Ch 5

Rhett

“See! You scared him away with your teasing, you jerk! Rhett, why are you so mean?” Arianna shouts when Gabriel leaves to answer his business call and goes upstairs.

“He just needs privacy while he talks, Ari! It’s not like he can’t take my talking to him and trying to make conversation,” I snort.

“Rhett! You could tell Gabe was uncomfortable!” Dad shouts.

“Maybe if your little princess were not rubbing her foot all over his leg he would have been more comfortable!” I shoot back at him. “If your friend can’t handle a friendly conversation, maybe he needs to loosen up.”

“I thought Rhett was making an effort to relate. He was a bit strange in his approach, but well intentioned,” mom says.

“Thank you, mother,” I say, standing up and kissing the top of mom’s head as I pick up my plate and silverware. 

“There was nothing innocent about what you were implying, Rhett!” Arianna shouts.

“Rhett! You need to apologize to Gabe and stop making people uncomfortable!” Dad snarls.

I drop my empty plate in the sink and put a cigarette between my lips as I stalk past the bar and snag a bottle of whisky from my father’s liquor cabinet before replying with, “of course it’s my fault. It always is! Maybe you should ask your little princess to stop rubbing up on men who are not interested in her pussy.”

I open the slider and grunt, “If anyone gives a fuck, I’ll be in the pool house painting. Don’t bother me if you can’t stand the heat.”

I chuckle to myself after shutting the slider, “if Gabey can’t take the heat he shouldn’t start the fire. He needs to loosen up, the poor stiff needs a good fuck and I’m here when he’s ready. I’ll loosen him up alright.”

I use my teeth to unscrew the bottle and take a swig as I saunter over to the pool house and pull out a recently stretched blank canvas. I light my cigarette and take a drag and then exhale before covering my palette with the colors I intend to use.

That scene from last week plays through my mind as I quickly sketch a more steamy and sexy version. I picture Gabe in a harness and leather pants. He’d make such a hot Leather Daddy if he wanted to. God! If he’d just loosen up we could have so much fucking fun!

I take another swig as I paint, remembering the sketch I did after last weekend. I had sketched Gabe in full bondage gear fucking me against the wall. It was so hot. I had a collar and leash and he was holding a whip. I’d let him whip me, if only he would. God, it makes me hard just thinking about it!

I paint the scene in my mind as I layer browns and oranges and fleshtones in artful strokes, using black and blue and white and gray for the leather and shadows. I take swigs of the whisky and drags of my cigarette as the figures take form and my round, fleshy ass pops out of the canvas as if you could grab it. It could be anyone. Only I know who the image depicts and that is why I work on the tattoos, adding the element that makes it most telling who is the bottom in this scene. 

I always top Kai, never the other way around, but I have plenty of toys I use on my ass, and I had this guy I knew when I was a camp counselor a few summers back who was the first and one of the only ones who I let top me. His name was Derrek Rhodes and he lives in New Orleans. The other guy I let top me…I forgot his name. It was at a party and he had one of those fan based p**n accounts, so it’s out there on the net. Dude says he is straight, but gay p**n pays more. That is fucked up, but he was too good to really be straight. Maybe I should go see if I can find it. Would it be strange to jack off to a video of my ass being fucked? Maybe if I had one of my dildos out here…nah…I pull my wandering mind back to the task at hand.

Dude! This painting is hot! I plop back in my chair and take another swig looking at it and thinking about last Saturday night. Better, yet…that fucking kiss tonight and how his cock felt through his pants. I know he was straining something fierce against his pants. I unzip my pants and fist my dick as I smoke. I have been out here painting for hours. It’s past midnight by now and I doubt anyone is awake to disturb me.

My thoughts are of Gabe’s hard cock, which I gauge is on the larger side. He’s bigger than me, though I’m not exactly tiny. I’m just on the bigger side of average.

 I take a drag and let my cigarette hang loosely between my lips as I pump my cock, imagining Gabe’s cock against my ass as he pins me to the wall and reaches around to stroke me. I touch up the painting with my right hand while my left continues pumping. I look at my paintbrush and think of ways it could be employed. Would Gabe use it on me? I bet he would if he knew the things I am thinking.

I moan and shoot my load as I picture him toying with me. As I open my eyes and look at the white spray, I follow the projectile stream of white to a pair of feet and a slack jawed man who has a massive erection in his pajama pants. Lust swirls in Gabriel’s beautiful blue eyes as he stares at me, unmoving.

“I see you are enjoying the show, if you come over here I can help you with that stiffy, Gabe. Maybe get you to loosen up for me,” I chuckle seductively, still fisting my dick.

He’s such a stiff, but I bet if he’d let me help him rub one out, he’d relax.

Instead, Gabe blinks and turns on his heel rushing back into the house with a dumbfounded look on his face.