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A NEW CHAPTER

I had spent the morning doing some modelling for Leticia, an artist friend of mine. I’d been her model a few times already, which was something I enjoyed, as she was a really interesting person, and sexy with it. She’d offered to pay me but I really didn’t want to accept money, so somehow it was agreed that I could have sex with her as payment in kind. I’m pleased to say that she didn’t seem averse to the idea at all. The end of the session had arrived and she suggested I came into the house to inspect her latest work. I was still naked as she led me into the house and into a room with a few paintings. “Well, here it is,” she said removing the sheet that was covering it. It was unbelievable. It was a young guy standing up leaning against a wall, with long blond wavy hair, a beautiful face, really quite feminine-looking, and a sleek, fit body with long legs. He had two big gold nipple rings, which really looked very sexy. But the most amazing thing was his penis. I had never seen such an enormous piece of equipment. The painting captured all the finest details: the veins which ran down the length of it, the well cut, big protruding head. The rim must have stood out a quarter of an inch from the shaft. It was incredible! And it was thick as well as long. It must have measured about 8 inches, in a flaccid state! Luckily he was tall, so it didn’t look out of proportion! “Do you like this one? One of my favorites.” “Amazing! Who is he?” I thought he looked a little familiar, but ...

... had no idea from where. After all, it was a painting, not a photo. “Did you take artistic license and exaggerate the size of his penis?” “Not at all. He’s gay, which is just as well. I couldn’t imagine having that thing in me. No way! He told me it was 27.5 centimeters erect.” Wow, that was just over 10.5 inches, almost 11! “He’d probably stretch you a bit.” I couldn’t think of anything better to say. “I had to buy more paint just to do his cock! Anyway, he’s a great dancer, exotic stuff, mainly for gays, although a lot of women love him.” “I’ll bet,” I said admiringly. “In fact, he’s performing tonight at a club in Cannes. Why don’t we go along and see him, and we can met him after the show.” It sounded like a fine idea. * I picked Leticia up around nine that evening and we headed east along the coast to Cannes. “You’ll like the place. It’s a pretty eclectic crowd. Gay, straight, lesbian, bi, you name it. You can dance, they put on performances, dancing and so on. It’s fun. I already phoned in to book a nice table.” After grabbing some dinner, we went to the club. We were greeted at the door by a couple. The guy was in great physical shape, neither a hair on his body, nor on his head. He wore black military-style boots, a black leather thong, which contained his genitals, studded leather cuffs around the wrists, and something similar around the neck. He had beautiful pectorals. “Hi, Leti, nice to see you again. I’m Omar,” he said to me offering his hand, “and this is Natalie. ...