The Art of Love

or

The Art Lover in You

Lynnes’ photographs are from http://www.american-buddha.com/lynnes.toc.htm

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Brian let himself into the loft and dropped his bags at the door. He shut the door behind him and waited.

Justin didn’t move from the sofa.

The older man walked over to see if he was asleep.

The blonde was reading.

"Hi, honey, I’m home."

"Hmm…"

Brian reached for the book and stopped when he saw the cover. It was a book on photography. Homoerotic photography judging by the cover art. Justin was the only guy he knew who jerked off to ‘art’ instead of porn. "Horny?"

"Homework."

"Uh-huh." Brian could see the bulge in his pants. And he knew Justin knew he could see it.

"You’re late."

Don’t change the subject, Sunshine. "You’re horny."

"How was your trip?"

"I’m late." I’m horny.

"Did you miss me?"

Yes, I love you, little twat. Brian tossed the book onto the end table and placed the teen’s hand on his crotch. "What do you think?"

"I think you’re gonna poke a hole in your suit."

"Take it off."

"But I have to study," the teen lamented as his hand slipped inside the older man’s pants.

"I’ll help you study."

Justin raised an eyebrow.

Brian quickly removed his suit, tossing each layer over the back of the sofa until later. He pushed the teen back and lifted his legs, pulling Justin’s sweatpants off. He slid down between the boy’s legs, lifting his hips. The older man ran his hands over the smooth mounds, spreading the cheeks to expose Justin’s rosy pucker.

"Hey," Justin gasped when he felt his lover’s breath on his hole. "Don’t I even get a kiss first?"

Brian smirked before pressing his mouth against the opening. He nipped at the sensitive skin, gently sucking and rubbing the wrinkled folds between his lips.

"Ooh… is this…hmm…that’s…Brian…is this… a…ahh…French kiss?"

In response, Brian flicked his tongue against the tight outer ring. Justin keened and the older man continued to press and tease until the little slit widened enough to let him wiggle inside.

"Oh god…please…uh..uhh…fuck…Brian…fuck me…"

Brian groped under the sofa for lube and condoms he knew had to be there. They fucked here often enough. Finally locating them, he lubed his fingers and slipped one into Justin’s ass. He worked it in and out a few times before adding a second, then third.

The teen was wildly bucking against his hand now. "Please …I need…"

Brian removed his fingers and rolled on a condom. "You still need to study, Sonny Boy." He slicked his shaft with lube and sat down, picking up the book from the end table. "Come sit on my lap, little boy, and we’ll look at your picture book."

Justin scrambled over the space between them and straddled his lover. Brian held his cock for the boy to slide down on. They both groaned as the teen roughly impaled himself to the hilt.

Brian willed himself to sit still as he pulled Justin back to settle against this chest. He held up the book, examining the table of contents. "Did you buy this today?"

The feel of Brian’s breath against his neck made Justin moan. Brian took that as a yes. "It was the cover wasn’t it? It made you hard." He balanced the book on Justin’s thighs so he could stroke his cock.

"Brian…"

"How long have you been ‘studying’?"

Two hours and eleven minutes while your plane was delayed. "Don’t know," the teen mumbled. He tried to grind his hips against the other man, but Brian held him still.

The older man flipped to the nude models. "Show me what made you hot." His thumb rubbed over the wet slit of Justin’s cock and the teen cursed. Brian turned a few pages then tapped his long index finger on a photo. "This one?" His finger traced the well-defined back and hips, before rubbing along the firm, toned ass.

Yes, that one. Justin struggled with renewed lust. He desperately needed to feel the cock stuffing his ass fuck him deeper, moving fast and hard inside him like he imagined in that picture.

"Hold the book, Justin."

The boy grudgingly held the book on his lap and was rewarded with more attention to his cock. Brian sped up his strokes, alternately brushing his balls and slit on each pass. Justin couldn’t help thrusting into his hand and was relieved when Brian let him move his hips, pumping in short, impatient strokes. He squirmed around, trying to find the right angle to hit his prostate with each jab.

"Turn the page," Brian ordered. " Show me what else you like."

The jostling made it harder to do, but the teen managed and held it up for Brian to see.

Brian looked at it and chuckled. Although it was more of a deep growl as the boy’s ass clenched around him. "You want me to fuck you like that?" He groaned as Justin moved faster. "Fuck…baby, so…good, so…fuck…" He was so close. The older man struggled to grab his tie from the pile of clothes and wrapped it around Justin’s cock, rubbing the cool silk against the burning skin. "Like that? Is that it? That what you want?"

The added sensation pushed Justin over the edge and he came hard on the pages of the book, wringing the glossy sheets in his clenched fists as he erupted. Several pages were torn from the binding.

The slick tunnel squeezing his cock was enough to set off Brian’s orgasm as well. He pushed deep one last time, holding the boy tightly to him as he came.

The book slid to the floor as Justin quaked. After a moment, he managed to lift himself off Brian’s lap and collapse on the sofa. Brian discarded the condom and cleaned them up the best he could with the damp tie. It was dropped on the book and quickly forgotten.

The older man stretched out over his lover and kissed him long and hard.

Justin sighed as he wrapped around the older man. "We have to go to the bookstore tomorrow," he mumbled drowsily.

"Huh?"

"I can’t return that one to the library."