Sam's Tale of "a Sunday on La Grand"

In 1971 I was a freshman in junior college in Chicago. I was skinny, 145 or so, 5 feet 6 inches. I was a non-drug using hippy, with long black hair that was clean but unkempt. I took an art appreciation class for its very easy A. The assignment was to write an essay about a twentieth century painting. Since the Art Institute has a great collection I picked the famous pointillist masterpiece, Georges Seurat's A Sunday on La Grande Jatte. I figured that I'd sit and study it until I saw something worth writing about, other then the number of dabs of paint it took to create it. I was sitting across from the painting taking notes on this and that. How about the children or the animals? Why were there no little boys, just little girls? What was with the monkey and the dogs? Perhaps there was something about the water and the way it was so calm even though the wind was blowing and filling the sails of the boats.

"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."

I turned to look at the person who was so very helpful. He was round, about 240 and taller then me, about 5'9". Judging by his thinning hair I figured him to be 55 or 60.

"Can I join you an the bench?"

"Sure, have a seat."

He sat down and we continued to talk about the painting and my assignment. As he talked he moved closer to me so that our conversation would not bother the other people looking at the painting.

He said, "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 he touched my shoulder to direct me. This gallery was empty of other visitors, why would you go here when there were so many great paintings to see in the other parts of the museum. We stopped at the Fragment of a Sarcophagus (Coffin).

"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."

Not wanting to seem unsophisticated, I told him I saw the things he was showing me.

"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."

Again not wanting to appear unappreciative of Dan's help and not feeling threatened by a 55 year old fat guy I accepted his offer.

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

We left the museum and walked the three blocks to the train. As we did Dan asked if I had a girlfriend. While I had girlfriends in the past, I didn't have one at that time. He asked if I had any boyfriends. I told him about the guys I played poker with every other week. We went down to the trains and when we boarded Dan directed me to a seat so that I was next to the window and he was on my left. The seat was such that Dan's thigh was pressed against my leg. To get comfortable Dan put his arm behind my back. Since the train is noisy we sat in silence till we got to his stop. He directed me to the stairway. We left the station and Dan directed me to his car.

It was a short drive to Dan's apartment. He opened the lobby door and as I walked past him I thought I felt him pat my ass. It seemed odd but I figured that it was just an accident. When we got to his first floor apartment door he opened it and asked me to take off my shoes so that he could keep the carpet clean. I had friends whose mom asked the same thing so I took off my shoes.

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

"Coke would be fine, thanks."

He went into the kitchen and returned with glass filled with ice and a Coke. I took a drink and thought that it tasted funny. Perhaps it was an off-brand of cola.

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

Dan returned with a book entitled "Roman Art and Life." He handed it to me and as expected he left to do whatever he needed to do. I paged through the text until I came to the illustrations. They started out with Roman pottery that featured naked men drinking and throwing javelins. The next page shocked me. Instead of more classic art it was a photo of two men. They were in togas, one was much older then the other, I'd say 55 and 19. The shocking thing was that they were kissing. The older man was kissing the younger one and their mouths were open. The next picture was a close up of the kiss with full view of their tongues. I turned the page and saw that the younger man was opening the older guy's toga. He had his hand on the old guy's cock which was rock hard. I noticed that my cock was likewise rock hard.

As I turned the pages the action got more intense. Both men got naked and were stroking each other while kissing. Then the younger man was down between the old guy's legs and licking his dick. Just then Dan came back into the living room. He had changed his clothes and was wearing a robe. He walked over to where I was sitting sat down on my left and put his arm around my shoulder.

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

Dan's left hand reached for my lap. "I see you do find it exciting."

I was feeling relaxed and my mind was moving slow. Dan's right hand moved from my shoulder to my head and he turned my face toward him. "Time to try what the men were doing in the first picture."

"What, throwing javelins?

"No silly, kissing." He kissed me on the lips. His tongue brushed against my mouth and I opened it. His tongue was dancing with mine as his mouth covered mine. His hand squeezed my cock and it shot out a load of cum into my pants.

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

Dan stood up and helped me stand. My legs were wobbly and my head was spinning as he led me into the bedroom. Dan pulled my tee shirt over my head and unbuckled my pants. He pulled them down and I stepped out of them. Dan took them into the bathroom to dry and I just stood there, naked and my cock was hardening again.

"Look at you. Ready for more." Dan took me in his arms and his kiss was passionate. He took my hand and moved it into his robe and onto his cock. I felt him move and harden, Dan kept on kissing me as I stroked his cock.

"Let's get into bed." I lay on the bed on my back and Dan lay next to me. "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."

Since Dan was taller then me and had quite a belly I had to move down toward his cock. It was long and skinny with a mushroom head. Dan put his hand on my head and pushed me 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."

I could not believe how excited I was from feeling a cock in my mouth. I wanted to please Dan. I wanted his pleasure to mount. As his breath got faster I stroked my cock faster too. As he moaned, I moaned too. He held my head in his hands as his cock pumped in and out of my mouth. I stroked myself at the same pace as his cock.

"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."

My orgasm hit me hard as my cum shot out of my cock and onto Dan's bed. I was moaning with pleasure, like I never experienced before. Satisfaction coursed through my mind and Dan pulled his cock from my mouth. Dan still had not ejaculated and he was still very hard. I wondered what I could do to please him and have him feel as satisfied as I felt. I did not have to wait long to find out what Dan had in store for me.

I moved up next to Dan as we lay in bed. My head had cleared and I was feeling relaxed and curious as to what would happen next. Dan rolled over and kissed me again. My cock which should have been as relaxed as I felt, 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 felt Dan's hand on my asshole. The lube he was applying had a numbing agent too. Dan applied a generous amount of lube and then his finger went inside me. It was a shock but not painful. He played with my hole, sliding a finger in and then deeper each time. My cock jumped each time he went deeper into me. I closed my eyes and started to hump back onto his finger.

"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 Dan said he was shooting he leaned to me and kissed me hard. I felt his belly against my cock as he moved faster. The friction and the sensation of his warm liquid pulsing into me sent me into my third and most powerful orgasm. I seemed to have passed out for a moment since the next thing I knew Dan was wiping the semen from my ass and 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."

Dan kissed me and said that I had to go home. He gave me his phone number and told me to call anytime that I wanted to check out his other art books. I dressed and kissed him as I left his apartment. I walked to the train and got back to my room. I did write my paper about Seurat and Roman master sculptor and got an A.