The walls were illuminated by pin lights that shown down on the artwork, some of the artwork in color, some in duotone and others in black and white. All were studies of the male body, all naked and all done by one individual. I had, since reading an old gay novel that described a bedroom filled with nude male art treasures, decided I'd have the same, but real artwork is quite expensive and was frankly out of my ballpark. I looked beside me on the large king bed and grinned, for the artist himself lay beside me, his 21 year old body slight and smooth, pale in the reflected light of the pins from the walls. Dark hair on his head and at his armpits and crotch was about all he could produce, although he was also trying desperately to get a tuft of hair at his chin. I stroked the bare leg beside me, the thigh muscle first tensing under my gentle touch and then moving so that under my hand was the turgid rod of his cock, leaking precum and ready for action. His bright blue eyes looked at me from sleep-fogged lids and he grinned sleepily at me as he waited for my hand to get to the business of pleasure...

...Nate was a student at the university where I manage the main computing lab for Northwestern. Filled with some of the more advanced computers available with the latest software packages, my lab caters to all students no matter the discipline, so it wasn't a complete surprise when Nate arrived to use the digital art software we had. I was seriously missing a lab assistant conversant with this software, so when I surreptitiously observed how masterfully Nate used the software, I decided to make a job offer right there.

"You look like you have some expertise in that software and I really need somebody with that expertise." I pointed to the screen where he'd made an iris that seemed to be growing out of the page. He smiled and I knew right then I wanted him. "Would you be willing to interview with me today and consider working here?" At his hesitation I smiled back and said, "I'm the computer lab director, Mike Danvers. Are you interested in a job?"

"Sure, that sounds great, Mr. Danvers!" He stuck out a hand and we shook while he introduced himself. "I'm Nate." We set a time later that day and Nate returned to his computer, mentioning he was just cleaning up the iris to turn in for a class. I went back to my office, pleased that he was interested and even more pleased that another attractive kid was going to join my staff.

Promptly at the time stated Nate knocked on my office door. "Mr. Danvers? Are you ready for me?"

"Come on in, Nate, I was just having a little break." I had some snacks on a tray beside the desk and offered some to him. I usually kept snacks like this for my staff in the office since I didn't have a kitchen or nearby lounge for the staff to take breaks in, so I had a large enough office to set up some chairs for this purpose. "I've got some soda and waters here in my fridge if you want some."

"Thanks, I'd like that." He took a bottle of water and a snack; easily balancing both while he waited for me to being the interview. We chatted awhile about the job and his other talents, and then when we were done I wrote something out on a pad and handed it to him.

"Take this to the employment officer on the bottom floor and he'll get you hired. You can start next week if you like." He grinned and agreed and we set up his schedule, then he shook my hand and thanked me for the opportunity. I smiled back and welcomed him to my staff. "I'll give you your training on your first day and we'll go from there."

Less than a month later Nate had become one of the favorite assistants in the lab because of how he treated the other students. Both girls and guys seemed to like his easygoing approach to helping them and I was happy because he seemed to treat everybody fairly and not show preference to either girls or guys. I did find it interesting that he seemed to hang about where he could see me in my office, but I just put it down to being new and wanting to impress the boss. I also found it interesting that I never saw a girlfriend hanging around him like the other guys that worked for me, so one day when he was enjoying some cookies in my office I asked him about that.

"Girlfriend?" He replied, "Nope, I don't have one."

I just nodded and he continued his break while I worked on paperwork, then when he was done he surprised me by asking if I had anything going on that evening, being a Friday night. "Not really, Nate, why?"

"Well, I have some tickets to an art exhibit and I wondered if you'd be interested."

I thought about it and then agreed to go with him. We decided to meet at my car and head into town to where the gallery was. I'd heard of the gallery before, in fact two of my good friends, a gay couple, owned it. Wondering about how Nate got involved, I finished up my workday and headed out to my car, Nate standing beside it ready to go. I smiled at him and we chatted about nothing until we arrived at the gallery and pulled into a parking spot. We were just about ready to enter when Nate stopped me.

"Um, Mr. Danvers? I thought I better tell you just in case you might get offended."

"Tell me what, Nate?"

He looked a bit uncomfortable and looked down at his feet. "Well, this gallery tends to handle gay exhibits and what the exhibit is tonight is male nudes."

I smiled back at him and said, "No worries, I not only like seeing male nudes but I also am good friends with the owners. I'll be fine. Thanks for thinking of me."

He grinned back, his sunny personality restored and we entered the gallery. My two friends greeted us and, winking at Nate as he made some odd frantic hand gestures, gave us some cheese and glasses of wine as well as a small folio of the artwork being presented. Manipulating the cheese plate as well as my glass of wine kept me from looking over the folio and Nate seemed to be having the same problem, so we just walked around the gallery to look at the artwork and I was quite impressed with what I was seeing.

Twenty nudes, all full body works of muscular men with endowments of heroic proportions, graced the walls of the gallery, each work's subject in a different pose or 'atmosphere' calculated to show of one or more body parts. I noted that, while the cocks and balls were almost larger than life, they were still within realistic size. The artist's view and angle were how they looked so large, for I could see how the eye was drawn by the skewed perspective to the equipment. I also noted, laughing to myself, that the artist's name was the same on all the artwork.

"So, Nate, when did you start doing such excellent work?"

He stopped, dropping his thankfully empty plastic wine glass on the ground and looked back at me, his whole body language one of shock and panic. "Um, how did you guess?"

I smiled and showed him where his name was prominently displayed beside the nude we were currently viewing. "I also kind of guessed that I'd be seeing your work here based upon the ticket you'd given me." I showed him the stub that I'd kept and he laughed nervously as he saw his name upon the featured artist ticket. "Hey, don't worry, Nate. I told you I like looking at nudes." Figuring that I'd better make something clear to help him out, I continued, "Of course, I like better looking at naked men when they are right beside me in bed." That earned me a swift glance so full of longing that I gently grasped the plastic plate from his hand that was trying to dump its load onto the floor with the wine glass and smiled into his eyes. "Perhaps we should take this conversation elsewhere, if you would prefer, maybe to my place?"

He nodded and we walked out of the gallery, my two friends smiling knowingly at us as we headed outside. We drove to my place in silence and that silence stayed all the way into the house and after I'd closed the door and gotten us some drinks. We sat together on the couch and sipped our drinks, I'm not sure what Nate was thinking but I knew exactly how I'd like that night to go. An eternity later, although in reality it was only maybe a half hour, Nate finally stirred, set down his drink and turned to look directly into my eyes.

"I can't think of any other way than to just say it," he said, as nervous as a first time virgin, "so I'll just say it. I think I love you, Mr. Danvers!" He tore his eyes away from me at that and started some long blather about how he'd fought the impulse ever since that first day in the lab when I'd offered him the job and such. I wanted to have those lips doing something other than flapping, so I simply reached out, grasped his jaw and pulled his face close to mine. His eyes, first a little shocked at my action soon turned dreamy as our lips met into what I had planned for them.

I began unbuttoning the black shirt that Nate wore and pulled it out of his black jeans, letting it fall open as my hands slipped over Nate's slender yet still masculine upper torso. Hairless and pale, his chest had less definition than most young men of his age but something about his pecs and dark pink nipples appealed to me. He didn't have any abs, really, but his belly was smooth and flat, his sides slender as they disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. Nate started getting into the mood and helped me out of my own shirt and tie, marveling with both an artist's and lover's eye at my muscular frame. His hands gently moved over my full, hairy pecs and followed the trail between them down to my abs, his eyes drinking in every shadow and line as his hands moved down to my waistband. I'd already unbuttoned his jeans to reveal the band of a pair of black patterned silk boxers and his eyes moved away from my body only once to check if it was ok for his hands to continue undressing me. I nodded and his gentle touch began opening my waistband and fly, then almost as one we slipped our hands inside each other's pants.

With one gasp as my hands found Nate's endowment and another one as he cupped my own full package, Nate looked up at me and whispered, "I'm kinda new at this, so could you help me this first time?" I nodded and bent forward to kiss him again and then pulled him to stand before me as I peeled down his jeans to his ankles.

A little awkwardly he balanced to take off his shoes and then let me peel off his jeans one leg at a time, his lower body slender and smooth with just a hint of body hair on his thighs and calves. I reached forward and cupped the mound within his boxers, the silken fabric's sudden push against his sensitive cock and balls making him groan in pleasure. I slipped a couple of fingers into the button front of the boxers and teased his cockhead a couple of minutes, my reward a drool of precum that I lifted to his mouth and let him lick from my fingers. He later told me that he'd never tasted himself before and wondered if it tasted that good to me as well.

One thing as usual led to another and soon our clothing stayed behind in the living room while we began exploring each other more fully in the bedroom. Nate's cock was one of those no show and all grow kind, his cock about three inches or so above heavy full balls but increasing in length only until he was about eight inches of slender cock meat. He was cut, but still had all the sensitivity at the frenum that caused his cock to leap like a startled fish whenever my tongue licked that particular spot. His nipples also were super sensitive and he shuddered with delight as I lightly sucked and played with them until they were almost painfully hard upon his chest. One place on his body that surprised him even more was how sensitive his asshole was, nestled within the inside the crevasse of his smooth ass cheeks. From his asshole which spasmed every time my lips and tongue came close to across the perineum which made his cock leap happily, he was an orgasm just ready to happen. Indeed, as my finger entered his lubed asshole, I'd barely found his prostate when his geyser blew boy juice all over his smooth belly!

Nate's orgasm made the muscles he did have stand out in high relief over his entire body, his quivering flesh overloaded with signals from his cock and brain as his cum shot from his unattended cock. His body flexed and twitched a good seven minutes before, like a dying fish out of water, his cock stopped flopping around and settled into the ooze puddle it had created upon his belly. When Nate's breath had slowed down a bit I slowly pulled my finger out of his ass (nicely clean for a virgin to this I thought) and then lightly stroked his overly sensitized cock until I coaxed another orgasm from him. I waited again for his body and breathing to stabilize and then tenderly wiped him off with a clean cum towel I kept beside the bed just for that purpose.

"Oh, fuck, Mr. Danvers, that was sooo good!" moaned Nate as he lay beside me resting in my arms. "I never knew that sex with another guy could be so great!" He snuggled closer and said, "I'd had a little experience with one girl in high school, but that just wasn't the same thing at all."

I kissed his ear and slowly stroked a pec I could reach while I allowed him to settle against me. "Some guys prefer other guys, Nate, even those that feel something for both genders. I happen to only prefer guys." We lay there a little while just letting each other feel the other's presence before Nate whispered something that I didn't quite catch. "What was that, Nate?"

"I want to feel what it's like to be fucked," he said, turned towards me. "You didn't get off yet and that's not fair either, so I want you to cum inside me."

We chatted awhile then and found that Nate, like most guys his age and the times, had just had a negative AIDS test. He also didn't do drugs or anything riskier than having sex with one girl and even then was smart enough to use a fresh rubber. I also was negative, keeping my sexual partners safe and rubberized until we'd both had multiple negative tests and no drug or needle use. "Are you still sure, Nate, that you want this?" I said as I got his butt hole lubricated again and began applying lubrication to my hardening cock.

"Yes, I do," he said as he pulled his legs up and back to reveal his quivering, slightly slick looking rosebud. "I want you inside me so that while you are fucking me you can kiss me and cum inside me." He smiled shyly at me as I approached his back gate and laughed a little at himself. "Don't want to be a virgin anymore, Mr. Danvers, and I want you to be the one to fix that problem."

I laughed at that and then slowly entered him, his little squeaks of pain then pleasure guiding me inward until with a groan I slipped deeply into him and lay with my groin pressed against the hard yet pliable ass cheeks of this young man. He smiled up at me and then moaned as I bent forward to kiss him, my cock heavy and thick inside his virgin hole. "Yeah, that's it; I have a man's cock up inside me! Fuck me, Mr. Danvers, fuck me slow and fuck me hard." I proceeded to do just that, showing him how a fuck could be a loving one between two men as I slowly and carefully reamed him out.

I found that he liked variety and alternated slow and deep with short quick thrusts against his prostate. He would moan on the slow strokes and yip with pleasure as I jabbed into him, all of them causing his insides to tighten around my shaft like a lover's caress. I was able to kiss and lick at his nipples at times, nibble on his ear and of course maul his lips, all of which he said later that was pushing him into orbit. I think his orgasm was held back not by his will power but by the fact I'd drained him twice earlier and as such he was less trigger happy. I do know that when he did finally start to spew I was well on my way also and his sudden constriction around my cock set me off as well and as his spew shot from his cock between our bodies I was filling his insides with hot freshly whipped man cream...

...that had been almost a year ago and even with preparing to finish up his degree and enter a master's program nearby Nate was still very much in love with me. I, too, loved this skinny young man whose eye for male beauty had somehow helped him to find me. Directly across from us on the wall was our own portrait, the only duo male nude sketch that he'd ever done, his mind filling in his details as he made me stand just so to get my outline. The love that showed from the lines and shadows on the paper that made up our bodies as they entwined together made me realize all over again how luck I was that I'd met this skinny little artist that still called me in the throws of sexual delight, "Mr. Danvers."