AC-241 Well-Hung Models

Excerpt

“Hey, that’s neat,” Ronny said, staring at the sketches I had pinned to the studio walls nude studies I intended to later incorporate in a collection of gay male erotica. Ronny was fascinated, and I wasn’t surprised, by the sketches of ass intercourse. “You’re good, Eddie, really good.” He came to the framed original of one of my “Hot Studs” covers. “Hey! I recognize that!” He looked at me, his brown eyes warming. “You’re Lucky Eddie.”

“Yeah,” I nodded, rolling a joint for us. I’d started using “Lucky Eddie” as my signature about three years ago on the advice of a friend of mine. I’d been working in the shipyard as a welder at the time, sketching and drawing in my spare time, and getting one or two sales a year. I’d been signing my work with my real name then—John Edwards. A few months after beginning to use “Lucky Eddie,” sales picked up and within a year, I quit my welding job. I lit the joint and took a big hit.

“Thanks,” Ronny said, taking the joint from me.

It was heavy grass and we were stoned long before we finished the joint, but finish it we did. Ronny’s eyelids drooped as he got stoned, making his bedroom eyes all the hotter. He was wearing a torso Tee, and his pecs were sharply outlined. I watched his nipples begin to peak. As he was inhaling, I reached out and pinched one lightly and Ronny shivered and moaned, his eyes closing.

I stood back and looked him over, my cock hard inside my jeans. It turned him on completely and he began to strip—or peel, I should say, for his clothes were exceedingly tight. I also stripped, my hard-on bouncing slightly as I shoved my jeans down. Ronny’s eyes locked on my cock, and his lips parted slightly.

There are pillows and other props in my studio, so we didn’t retire to the bedroom. I walked over to him, my cock swaying, and took him in my arms, my hands running over his muscular back and down his spine to his ass.