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“If you ever need some company…”

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Part 1

It was early on a Friday afternoon and Shane was bored. His mother was at work, and he had the house to himself. But he had nothing to do, and no one around to entertain him.

Shane had promised his mother that he’d make an attempt at cleaning up his bedroom. There were piles of clothes that he could no longer remember if they were clean or dirty, books from school that he’d been meaning to revise, and random collections of stuff that looked like it was probably junk but must have seemed important at one time or another. Shane sighed as he made an attempt at trying to sort out what needed to be kept and what could be thrown away.

While rummaging through his school books, Shane came across the business card of Peter McKinley. Shane studied the card for a moment, it instantly brought back the memories of his encounter with McKinley.

It had been a long, slow train journey from Cornwall back to London. Shane was bored of sitting on the train, bored of the idea of having to return to London. Having spent his summer vacation staying with his father down in Newquay, the thought of returning to London, returning to school, was filling him with dread and apprehension. Sat in a window seat, his headphones on, immersed in his music, Shane couldn’t really remember when the man had got on and sat next to him. At some point the man had tapped Shane on the shoulder.

“I’m just going to the toilet…” said the man. “Can you keep an eye on my bag, please?”

“Sure…” nodded Shane. It was only as the man was getting up out of his seat that Shane realised how attractive the man was — he looked to be in his early 40s, tall, a strong build, his dark hair neatly styled, he was wearing an expensive suit that was tight in all the right places, and he smelled good, he smelled really good.

Shane was at that age where his hormones were on full throttle, and the rhythmic motion of the train already had Shane fairly juiced up. The realisation that he was sitting next to a sexy guy instantly had his cock stirring. Shane tried to adjust his chubbed-up cock, trying to get comfortable, but that only seemed to make things worse. His cock was now rock hard — trapped and uncomfortable in his tight briefs. Shane knew that there was only one way to relieve the situation, he had to jack off.

Shane tried to conceal his bulging crotch as he made his way unsteadily down the rocking train carriage. There was only one toilet cubicle, and it was occupied — Shane assumed that it was the man who was sitting next to him. He stood outside the toilet, waiting. Suddenly the toilet door opened and the man was standing there.

“Oh, hey…” nodded Shane, feeling awkward and trying to conceal his hard-on. “I, um… I needed to use the bathroom too…”

“I can see why…” winked the man, looking pointedly at Shane’s crotch.

Despite Shane’s best efforts to conceal his hard-on, it was obvious that his hard cock was causing a tent in his sweatpants. Shane’s cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

“No need to be embarrassed, kid…” smiled the man. “Happens to us all. Listen, if you want a hand with that thing… I’d be happy to help you out?”

“Um… sure…” nodded Shane, unsure really what he was being offered or what he was agreeing to. Without waiting for any further encouragement, the man pulled Shane towards him, back into the toilet cubicle of the train, locking the door behind them.

The man grabbed Shane’s body, pulling him close, his hands immediately dropping to Shane’s ass and firmly grabbing his ass cheeks, feeling them, massaging them through the loose sweat pants that Shane was wearing.

“Great ass, kid…” admired the man, growling into Shane’s ear. Shane was rock hard now, being manhandled by this sexy, older, masculine guy was playing right into all of Shane’s favourite fantasies. Shane felt the man chewing on his ear, it sent shivers of pleasure running through his body.

The man dropped to his knees and freed Shane’s hard cock from the constrictions of tight briefs and grey sweatpants. Shane’s cock bounced free, inches from the man’s face.

“Yeah… that’s a nice-looking cock you’ve got there, kid…” admired the man, reaching out and wrapping his hand around Shane’s cock-shaft. The man began to slowly jack his hand backwards and forwards, sliding Shane’s generous foreskin up and down, admiring the long and thick cock-shaft. Feeling the man’s hand on his cock was electric, Shane let out a moan of pleasure as the man continued to slowly jack his cock.

“Someone’s horny, aren’t they?” smiled the man, looking up at Shane. The man continued to slowly move his fist backwards and forwards, pushing Shane’s foreskin back and then pulling it forward, slowly pushing it back and slowly pulling it forwards. It felt good, really good. Shane could feel himself going a little weak at the knees.

The man leaned forward and flicked his tongue across the head of Shane’s cock, pulling Shane’s foreskin forward so that he could gently toy with it with his tongue.

“That’s some sweet tasting pre-cum…” smiled the man, licking his lips. The man opened his mouth and took the head of Shane’s cock between his lips, swirling his tongue around the edge of the sensitive cock-head before letting it slide across his tongue and push down towards the back of his throat.


“Oh yeah…” moaned Shane, lost in the pleasure of having his hard cock expertly serviced. The man continued to slurp and suck on Shane’s cock, taking the cock deep into his throat, holding on to Shane’s hips to help steady himself as Shane pushed his cock in and out of the man’s mouth, steadily increasing momentum and intensity until Shane was slamming his cock into the back of the man’s throat.

It didn’t take long until Shane began to reach the point of no return, he could feel the cum beginning to boil up inside him.

“Fuck… I’m going to cum…” warned Shane. But the man didn’t slow down, didn’t miss a beat, just kept deep-throating Shane’s cock, taking the entire shaft as deep into his throat as possible. “Fuck yeah…” gasped Shane, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” As the cum began to shoot from his cock, Shane closed his eyes and pushed his cock deep into the man’s throat, the man continued sucking and slurping, eagerly swallowing every drop, lapping up every strand of cum that coated Shane’s cock-shaft.

When the man eventually allowed Shane’s softening cock to slide from his lips, Shane pulled his sweat pants back up.

“You taste great, kid…” winked the man.

“Thanks…” smiled Shane. “You really know how to suck cock.”

“I’ve had a lot of practice…” grinned the man. “You can call me anytime, kid…” winked the man, reaching into his wallet and pulling out one of his business cards. “Anytime you need some company…”

Shane tucked the business card into his pocket and they returned to their seats. It wasn’t long before the train arrived into Paddington station and they went their separate ways.

But now, alone in his bedroom on a Friday afternoon, turning that business card over and over in his hand, reflecting on that horny encounter on the train, Shane began to wonder whether he should perhaps give McKinley a call.

“Peter McKinley, Vice President…” read Shane, studying the business card. Shane could feel his cock already getting hard at the thought of meeting up with the cock-sucking businessman from the train. “Well, he did say to give him a call if I ever needed some company…”

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Beach Boys in the Buff



Antonio En La Playa by Marc DeBauch (image supplied)
Antonio En La Playa by Marc DeBauch (image supplied)

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.

Lonnel on the Beach by Marc DeBauch (image supplied)

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.

Aussie Boy by Marc DeBauch (image supplied)

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.

Trevor on the Beach by Marc DeBauch (image supplied)

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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After the Swim by Marc DeBauch (image supplied)

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