Dan's Tale - Sunday La Grande Jatte

In 1971 I liked to visit the Chicago Art Institute to enjoy the paintings and the people who visited the collection. I'm Dan, a 58 year old gay guy into art, porn and sex. After all the early 70's was before HIV killed most of my friends. I'm not much to look at being 5'9" and a soft bellied 250. So the bar scene has passed me by. I do have a circle of friends and lovers but I have not added anyone new in some time. Anyhow, on this particular Sunday in May I walked into the gallery with the pointillist masterpiece, Georges Seurat's A Sunday on La Grande Jatte. Like most people I love this painting and have sat with it for hours over the years. I saw a young man sitting on the bench in front of the painting and my gaydar went off. He was young, 19 or 20, thin, about 145, and had long black hair giving him a fem appearance. Just my type. I moved behind him to look over his shoulder to see what he was writing in his notebook. It looked like notes for some sort of essay, no doubt a school assignment. Nothing ventured nothing gained so I spoke to him.

"I see you are studying La Grande Jatte. It is an engaging painting. Did you notice that none of the faces are fully formed? Did you notice how flat all the figures are rendered?

"Why no, but now that you mention it I see what you mean."

He turned to look at me and I saw his lovely face. He was pale and his eyes were smiling. I thought I'll push my luck and see if he'd run off if I sat with him.

"Can I join you an the bench?"

"Sure, have a seat."

I sat down in what might seem too close to him. He did not move away. We chatted about the painting and his assignment. As we talked I moved closer to him and lowered my voice so that we had to touch. I brought my mouth closer to his ear and again he did not move away. This was promising but I did not want to scare him. I figured I'd try to get him into a less crowed gallery and that the classical sculpture would be a good place to test to see how he reached to looking at penises.

"You could compare this painting to classical Roman relief sculpture. Both try to render figures in two dimensions so it is fair to compare Seurat's solution to a Roman master sculptor. There are fine examples in another gallery. Would you like to see it?"

"That seems like a short walk to an A. Lead on."

We walked to the Greek and Roman gallery. As we did so I touched his shoulder to direct him. He did not flinch at my touch and as expected the gallery was empty of other visitors. I knew that the Fragment of a Sarcophagus (Coffin) would have the figures I'd need to move him along and maybe get him to my apartment.

"See how these figures are fully formed. Not only can you see the center figure's penis, you can even see his pubic hair. Look at the figures on the left. It seems that the standing man is holding the seated man's hand. Do you see what I mean? Seurat doesn't have anything like this level of detail."

Did he know where this was going? He seemed naive and was trying to hide his lack of sophistication. "I see what you mean about the detail here that was missing in A Sunday on La Grande Jatte."

I decided to try to get us out of the museum and into my place. I have a large collection of gay porn and a beautiful book that used classic erotic art as window dressing to show an old guy having sex with someone my target's age.

"You seem interested in classic art. I have a book or two on the subject. Of course the books go into more detail about both the art and the social relationships in Greece and Rome. Since both cultures had an open relationship to sex and nudity the books may be too strong for you but if you would like to see them we could go there now."

"But I just met you and don't know your name or where you live."

"That is easily corrected. I'm Dan and I live on Clark St. near the Dearborn "L" stop. Now be fair and tell me your name and where you live."

"I'm Sam and I live near the Loyola "L" stop on the same line as your stop."

We shook hands and I held his hand in mine for a second or two longer than expected. I looked down at his face and he seemed to be considering my offer. I heard the words that told me we going to have a very good time.

"OK. Let's head over to the "L".

We left the museum and walked the three blocks to the train. As we walked I asked Sam about his love life. Sam told me that he had girlfriends in the past, but didn't have one now. I asked if he had any boyfriends and he told me about the guys he played poker with every other week. I figured that his girlfriends didn't give him much sex and that he was clueless about sex with men. If he had any clue that he was moving into a sexual situation then he was hiding it well.

We went down to the trains and when we boarded I directed Sam to a seat so that he was next to the window and I was on his left. I sat so that my thigh was pressed against his leg and put my arm behind his back. Again, no flinching at my advances. Since the train is noisy we sat in silence till we got to my stop. We left the station and I drove the four blocks to my apartment.

I opened the lobby door and as Sam walked past me I couldn't help myself and patted his skinny ass. When we got to my first floor apartment door I opened it and asked Sam to take off his shoes so that I could keep the carpet clean. I figured that if I could get his shoes off at the door he would not run away and that more would come off soon. The shoes came off and he did not notice that I left my shoes on.

"Come on in and have a seat on the sofa. Would you like a Coke or something?"

"Coke would be fine, thanks."

I went into the kitchen and figured that a little rum in the Coke would loosen things up. Sam was where I put him at the right end of my sofa and handed him the drink. He made a little grimace when he drank but didn't say anything about the rum.

"Let me go get the book I promised. While you are looking at it I have some things to do in another room."

I found the book entitled "Roman Art and Life." I looked at it before I brought it out to make sure that it had what I remembered. It sure did. If Sam did not run away when he looked at the pictures of men kissing and cocksucking then I knew this was going to be a great afternoon. I handed Sam the book and left him to explore it.

I went back into the bedroom. I closed the curtains and turned down the covers. I found some lube in the nightstand drawer and put it on top of the stand. I thought about changing my clothes and putting on a robe. If I came out in a robe and Sam did not make a run for the door then I did not have to worry about touching him in a sexual way. So I picked out a long robe and got naked. I waited a few minutes for Sam to pass the window dressing of the text and the erotic wine jugs. When I figured that he was looking at the pictures of the guys deep in gay sex I went back to the living room. There he was sitting where I left him looking at the pictures. Perfect. Here we go. I sat down next to Sam and put my arm around his shoulder.

"What do you think of my book? Do you find it exciting?"

I reached for his lap. He was hard and had a nice sized cock ."I see you do find it exciting."

My right hand moved from his shoulder to his head and I turned his face toward me. "Time to try what the men were doing in the first picture."

"What, throwing javelins?"

"No silly, kissing." I kissed him on the lips. My tongue brushed against his mouth and Sam opened it. Our tongues were dancing and my mouth covered his. I felt him squirming and I just gave his cock a squeeze through his pants. My god, he came just from the kiss and the squeeze. I had a virgin in my arms, a 19 year old virgin who would get hard over and over and cum each time we did something new.

"What an excited reaction. Looks like we have to get you out of these wet clothes."

I stood up and helped Sam stand. His legs were wobbly and he seemed unsteady. Maybe too much rum in the coke or maybe too much anticipation of exciting sex. In either event we moved to the bedroom. I pulled off his tee shirt and unbuckled his pants. I pulled them down and Sam stepped out of them. I took them into the bathroom to dry and when I returned Sam was just standing there, naked and his cock was hard again.

"Look at you. Ready for more." I took him in my arms and kissed him passionately. While we were kissing I took Sam's hand, moved it into my robe and onto my cock. My cock responded to his shy light touch by moving and hardening. I kept the kiss and the tongue action as I moved Sam's hand up and down on my cock. While he did not take any initiative he did not shy away from stroking me.

"Let's get into bed. God but you are a hot one. Here stroke me some more. Would you like to get a closer look at my cock? I'll lie on my back so you can get a better look."

I put my back to the mattress and spread my legs. To get a close look at my cock from this position Sam had to move around my belly. And there he was, this sweet virgin between my legs looking at the first cock he had ever seen in three dimensions. When I'm hard my cock is long and skinny with a mushroom head. Really good for fucking an ass. I wanted Sam to get really close to my cock so I sat up a bit put my hand on his head and pushed him closer.

"Do you hear my cock calling to you, Sam? It is asking you to please kiss me. Kiss the head. Have you ever done this before? No? I thought as much. Just keep kissing and licking. That's right, from the base to the head, lick and kiss. Now my balls. Lick my balls. Are you touching yourself? You are. That is so hot."

Sam was really enjoying having my cock in his mouth. He licked the mushroom head and popped it into his mouth. I could feel him humping his own cock. He was moaning, panting and was careful with his teeth. My excitement was building too. He was really intent on pleasing me. I was at the edge of my control but I knew that if I shot too soon I'd never get to take his virgin ass. I wanted that ass, I wanted to posses him as only a virgin can be possessed by the one who gives him his first fuck. My breath got faster and Sam stroked his cock faster too. As I moaned, Sam moaned too. I sat up again so I could hold his head in in place as I fucked his mouth for just a bit. I wanted Sam to feel what it was like to be fucked so that when the time came he'd be ready.

"Go ahead and cum when you want to. Feel my pleasure run from my brain to my cock and into your mouth. Feel my pleasure in your brain and your cock. Cum for me. Cum from your worship of my cock."

Sam's orgasm seemed to hit him hard as his cum shot out of his cock soaking my bed. His moans came from deep in his soul. He definitely got his satisfaction. I pulled myself from his mouth so I would not lose control. With Sam in his state of satisfaction and post cumming relaxation it was time to move him into consent to get penetrated.

I moved Sam up next to me as we lay in bed. His head rested on my shoulder and after a moment of tenderness I rolled over and kissed him. Damn but his cock, jumped to attention.

"You are one horny guy. Sex between men is about pleasure, yours and mine. It is obvious that you are getting a great deal of pleasure from our sex and I am too. I feel my pleasure flowing from my touch to you, from my mouth to you and from my cock to you. I feel your pleasure rising from my touch, kisses and cock. Now it is time for my pleasure to flow from me into you. I could have it flow into your mouth and stomach but I want to change you forever. So my pleasure will flow from my cock into your body. Have you ever played with putting things in your ass?"

"No, I never did. I never even thought about it."

"Do you trust me to care for your pleasure even if it may start off uncomfortable?"

"I don't know why I shouldn't trust you, you have surprised me all day."

"Good. Lay back and open your legs. I am going to put some cool lotion on you and in you. I think that you will like this more than you know."

I got up and took the lube from the nightstand. I squeezed a large gob onto my hand and rubbed it over his ass. Sam seemed stunned by the cool and numbing sensation. I made sure that his ring was well lubricated and then moved my finger inside him. I looked at his face and saw the expected shocked reflex, but he did not show any signs of pain. I played with his hole, sliding a finger in and out, going a little deeper each time. Sam's cock jumped each time I pushed deeper. Sam closed his eyes, opened his mouth and started to hump back onto me.

"You are so ready for me. Just breathe as I touch you. There. That's my cock against you. I feel you wanting more. Breath out as I push into you. Give yourself over to me and the pleasure you feel. That's it. Breath out again. Feel me inside you. Open for me like a flower bud. Open to me and my pleasure. Open to me as I move in you. Give me your pleasure as mine moves in you. You should see the look on your face of absolute desire. You want more of me. I will give you more of me. More of me. My pleasure is building and won't wait long. Now. Now it is shooting into you."

When I said I was shooting I leaned into Sam and kissed him hard. My belly pressed against his cock as I fucked him. The pleasure built from deep inside me as I pulsed my warm jizz into Sam's ass and his memory. He was never going to forget me and this afternoon. The friction and the sensation of my warm liquid pulsing into him sent him into his third and most powerful orgasm.

Sam passed out from being well and truly fucked. His breathing was deep and regular and his face was peaceful. I pulled out from him and saw my cum dripping out of his hole. His belly and mine were also covered in sticky cum. I went to the bathroom to get the wet cloth we needed. After cleaning myself up I took the damp cloth back to the bedroom. Sam was still asleep as I wiped up his ass. He awoke as I washed his belly.

"You sure that this was your first time? You made love to me like you'd been wanting for this to happen your whole life."

"I don't know about that but I have not ever felt this satisfied by any sexual event before."

I did not want Sam to stay much longer. I wanted him to go back to his regular life so he could process what happened to him. How he was picked up by an older man. How he was seduced into gay sex. How he felt sucking cock and getting fucked. If he wanted to return to me it would be up to him since many a man had a gay encounter only to feel shame and guilt afterward. I did not want to be around when those feeling hit, if they hit at all.

I kissed Sam and said that he had to go home. I gave him my phone number and told him to call anytime that he wanted to check out my other art books. After he dressed I kissed him as he left the apartment. I wondered if he wrote a paper about Seurat and Roman master sculptors. Perhaps I'd find out if he called me for another session of fucking and sucking.