Shane’s cock was already hard, his cock seemed to immediately chub up anytime he thought of anything to do with sex. He decided to send McKinley an email:
“Hey, this is Shane — we met on the train…” he typed. “I don’t have any plans for this afternoon. What are you up to?” Within minutes, Shane’s phone buzzed, alerting him to a response from McKinley.
“Hey, mister! Good to hear from you…” wrote McKinley. “I’m at work today, but if you want to come to my office this afternoon I’d love to see you again.” Shane quickly confirmed the details, had a shower and got dressed, and then caught the tube into the city to meet up with McKinley.
McKinley’s office was a big, modern, impressive building. Shane reported to the reception desk as instructed, and soon a secretary had collected him and escorted him through security, directing him to McKinley’s office.
Sitting at his desk, McKinley looked good — his powerful air of authority and his sharp suit made Shane go a little weak at the knees. McKinley stood up from his desk and closed the blinds and locked the door behind Shane.
“Take off your clothes…” instructed McKinley.
“What?” laughed Shane nervously, unsure if McKinley was serious.
“Get your clothes off, now!” repeated McKinley, his voice firm and forceful, he clearly expected to be obeyed. Shane didn’t argue and immediately began to strip off his jeans and t-shirt, he left his white briefs on.
“Fuck, kid, you sure are one hot piece of work…” admired McKinley, sitting at his desk, his eyes roaming over Shane’s naked body. “Get your ass over here!”
Shane walked closer to McKinley. McKinley pushed his chair back away from his desk so that Shane could stand in front of him. McKinley reached out and took hold of Shane’s tight white briefs and suddenly ripped them from Shane’s body.
“You’re not going to be needing those…” smiled McKinley, tossing the torn briefs into the bin. McKinley pulled Shane down to sit on top of him in the chair. They kissed, hungrily. Shane’s cock was already hard, and as he ground his ass down against McKinley’s crotch, he could feel that McKinley was also getting excited.
McKinley’s hands were exploring Shane’s ass, kneading his ass cheeks, pulling them apart, probing and prodding Shane’s fuck-hole with his strong, powerful fingers.
“Ungh…” moaned Shane, feeling McKinley’s fingers making contact with his twitching boy-hole.
“You like that, do you?” growled McKinley, increasing his attentions on Shane’s fuck-hole.
“Uh huh…” nodded Shane. McKinley stuck his fingers into Shane’s mouth, getting them wet, and then using the lubrication of Shane’s spit to begin to work his fingers into Shane’s tight cunt.
“Oh fuck…” moaned Shane, beginning to grind his ass back to meet McKinley’s probing fingers.
“You’re a bit of a cock-slut, aren’t you?” growled McKinley, continuing to work his fingers into Shane’s boy-hole. “I’m guessing you’ve had a fair few cocks slamming into this boy-cunt over the years, right?”
“Fuck yeah…” moaned Shane, grinding his ass back against McKinley’s fingers, his hard cock leaking pre-cum onto McKinley’s crisp white shirt.
“We don’t have a lot of time…” said McKinley, lifting Shane off his lap and positioning him over the desk. McKinley pushed Shane into position, his chest pressed down against the deck, his back arched, and his ass exposed. McKinley undid the zipper on his suit trousers and pulled out his big cock, already hard and ready for action.
McKinley spat a mouthful of saliva onto Shane’s exposed fuck-hole and used his fingers to push it inside to loosen up Shane’s boy-cunt. He spat another mouthful of saliva into the palm of his hand and smeared it over the head and shaft of his cock, lining it up against Shane’s fuck-hole.
“Ungh…” moaned Shane, as he felt McKinley’s cock begin to push inside him.
“Shhh…” cautioned McKinley. “These walls aren’t that sound-proof, try and keep quiet.” Shane bit his lip as he felt McKinley steadily working his cock inside him, pushing forward a little and then pulling back a little, backwards and forwards, slowly and steadily building a rhythm and momentum as he fucked his cock into Shane’s cunt.
“Oh fuck…” moaned Shane, as inch after inch after inch of McKinley’s cock pushed slowly inside him.
“Nearly there…” grunted McKinley, pushing his cock deeper.
“Ungh… fuck yeah…” moaned Shane.
Having worked the entire length of his cock into Shane’s tight fuck-hole, McKinley began to increase the power of his momentum, pulling his cock back further and then pushing forward harder and deeper. Shane could feel McKinley’s heavy swinging balls slapping against his ass with each thrust of his hips.
“Fuck yeah… take that fucking cock…” growled McKinley, holding Shane firmly by the hips and slamming his cock deep and hard into the boy.
“Ungh… fuck… fuck…” moaned Shane, lost in the waves of pleasure as McKinley took control and used his body.
“Get ready, kid, I’m getting close…” warned McKinley, feeling the cum beginning to boil up inside him, the speed and power of his fucking steadily increasing.
“Yeah… fuck me…” urged Shane, grinding back against McKinley’s thrusts, forcing his cock to go as deep and hard as possible. “Yeah, that’s it… Fuck that hole…”
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” grunted McKinley, as his cum began to unload deep inside Shane’s ass. “Fucking take that cum!”
McKinley collapsed down onto Shane, pressing Shane down into the desk, his cock still buried deep inside Shane’s cum-sloppy fuck-hole.
“Fuck, kid…” growled McKinley, chewing on Shane’s ear while continuing to slide his cock in and out of the boy’s stretched fuck-hole. “That was hot. I should get you a job here, then I could fuck you anytime I wanted.”
“Sounds good to me…” grinned Shane.
Eventually McKinley peeled himself away from Shane, finding a towel in his gym bag that he used to wipe them both up. McKinley tried to straighten his suit up as best as possible, but Shane was pleased that McKinley was no longer looking quite as pressed and groomed as when Shane had first arrived.
“I’m serious about getting you a job here…” said McKinley. “I want to eat you for lunch every day.”
“Bring it on…” grinned Shane. “Being the slutty office boy is one of my ultimate fantasies.”
“You’re on…” nodded McKinley. “Be here at 09:00 on Monday. Wear a suit. But don’t bother wearing underwear. I want easy access to your ass.”
Riding the Waves
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Beach Boys in the Buff
I caught up with artist Marc DeBauch to look at his series of work titled Beach Boys.
When did you discover and start to explore your passion for art?
I started drawing and painting when I was three years old. Before I was five, I remember creating a crayon drawing of the Sinking of the Titanic on the rough plaster of the living-room wall of my parents’ house. It was impossible to remove — my parents weren’t happy with me, but after that they provided me with enough art materials to pursue my creative interests without destroying their home.
When did you start specialising in painting naked men and creating erotic art?
It was 36 years ago when I started painting male nudes and selling them in a local gay book store. Then, in 1995, I entered two paintings in the Tom of Finland Foundation’s Emerging Erotic Artists Contest. I was won first place, which opened the door for my art career, as I was immediately approached by galleries and magazines that wanted to feature my art.
This gave me the confidence and notoriety to exhibit and sell my work at erotic art fairs and gay events. At that time, the internet was just emerging, so my friend Andrew created a website for me, which was a fantastic tool to get my art out to people around the world.
You’ve written that Tom of Finland is one of the major influences on your work — when did you first encounter the work of Tom of Finland?
I remember seeing Tom of Finland’s art in a porno magazine my friend had in high school. I was just amazed at the sexual tension, outrageous anatomy, and attention to detail in Tom’s art.
This was back in the early 1970s, so gay porn was just emerging legally in magazines and films. At the time, I wasn’t talented enough to draw the human figure accurately. But, I was fascinated enough to want to try. My sister’s boyfriend was a photographer, and he gave me his dark room equipment — back then you actually had to develop film, as there were no digital cameras.
I talked a friend into posing naked for me while jacking off, and I developed the film and made some prints. I was 14 years old, photographing another 14-year-old boy. It was very exciting creating my own porn! Unfortunately, my dad — being supportive of my art — wanted to see the photos, and of course I couldn’t show him. Not only did he not approve of gays, he didn’t want his son to be gay. He would have probably hit me if he knew I was a homosexual creating gay porn! So, I destroyed the photos almost in front of him, while saying — “The photos didn’t turn out and I would show him better work at another time.”
I was scared and freaked out. I knew I was self-censoring. But I also realised that if I was going to create erotic art that I would have to do it in secret. When Tom of Finland began drawing naked men, he also had to make his art in secret. I think most erotic artists learn to be very careful about choosing the right audience to exhibit their work to.
Where do you draw your inspiration from?
My inspiration comes from people I know. I’ve been fortunate to see and meet many beautiful men in my life. Capturing their beauty and illustrating them in a unique way, is my goal.
What’s your creative process?
My creative process is different every time I paint. Sometimes an idea for a painting just pops in my head and I try to find model to pose for a photo to match my vision — that’s often the easiest route.
I rarely work from a live model. My paintings take so long to create — I often work all night on a painting — so, finding a model to sit for that long of a period and whenever I want them, is impossible. I use the photos of my models as reference.
Often, I look through hundreds of images and piece things together in a collage. It’s more like a jigsaw puzzle — lots of pieces missing, and my mind fills in those missing pieces with an arm from this model, the chest from another, the dick from another, the face from another, and so on, until I have the entire figure. But then I have to decide how the light and setting will pull all of those puzzle pieces together.
I have dozens of photos that are my references for every detail of plants, animals, rocks, furnishings. I sort through a constant mess of photos — gradually eliminating those references as my brain digests the information and my brush puts it on the canvas or paper.
The paintings that form the Beach Boys series are beautiful — what are some of the challenges in creating beach scenes like this?
Trying to find a balance between the setting and the model is always a challenge. I don’t want the model to overpower the beach, or the beach to feel more important than the model. I want my paintings to have a natural feeling, like you could be at the beach with my models.
Who are the men featured in the paintings of the Beach Boys series?
The men in my Beach Boy series are mostly friends that have modelled for me. Sometimes I find a photograph of a model that someone else has taken, that inspires me to use it as a reference pose to work from, then I find one of the photos of a beach that I’ve visited and I try to recreate a similar pose in a drawing that will eventually become a painting.
What do you hope that people feel when they look at your work?
I don’t want to just give the viewer of my art an erection, I want them to feel like they’re part of the painting, that they want to invite the men in my paintings into their homes, their beds, their dungeon, their car, their locker room, or the bushes for a hot fuck, butt licking, cock sucking, ass spanking good time.
I hope to excite the viewer visually, emotionally as well as spiritually. It’s my goal as an artist and sexually active gay man to paint erotica that continually challenges the views of people who oppose sexual freedom. If my paintings assist the viewer in discovering where they are in the spectrum of human sexuality, then my aim is reaching its target.
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