smiled. "Again, it's a biological fact that our cocks shoot spunk when we climax. Why shy away from that?"

Adam nodded. "We actually want our semen to play a major role in the post-orgasm painting we have in mind."

"Oozing from our cocks, of course," his partner chuckled, "but also splashed across our bodies and dribbling from our bottoms."

"Dribbling from your bottoms?"

"Yes, to show that our marriage has been fully consummated... that we've climaxed up inside each other and that our releases were powerful and abundant."

"So you want a lot more semen in the painting than two men would ordinarily be able to produce?" I asked, intrigued by the idea. I'd never been asked to make spunk such a prominent feature of the paintings, even by couples for whom procreation was the chief objective of their marriage.

"Oh, absolutely," Stephen nodded enthusiastically. "We want you to really emphasize that we're covered in each other's seed."

"It's a symbolic thing," Adam agreed. "Like the exchanging of vows."

"Okay," I nodded, jotting another note. I'd never really thought of it like that.

"And we want it to be thick and creamy, " Adam went on, "and really viscous and frothy as it oozes out of our bums."

"Gosh, this is going to be a very interesting composition!" I smiled at the pair. "I confess I'm rather looking forward to getting stuck in!"

Immediately regretting my choice of phrase, I cleared my throat and went on, "So... what about your... er... bottoms? How do you want me to show them?"

Women are usually unequivocal about this: no frontal shots of the female pudendum, and if the groom wants penetration to be represented, the viewpoint must be framed in such a way so that only the shaft of the penis and the swell of the testicles are seen.

"As our consummation is to be anal, we'd like our openings to be depicted in detail ," Adam asserted. "We'd also request that you show both of us as fully dilated, even during foreplay."

"Fully dilated?" I queried. Did that mean what I thought it meant?

"Yes... er... splayed and receptive," Adam clarified. "Shown to be moist and... well... a little swollen, I suppose, with the muscular ring gaping open for each other."

"Gaping...? By how much?" I asked.

Stephen chuckled. "As wide as each other's penises, of course. To suggest that we're ready to receive each other's bodies into our own."

"Which, of course, we will be," Adam added with a smirk of his own.

"It's about us being sexually responsive to one another," Stephen explained. "Not only are our penises aroused by our sexual connection, but our anuses are also shown to be... well... in a state of intense excitement."

I considered that for a moment before admitting, "I've never actually painted an anus... and until this moment it has never occurred to me that they could be anything more than... well... a hole..."

Adam smiled and explained, "They come in a broad array of different shapes and sizes, Michael. Ours are both full and large from many years of receiving each other. You won't need to exaggerate very much when you come to paint our puckers!"

I smiled back and nodded eagerly. This project was turning out far more interesting than I'd assumed. Painting the two of them as aroused and eager to penetrate while at the same time portraying their mutual willingness to receive one another would allow me to explore an aspect of eroticism that up until now had passed me by.

Feeling increasingly pleased that I'd followed my wife's advice and had accepted these two men's commission, I decided to move things on to a part of the preparation which some couples find more embarrassing than others.

"As I explained in my e-mail," I began, "I normally ask my clients to undress a little - perhaps down to underwear if they're willing - so they can arrange themselves how they'd like me to paint them. I don't insist... I can make all the preliminary sketches based on -"

"No, we're very happy to undress," Adam interrupted and they both stood up to start taking off their jackets. "It will be useful to show you by example how we'd like to be depicted in each of the paintings we've agreed on."

Stephen nodded. "Especially since you're so unfamiliar with how things work when it's two men who are celebrating their connubials!"

I chuckled and got up from behind my desk so I could gesture them through to my studio in the adjacent room. I used to paint family portraits in here but when it became more lucrative to specialise in wedding night art, I sold off the couch and the lighting rig to make way for a bed-sized leather bench sofa.

After showing them the rack on which they could hang their clothes, I described how this part of the process normally works.

"The idea is that you use this sofa to serve as your marital bed. Take me through each of the six paintings, showing me exactly what you have in mind, and I'll sit myself down here and make drawings of how you want each piece to look."

"Isn't that what you'll do in our wedding bedroom?" Stephen asked.

"Well, yes... but here I can keep interrupting you and querying things so that I'm absolutely sure I'm depicting your love-making as you want me to."

Adam nodded, sitting down on the edge of the sofa to take off his shoes and socks. "Obviously, on the night itself, you won't interrupt us at all while we're enjoying intimacy together on our wedding bed...?"

"That's a given... it'll be like I'm not there."

"What... so you'll just be sketching quietly in the corner of our bedroom?" Stephen asked as he took off his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. "And we just make love as if we're there on our own?"

"That's the idea," I agreed. "I get on with doing my thing... you get on with doing yours!"

Stephen smiled, removing his shirt to reveal a surprisingly well-defined chest and washboard stomach.

I admired his impressive physique, no doubt borne from many hours spent in the gym, before continuing, "So it's best for you to let me know at this stage which particular... er... activities you'd like me to paint. I can then watch out for them in the wedding bedroom and refine the sketches I make now to include the little details specific to the night itself."

Adam stood up to undo his tie so he could start unbuttoning his shirt. "So we don't have to follow a pre-agreed plan of who does what when?"

"Of course not. If it feels right in the heat of passion for you to do something spontaneous, I'll continue sketching your bodies and faces but I won't depict the sexual acts themselves."

"We both really enjoy anal masturbation," Stephen smiled. "But... yeah... we don't want a painting of us doing that to each other."

"Anal masturbation?" I asked. "I suppose that's the gay equivalent of vaginal fingering...?"

"It's frigging each other's butt-holes," Adam replied curtly. "The clue's in the name."

"We're likely to finger each other a lot as part of our foreplay," Stephen went on, pulling off his shoes and socks. "It's very loving and sensual."

"It just seems quite feminine," I mused, aware that I might be again straying into dangerous waters. "Your sex up until now has struck me as overtly masculine which is something I'd like to explore in my paintings. Fingering each other seems at odds with that..."

"Anal masturbation is incredibly masculine, Michael," Stephen chuckled. "Bums might be holes but that's probably their one and only similarity with vaginas!"

"Well, okay," I nodded. "It just strikes me that if you're being fingered, you're sort of playing the part of a woman."

Stephen laughed, pulling down his trousers, "I love having my bum cuffed, but I'm definitely all-man, Michael! As you can see from the front of my underpants, I've got all the bits to prove it!"

It looked like Adam hadn't been exaggerating his fiancé's assets: Stephen's white briefs certainly were bulging with what looked like a hefty cock curving downwards between the twin mounds of his nuts. Painting him as the receiving partner brandishing a very large organ of his own was going to be very interesting!

Adam snorted, undoing his belt and fly. "Our anuses are in no way the equivalents of vaginas. They look different, smell different and are intensely attractive in their own particular way!"

"Just because I like the feel of Adam fingering me," Stephen smiled, "doesn't mean I have to act like a woman when he does."

"Yes, I get that," I nodded. "I suppose what I'm saying is that I expected the focus of your love-making to be on your cocks... when describing the way you have intercourse, for example, you framed your enjoyment in terms of how large and excited your erections grow when you're inside each other."

"The focus is on our cocks," Adam replied, pulling off his own trousers to reveal an impressive mound of his own straining the front of his tight light blue shorts. "While we frig each other off, we don't forget about what a man has out front! We stroke each other's shafts, we lick and suck the helmets... masturbating each other anally while we do it just enhances the pleasure we get from our cocks."

"Forgive me," I smiled at him, now quite fascinated at the prospect of seeing these two large and well-endowed men having sex together in their various ways. "Like I told you, all of my experiences of gay sex are from my time in the navy. The men on the ships were not so... shall we say... responsive to one another."

"Is that how you imagined we'd do it?" Stephen smiled. "One of us just bending over and the other one doing him up the dumpster?"

"I suppose I did," I admitted. "On the ship, sex between crewmen was a very stark affair. Men would just couple up somewhere quiet and do it standing upright, one behind the other. It was sex for release, nothing more nothing less."

"Didn't they even undress?" Adam asked.

"Not that I saw. The guy in front pulled the back of his trousers down to bare his flabby bum, the guy behind would pull his hard-on out through his fly and work it up him."

"Imagine if you did me like that," Stephen laughed across at his future husband. "Standing up in our wedding suits... you with your dick out through your zipper working it up my bared butt!"

I chuckled. "I think that would make for quite an interesting painting, actually! It has a certain crude allure..."

"Were you never tempted yourself by the crude allure of your shipmates' flabby bums?" Stephen smirked with a wink.

"I'm afraid not," I chuckled. "I never saw the appeal of using another man's bum, if I'm being totally honest. My right hand was always appealing enough."

"Do you think you can make us look appealing using each other's bums?" he asked as he hung his trousers up. His buttocks were squat and solid in the back of his briefs. It would be very interesting to paint such an manly bottom with the broad girth of another man's penis emerging from between its cheeks.

"I'm sure I can," I replied. "You're a very attractive couple and, even though I'm clearly unfamiliar with gay sex, I'm quite fascinated about what you've told me about your love-making. I hope that doesn't sound too patronising..."

"It really doesn't... it's incredibly flattering, actually. We were a bit worried when you said you'd never painted a gay wedding night, so -"

"You know, I'm sure this will work a lot better if we're naked," Adam cut in. "You're going need to know how we look sexually to be able to give detail to some of the poses we want you to paint..."

"I've done this many times before... I know how to use a bit of artistic license..."

"For example, we want a painting of me rimming Stephen. How will you depict that if you don't know how hairy he is between his buttocks... the colour of his anus...?"

"Rimming him? What does that mean?"

"It means I lick his bottom. I get his opening slippery so he can receive my cock."

"You lick Stephen's bottom?" I queried. Had I heard him correctly?

"Yes, we'd like a painting of his splayed backside with my face craning in towards it and my tongue reaching for the bullseye, as it were."

I looked at Stephen to check I was understanding this. He grinned broadly at me - I probably looked stupidly shocked - and then explained, "It's a really important part of the set. It shows my husband preparing the opening through which our marriage is about to become lawful and proper."

Oh my god, I thought. I had no idea that gay guys did stuff like this. The blokes on the ship had never licked each other's cackers, that's for sure.

"Well, yes, okay," I manged to splutter. "I've never been asked to paint anything like that before!"

"Will you be able to do it?" Stephen asked. "I mean, will you be able to make it look like a beautiful moment?"

I floundered trying to find something encouraging to say. A beautiful moment? One bloke licking another's arsehole?

Stephen smiled indulgently, amused that I looked out of my depth. "Michael... this is the most intimate thing two men can do together. It shows our love and trust... that's why we want it painted."

I nodded. "Well, perhaps you're right and the two of you do need to be naked. If I'm to show your anatomy so graphically, I'll need to see exactly what it is I'm painting!"

Adam pulled down his shorts to release an eye-catchingly huge floppy cock and two low-hanging balls. As he hitched his underpants off over his feet, he said, "I'd prefer it if you describe our paintings as erotic rather than graphic, please Michael."

When I through him a querying look he smiled as he hung them up. "Graphic implicitly suggests 'pornographic'. We want you paint us sexually - unambiguously so - but the overall effect has to remain erotic rather than venturing into the pornographic."

"Of course," I agreed. "I don't paint porn."

Stephen yanked his briefs off to reveal a cock which was slightly smaller than his fiancé's, though not quite as flaccid. His balls bulged outwards more than Adam's and were held more tightly in his scrotum. The two men stood together, smirking at each other that they were now naked in front of me. Then Adam leaned in for a kiss and they chuckled together as they puckered their lips out for a smooch.

"You make a rather lovely couple," I surprised myself by saying. "You'll be very interesting to paint together... you're both muscular and yet you're so different in build and stature."

They were both buff and toned - clearly they were both regulars at their local gym - but Adam was a much bulkier man than Stephen. He had a larger frame which made him solid and beefy, while Stephen was slim and athletic with more of a swimmer's physique. They made the ideal subjects of my first gay paintings as I could draw out their contrasting features to make their sex more vivid and personal.

"We thought our first painting would be of us frotting," Adam instructed me. "I'm guessing that's a new one on you too...?"

"Well, yes... but please do enlighten me!"

"Frotting is when two men make love with their cocks," Adam explained, getting onto the sofa to pretend it was their nuptial bed. "We frot together... often very strenuously and noisily... as part of our pre-penetrative foreplay."

"What do you mean, you make love with your cocks?"

I was by now finding this extremely engrossing!

"We rub them up against each other," Stephen explained, getting onto the sofa and kneeling upright face-to-face with Adam. "It's how some gay men make love and achieve climax... those who don't go in for anal."

"Some gay men don't go in for anal?"

"Yeah, some men don't believe in it," Stephen smiled.

"Don't believe in it? They don't believe you can push a dick up a butt?"

"No," he laughed, "they don't believe that the bum should be involved in sex. To them, it's for shitting through and the cock is the only organ of male sexual expression."

They grinned together and leaned in for another kiss. Their cocks curved downwards in front them - Stephen's still slightly more excited than Adam's - and I found I understood the point of view of those gay men who preferred to exclude anal sex from their love-making.

Stephen and Adam looked absolutely stunning, kissing as they giggled together with their two large organs gently rubbing into each other. This was indeed an intensely erotic spectacle and I felt I might have preferred it if their love-making had kept this face-to-face focus, this cock-centred sensuality, throughout.

Adam turned to me, "So on our wedding night, we'll kiss and caress on our bed until we've both developed full erections. Then we'll start vigorously frotting them together and -"

"You mean, thrusting them upwards?"

"Yes, with the back of the heads rubbing together... that's why it gives us such pleasure."

Stephen smiled across. "We want you to paint us like this... holding onto each other with our cocks arching upwards between us..."

"Kissing, obviously?"

"Yeah... and smiling as we look into each other's eyes..."

I started my first sketch, outlining their two bodies kneeling face-to-face. I accentuated Adam's larger, chunkier frame and his broader chest and thighs, and I drew out Stephen's gym-pumped musculature while keeping his general build more lean and slender.

"How do you want your buttocks?" I checked. "Squat and chunky?"

"Is that how they look for real?" Adam asked.

"Yes, but I can further emphasize their roundness... have the light play on them so they look really full and bulging."

"Aw yeah!" Stephen laughed. "Give us two hot bubble-butts!"

"Your bottoms are handsome as they are," I assured them, not wanting to suggest that my two clients' rears weren't already pleasant on the eye. "I'll just draw out their natural roundness... give them a slight sheen to show how solid and firm they are."

"I think for symbolic reasons they should look ripe and swollen," Adam decided. "We're about to gorge on each other's backsides - both literally and figuratively - so they've got to be juicy and delicious... tempting us to enjoy them to the full!"

"You're making me get a hard-on!" Stephen grinned at his betrothed. "All this talk of your juicy butt... so ripe and delicious... wait until I get you home!"

Adam laughed and I noticed that Stephen's organ was indeed growing longer and thicker and starting to rise up from his nuts. His cock now looked much bigger than his future husband's, and it was clear from how much it was growing that when fully aroused he was going to be quite stunningly endowed.

"Forgive my fiancé's... er... indiscretion," Adam smiled across at me. "My behind quite often has that effect on him!"

"Erections are quite common during the preliminary sketches," I smiled back. Couples were usually in their underwear for this part of the process, but the husband-to-be's briefs or boxers were very often tenting prominently upwards. "It actually makes the drawings more accurate."

Stephen's cock continued growing larger and stiffer until it was standing fully upright with its deep red head exposed. It was breathtakingly long and thick and, as groom-to-be's hard-ons go, it really did look quite magnificent.

He blushed self-consciously but I just grinned and shrugged, more amused than surprised. It did occur to me, however, that this was the first time in my life that I'd seen a man develop an erection thinking about another man's bum.

"Let me just sketch it while it's... shall we say... fully charged," I muttered, taking care to accurately render the slight veininess of the shaft and the domed bluntness of the large bloated helmet. "Turn it this way a little... yes! That's it!"

Adam did his best Austin Powers impersonation, calling out, "Aw yeah... work it, baby!"

Stephen laughed, losing his inhibitions and pushing his hips out towards me. With Adam and I both egging him, he swivelled his large hard-on left and right so I could fully record its resplendent shape and fine texture.

"I never modelled my dick before," he giggled, as I completed what I had to admit was a very attractive drawing of a very attractive cock.

I showed him what I'd drawn and he gasped with delight. "Oh my God, Michael! That looks better than the real thing!"

I thanked him for the encouragement and then returned to the matter at hand. "Could you show me how your cocks would normally be positioned when you do your... what do you call it.... frotting, is it?"

"Kind of like this," Stephen said, and grabbed Adam's floppy manhood to direct upwards so that the backs of their two shafts were pressed together. "We work them together with our hips..." He held both cocks in his outstretched fist, struggling to hold their broad girths, and then bucked his hips back and forth to show me how they enjoy their foreplay. "We go faster and faster... really pounding each other and making our bed creak like you wouldn't believe!"

Adam started thrusting too and they laughed as they frotted with his large but floppy organ. It was fascinating to see men having sex like this and it occurred to me that if I'd known such a thing was possible when I'd been in the navy, I might have suggested getting together with one of my hornier mates so we could go at it cock-to-cock.

Then Stephen giggled, "I've never done this with you when you've been limp... it feels just too weird!"

"Your arms will need to be higher around each other's waists," I told them. "You're reaching for each other's bums... no doubt that's how you do it at home... but if you want your buttocks to be shown as round and plump, your hands will need to be well above them."

"Fair enough," Adam agreed, as they raised their arms upwards, "but we're not sure about how we want our cocks to be shown. Stephen's got this idea that you could paint them crossing over each other... forming a sort of X-shape..."

"Representing the union of your two manhoods?" I suggested, rather liking the idea.

"Well, kind of," Stephen nodded. "But I was thinking maybe you could paint two round cushions on the bed behind us so that, with the shafts of our two cocks below them, they would form the shape of a heart between us."

"Oh... I see," I said, not liking that at all.

"It's twee, I know," he laughed at my sudden change of expression. "But if you cast the cushions in semi-darkness so that the effect is quite subtle, it could look really nice."

Adam grinned over at me, seeing my obvious misgivings. "I'd prefer to keep our cocks back-to-back like they are when we frot. But as the opening piece of an otherwise very candid and sexual set of paintings, maybe it'd be nice to have more romance in the first one."

"We could show our parents the first one," Stephen nodded, climbing off the sofa with his big hard-on swaying like the branch of a tree in front of him.

Adam sat down and I noticed that his own thick organ was now a lot firmer than it had been from rubbing up and down against his fiancé's. "Yes, it will be the most tame of the set so we could show it to a wider audience... I doubt I'd want it to show it to my dad, though!"

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