I posed nude for my artist friend and the paint didn’t stay on the canvas [MF]

I fucking love this story.

I had a really good friend who was weirdly obsessed with my body in a way that almost felt transactional for a while. I went skinny dipping with a group of friends once and when he saw me naked he went off about how much he wanted to paint me. He obsessed about it for years, saying I was perfect for a nude portrait.

So a bit of background, me and this dude did fool around once. He was actually the first dude I orgasmed with because he felt bad a man had never made me come and went down on me for like thirty minutes like a champ. I was just shy at the time, which is why he didn’t see me fully naked until years later. To be honest, I never thought we had much chemistry until this story.

He’s also an undeniably talented artist. He can literally paint anything and actually makes a living off of it now. At the time I just saw his potential and was a little curious about what a nude portrait of myself would look like.

So I finally agreed to consider it. He told me even if I just stripped down to my underwear he could make it work. We picked an afternoon to try it, I took a couple of shots of tequila, and then I stripped down to my underwear and stood in his living room/studio.

Posing is weird, yall. It takes so much longer than you would expect and is an odd combination of vulnerability and excitement. After about the fifth time he told me how perfect I was, I finally got the nerve to take off my bra and panties… You know, for art.

At one point during his process, I watched him turn a little red and get nervous. It’s so obvious I just burst out laughing and break character. He gets super serious and tells me to hold still. “You weren’t painting my face,” is all I said back. That makes him even more embarrassed, but he does manage to continue like a professional.

I’d like to say there was some hot and heavy foreplay happening during his work, but the truth was it was pretty boring. I stood there for two hours while he painted, and it was really only an outline so he could finish the rest later.

After studying the canvas for entirely too long, he announced he had what he needed. I asked if my body had lived up to his expectations, and he told me it was “above and beyond imagination.”

We both stared at each other for a bit until I finally asked him if I could move. He considered me for a moment and then got a mischievous grin on his face and said he had a bit more to paint. I stood still as he brought his tray and paintbrushes towards me. We never stopped staring at each other as he very slowly blended a few paints on his palette. Finally, very slowly, he reached a brush to my face and painted a streak down from the bottom of my ear to my collar bone.

Why was this hot? I’m not sure. But holy fuck did I get wet.

He shyly asked me if could lie on the floor. I did so and he spent a good amount of time surveying me like I was his new canvas. He started mixing color and finally sank to his knees and put a hand on my stomach. I just nodded for him to continue, which is when he finally brought the brush to my body.

I stayed perfectly still, not daring to move as he painted my thigh, swirling each color around and taking his time with the detail. He came dangerously close to painting between my legs, but instead moved right to my stomach where he painted a design that stretched outward from my belly button.

Holy fuck, it was so slow and so hot.

When he got to my breasts, it was hard to keep still. The paint was cold and the brushes were rough, which made me moan a little as he swirled around them with the tip of the brush. He was shaking now too with each of my whimpers, and it was really hard for me to even let him continue I wanted him so bad.

When he finally got to my neck and face, he only made a few broad strokes but made a point to paint slowly and meticulously. I was very careful not to move.

When he was done, he brought a mirror over for me to look at myself. It was fucking magical. He had painted a sunset with exaggerated colors streaking out and ending chaotically at various points on my body. The two of us stared for several minutes. I was almost sad at the inherent impermanence of it.

*Ok, now back to the sex part… My apologies for getting sidetracked but this dude was amazing*

So… I mean, what am I supposed to do in this situation? I just kind of motioned for him to come back to the floor, and he bends over beside me. He studies me for a very long time and then takes a finger and smears paint all the way down my torso, completely ruining his masterpiece. I reach up to pull his shirt off and then take a bit of paint from my leg and run a finger along his chest.

And then… holy shit.

He throws himself on me and we immediately start dry humping. Paint is fucking everywhere as I put my fingers in his hair and he puts a hand to my chest. The longer we go, the more the colors mix until we’re both completely covered in a weird dark red stain.

He pulls away for half a moment and laughs about how we’re both so dirty. I smile and say not every part of us because his pants are still on. I pull them down quickly and take him into my mouth, pulling him in deep as I use my hands to pull him towards me.

Fuck I love writing about sucking dick. It’s my favorite thing to do in bed.

This dude is so big I have a hard time going all the way in, but I am a champion and deepthroat the fuck out of this dick. Even when I’m about to literally choke, I maintain eye contact and watch as he melts above me. He is nearly crying and- in true artist fashion- saying how I look like a piece of art as I’m doing it. I let him come in my mouth and for a moment we just fall back and let ourselves laugh. We even start finger painting with all the swirls of color left on the floor. At one point I start drawing stick figures doing very dirty things and watch him magically get hard again.

He pulls me up and announces we’re taking a shower.

He takes his time when we’re under the water. I have paint everywhere so he washes my body, hair, and face, very slowly. When he’s on his knees washing my thighs, he asks me what I want. I tell him I want him to bend me over and fuck me right there in the shower.

He does not even wait a second.

Suddenly, my sweet shy artist friend is bending me over, pulling my hair, and pounding me from behind. After hours of foreplay, I come in three seconds and let him keep going until he finishes. I collapse onto the shower floor and this hero of a man settles behind me and fingers me until I come one last time.

I never post photos of myself, but NGL, it was hard not posting the final portrait he made of me. Someone bought it a couple of years later actually, but it was definitely the second best piece of art made that day.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/r7rc01/i_posed_nude_for_my_artist_friend_and_the_paint