Quote (DF93 @ Dec 1 2009 03:11pm)
Art Appreciation.
By Df93, written for X4Death
“Wow.”
“Its so big!”
“Massive!”
“How did they fit it through the entrance?
“That’s what she said.”
At the last comment, the gaggle of young high-schoolers groaned. “That was lame, Josh. Real lame.” Josh ignored them and giggled quietly to himself, inwardly pleased at his clever remark. The students were touring a local art museum, courtesy of the superintendent, who had for reasons unknown had approved the field trip. School funding was at an all-time low due to the recession, so money was to scarce to be sending kids on trips.
After realizing nobody shared his amusement, he focused on the latest chunk of rock the other bozos were gawking at. It looked to Josh like a massive waste of space: the “sculpture” was a thirty foot tall pillar of rock with boring symbols on it. He couldn’t fathom why anyone would even consider it art, much less give it so much attention.
“Why are you imbeciles cooing over the big rock? If you just came to stare at a column you could have done it outside for free, the building next door is covered with them.” He smirked at his latest feat of wit, and waited for the kudos at his deduction.
“Its not a column, you dim-wit, its an Obelisk. A real one, straight out of ancient Egypt. This is sculpture from thousands of years ago, moron.” Ashley finished her tirade by straightening her bangs and turning up her nose. “Still looks like a big rock,” Josh said under his breath. He shoved his hands in his pockets and glared at the back of her head.
“And this here is The Enticement of Vaultmaster, by Alexander McForeignsoundingname,” The guide said with pride. “One of our finest pieces.”
The students stared at the marvelous artwork with blatant awe. There were numerous admiring glances, and several murmers of approval. “It is the finest representation of the male form since DaVinci’s time.”
The ensuing mature discussion of the fine work was interrupted by a snicker from the back of the group. “Look at the size of that penis! Ooooohmahgawd that’s so gay!”
As one, the entire group turned on the spot to glare at Josh, every glare directed on his head as if trying to burn a hole through it.
“Low, man. Real low.” It was Chad that chastised this time. “Its, like, art, dude. Don’t be dissin’ the art, man. Its, like, totally well done and stuff. You should, you know, be, like, mature.”
“Whatever. Maybe it looks like art from up there, but back here all I can see is an enormous cockhead.”
“Then step forward, young man,” the tour guide said angrily. “Come see for yourself what you slander with your vile words.” Josh tried to back away, but the grinning students were dragging him through the throng towards the statue at their center.
“Hey, what the hell are you doing? Get off me, leggo my eggo, yo!”
He brushed off his arms and glared back at them. “Who said you could touch me? One of you touched my crotch while you were dragging me, and I know it was you, Jeremy, you little faggot.” His words were laced with enough venom to kill a water buffalo.
“Enough of that. Turn around. You came to see art, did you not?”
“Old man, I came to get out of class. You really think I…I…aye-ay-ay.”
Before him stood the sculpture. Carefully worked from granite so grey it was almost blue, the sculpture depicted two male figures, one standing and one on his knees. The standing figure was nude, and nearly 7 feet tall, one hand on his hip, the other holding his member out on display. The kneeling figure, presumably the “Vaultmaster”, was gawking, stone eyes wide with awe, fingers reaching out as if trying to touch the cock to make sure it was real. The scene was so surreal that Josh could only stare for a moment, lost in thought…which was soon broken by a laugh from his right.
“Hehe…hey guys, check it out. Looks like Josh likes the sculpture even more than we do” With an impending sense of doom at Jeremy’s words, he looked down, hoping against hope that his fears were unfounded. No such luck. For reasons he couldn’t begin to fathom, he had a visible tenting in his pants. “Fuck.”
Blushing and near to tears, he shoved his way through the group and bolted. What the fuck is happening? That’s the gayest thing I’ve ever seen, and I get a fucking boner? Am I gay? I can’t be gay! I like girls. I fap to the thought of them every night. I CAN’T be gay! The jumble of confused thoughts running through his mind was driving him further into panic. This can’t be happening. And they all saw it too. Ohhhhh shit what am I going to do.
He ran into the bathroom labeled “Men” and rushed to a stall, crying.
“I think you were a little hard on him, Jeremy.”
“Hard. Hehehe.”
“Don’t you start doing it too, Brian. Bad enough that Josh does it.”
“At least now we know his body is more mature than his mind.”
“Shut up, Jeremy, you’ve said enough for today.”
“Now you’ve gone and run him off, Jeremy. You made this mess, now fix it. Go fetch the little whiner. If you miss the tour, its your own fault. He’s probably hiding behind the brochure rack like a little kid.”
“Kiss and make up!” Someone yelled as he walked by. He got away quickly so nobody would notice he was blushing.
Walking through the near-deserted corridors, he took time to admire a few of the more recognizable artoworks. He had no time for that abstract “modern” art, which was usually little more than child scribbles with a higher price tag. Here, an oil-on-canvas of a child on a swing, here, a surrealist pen-and-ink of a colossal nose in a Godzilla-like rampage through a city that appeared to be New York. Here, a beautiful…he paused and cocked his ear. He heard, faintly, sobbing. Wow, I must have really hurt his feelings. Poor little homophobe. He quietly walked towards the bathroom across the hall, pausing at the door to make sure the sound came from within. He knocked twice. “Josh, you in there?”
“Go away”
“Come on, bud. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“Well it worked.” His words were broken regularly with soft sobs and sniffles.
“Sorry dude, I didn’t realize you’d take it so hard.”
He heard a chuckle from within the bathroom. “Hehe…hard”
Jeremy grinned. “That’s the spirit. Mind if I come in?”
“I…I guess.” The sniffling had mostly stopped, which was probably a good sign. With one last look at he Godzilla-nose, he opened the door and stepped inside.
“So why’d you come looking for me?”
“Ashley told me to,” Jeremy offered pathetically, shrugging. “And you know what happens if you say no the Witch-Queen.”
Josh grinned. “Yeah.”
“You know, there’s, um…another reason I came.”
Perplexed, the younger responded. “Oh?”
“Yeah. I kinda felt bad for hurting your feelings, and I wanted to apologize. I know it sounds weird, but yeah. I’ve said it.”
The boy was silent for a moment. “Jeremy,” he said finally. “With…with what happened back there…does it…does it mean I‘m gay?”
He thought for a minute. “I don’t know. Is this gay?” Without warning he leaned forward and kissed the wide-eyed youth hard on the lips, poking his tongue through to lick the boy’s front teeth for good measure before breaking off to gauge the reaction.
The boy stood mystified for a moment, lips still slightly parted, staring into space.
“Yeah,” he spoke at last. “Kinda. Would it be gay if I asked you to do it again?”
Jeremy grinned. “Not as gay as this.” He grabbed the boy in a constricting embrace, head nuzzled into the silky warmth of that golden, shoulder-length hair. His hands traveled down the boy’s back and gave his rear a quick squeeze before kneeling down. Eyes level with a noticeable bulge in the jeans, Jeremy giggled softly. He reached up and unzipped the kid’s jeans, and gave a gasp when he realized his new friend wasn’t wearing any underwear. Josh reached down and grabbed his dick in one hand, the other resting on his hip. “I dub thee, The Enticement of Jeremy.”
Grinning, he winked up at Josh before giving the boy a long lick from base to tip before popping the whole head in his mouth. He was rewarded with a low moan. He suckled on the tip for a moment or two, then took as much as he could in, tongue swirling around the underside in a slow rhythm that send shivers up Josh’s spine.
Looking up with wide, puppy eyes, Jeremy began bobbing on the full length of the member before him, gripping the boy’s ass for support. The blond was lost in a bliss-induced haze, his mind fogging up and blocking out all thoughts except the pleasure stemming from his cock. He gripped the older boy’s hair in his hands and pressed Jeremy farther onto his dick, moaning at the feeling. Jeremy tried not to choke and took it in stride, increasing his pace to keep up with the hands pushing on his head.
Fast approaching release, Josh tried to call out a warning but all that came out was a stuttering moan. With a cry, he buried himself to the hilt and locked Jeremy’s head to his twitching cock, feeling the warmth of his seed course down the waiting throat. In surprise, Jeremy merely grunted as his throat was filled with warm, sticky cum. When the cock had ceased delivering its viscous package, he pulled off and licked the last droplets from its tip.
“You know what?”
“Wh….wha?” Josh asked, panting.
“I think that maybe, quite possibly…that may have been just a little bit gay.”
Josh nodded sheepishly. “Maybe a little.”
“We should go rejoin our group, we’re missing the tour.”
“You know, Jeremy. I’d love to. I think I’ve developed an appreciation for art.”
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