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Artistic touch Of course. He kept himself closely shaved, his skin well moisturized, and slim-bodied. He liked keeping himself well-groomed after all, but with a subtle feminine twist. Going out, there was the barest hint of mascara and lipstick and the clothing he favored was not as butch as his peers seem to like. Nothing blatant. After all, those that picked up on his scant signals would know right away, he was trolling for a hard cock in his mouth, wouldn't they? On the other hand, there hadn't been any seducers lately and it made him frustrated and anxious. He had lately taken to strolling the mostly empty museum rooms and the few remaining open art galleries downtown, amusing himself with fantasies and daydreams. His mind drifted as he slowly and thoughtfully walked from painting to painting and was actually startled when he heard the quiet voice. “What do you think it is?” asked the low hushed voice, almost a whisper. He cleared his throat as he turned to see who was talking. “Well, it might be...” he froze in place. The older man stood actually very close, close enough to feel his body heat in fact. His smile was electric, not hidden but rather framed between the greying moustache and the trim beard. “Might be...?” “I'm...I'm still learning about Art,” he said softly. “In the eye of the beholder they say,” the older man offered. “Right, right.” As he watched, the older man looked around the empty room and then let his hand smooth the front of his trousers. “Like so many things, don't you agree?” He watched the man's fingers intently. Forefinger and middle finger separated and seemed to outline a longish, thick shape. It made him inhale deeply as if he could smell the older man's musky sex. “Yes...umm, yes, you're right.” The older man again looked around the room and stepped a little closer. He took a deep breath and reached out his hand. “You could be a model yourself,” he said. Without hesitation his fingers brushed lightly over the younger man's upper thigh, as if feeling the material of his pants eliciting a shiver. “Please...” The fingers dropped away, but the man's face leaned closer. “Nice cock,” he whispered. The younger man trembled at such a public grope. On the other hand, he immediately felt some precum ooze out the make a wet spot on his pants. “His breath came out in a hoarse whoosh, “Wow.”  |
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