Slacker Graphics

I was totally embarrassed! I'd been caught without a good explanation! I'd invited a young friend, Jerome for a computer lesson. He was a mid-twenties slacker who wanted to be an underground cartoonist. I'd gotten him a little work at the Ad agency I worked for. He could draw really well, but things were slightly 'off': angst ridden faces wouldn't do for a story board with Sharon Stone exhorting us to buy Crisco Oil. He knew of my computer graphics interest, and I offered to teach him some stuff, so he might persuade a Temp agency to employ him. So he came to my place; wearing the uniform of an urban surfer. A torn T-shirt with a Keith Haring-like picture advertising an AIDS-a-thon. Well, I'd only intended to show him a page layout program, but knowing his art shit, I decided to run my painting/image processing program. But I'd forgotten! Clicking on 'Open' instead of 'New', the fucking software defaulted to the last seen picture. I inadvertently had double clicked,opening a photo of two butt-nekkid stallion studs fucking each other in the ass! I download this stuff all the time off a gay BBS and jerk off to these sleazy stud-muffins that I wouldn't get to fuck in my dreams. Jerry's jaw fell like a Tex Avery cartoon!

'You a fuckin' faggot, man. You a brown holeing Queer..? You wanna suck my dick..? Drive down my Hershey highway..??' These angry words startled me. 'No,..no.' I protested. ' You know I'm an artist! I..er...use graphics like these to...practice anatomy....' It sounded lame even to my ears. I hadn't come out. I didn't want it to be known. I feared the social ostracism more than being punched silly in an alleyway. I just lived another life, getting sex in Tea rooms and with bar pickups. I didn't want folks in the agency to know my dark, furtive sex life. A bit like straights not dating, or shitting as they put it, at work. But these stinging insults bit my ears. I held the sides of my head, knees buckling, I was gonna cry! 'Hey man, cool, I was kidding!'

He took me by the shoulders and sat me down. 'You got more? This I gotta see!' He sat on my lap between me and the computer screen, his baggy shorts thin enough to let me nestle my crotch in his buttcrack. 'Sorry I scared you, it was a fucking bad joke, I'm sorry. Show me more!' I opened a dialog box with the file entries. Reading through the list with their unintelligible file names, I chose 'apyc0040.gif'. On screen exploded a view of a giant penis firmly held by muscular hands, slightly hairy, ejaculating a dripping bead of semen. Transparently glowing against the dark background. The helmet crowned head atop a pink-gold-marbled column, the envy of any classical architect.The bulbous ball-sac, ridged with elephant hide, a texture only Rembrandt could capture with his oily impasto. 'Way cool,dude..' he said with his infantile superlatives. He dressed on the right, so when I slipped my hand under his baggy shorts I found his tepid hardon.

'yeh that's cool, man. I'll let you jerk me off. Lemme slip these off. He did, with easy movements. Had he really not done this before? 'next picture..' Thank goodness my program creates a preview thumb nail of the pictures. The youth on screen, three inches tall from crotch to head was open,inviting. He wore only white remnants, shreds of torn clothing, exposing his naked body. He bore a more than manly size erection laying across his taut stretched belly, hiding a mossy-hair dappled mound. His cream yellowy skintones blended into darker pink-ocher, where blood was closer to the surface running over muscular flesh. His two brown pink nipples forming an abstract triangle with his navel, pointing at his genitalia. I used to have a small charm bracelet sized key that would've fitted into his key hole shaped belly button; opening him up, making press his satin thighs to my ears.. He was bathed in an ice cream light with cake icing on it.

'Fuckin A, man! That's one hot lookin' dude' Jerry said with his giant vocabulary. 'I teased his boner, flexing it, testing it; I wrapped my fingers around him until thumb and fingers don't quite meet. I rubbed him, toying with his now growing erection. ' ..that's nice..' he said as he churned his butt in my lap. 'next picture..'

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