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But despite the way someone looks physically sometimes I see someone who I find sexy and who I fancy like mad. That happened to me just a few years ago when I saw this young lad, aged possibly about eighteen. He walked straight past me and the first thing I saw was his face which had a naturally dark complexion from which the whites of his eyes seemed to gleam like diamonds. He was maybe of Arab or Mediterranean origin, I thought. Then I saw his hair which was black and nearly down to his shoulders but mostly covered by a woollen hat. My eyes went a bit lower and I noted that, for a jacket, he was wearing only an unbuttoned leather waistcoat so that his arms and chest were visible. That"s when I saw that he was covered all over in tattoos.

I have never been a fan of tattoos but on this young man they looked really good. They had obviously been professionally drawn on his skin, which was as dusky as his face, and carefully chosen to match the contours of his body. I saw in particular that his shoulders and arms looked like they were clothed in fine material died in yellow, purple green and red. They were, in fact, quite bare but the tattoos covered every almost area of skin. His chest was visible from time to time as his waistcoat flapped opened when he moved. He was not exceptionally muscled but the shape of his upper chest was apparent and it too was covered in this unique patterning. The same was true of all of the parts of his body which were visible.

As I mentioned he was walking past me and I observed all this detail simply because he appeared so sexy to me. I smiled at him and he saw it and smiled back. In my case it was a smile to say, "I like the look of you and I would like to know you better." I couldn"t interpret his smile but to get any positive reaction from a total stranger who stirred feelings in both my brain and my loins was a bonus. There was no time to follow him and see where he was going, who he was meeting or anything else that might add to my assessment of his personality. I did turn once he had gone by and this time I saw that the black jeans that he wore hugged his narrow hips and showed of his bottom to perfection. It was enough to make me lust after him.

Of course I didn"t for a moment think that either of us would meet again or that if we did it would only be under the same circumstances of two people just passing in the street. However it was just a couple of days later that I was sitting in a park having something to eat at lunchtime when I saw him heading towards where I was sitting. He was on his own and I looked at him as he got nearer to where I was sitting. I was just going to smile at him like before but as he got within a few yards of me he spoke.

"Hi," he said and smiled broadly. "Do you mind if I sit here?"

He was well spoken and I concluded from that that he was probably well educated.

"Please do," I said. "There"s plenty of room for two."

I had a load of sandwiches with me and offered him one. It pleased me more that he took one than if he had refused.

"Are you hungry?" I asked as the sandwich disappeared in no time.

"I"m a bit skint at the moment," he said. "I"ve just started as a student at college and it"s not easy making ends meet."

"Maybe that"s the reason he wanted to sit near me," I thought. "He sees me as an easy meal ticket."

If this was his motive I was not offended. In fact being fairly well off I was not averse to giving a lad a handout it he was prepared to give something to me in return.

"When was the last time you had a good meal?" I asked him.

"A couple of days ago. And it was one of my mates who paid for that," he replied sounding sorrowful at having to rely on other"s generosity for his subsistence.

"Don"t you get a grant?" I asked.

"I get virtually nothing because my parents are well off. But they will not support me as I am studying art and not some other useful subject as they would put it."

He emphasised this last part and I could tell from his voice that he was telling the truth.

"So how are you expected to support yourself?" I seemed to be asking a lot of questions but he did not object and was willing to talk.

"I literally beg," he said sounded somewhat ashamed of the admission.

"Is that what you"re doing now?" I asked.

"In a way," he responded. "I would really like to find someone who would sponsor me through college on the basis that when I am a successful artist I can pay them back."

"Do you think I might be that person?" I asked. I was conscious that this was my sixth question in a row but he had no hesitation in replying.

"I like to judge people in the first few seconds of my seeing them and I thought you looked like the type who would look favourably on a poor artist." he said rather enigmatically.

"I like to assess people in the first few seconds of my seeing them as well and I think you certainly stand out from the crowd," I said. "When I saw you the other day I thought how distinctive you were."

"Because of my tattoos?" it was his turn to ask a question.

"If you like, yes," I replied. "But I saw more than just a body that had been painted all over. I saw a good looking youth with an honest face and a sexy body."

If he caught onto the implicit meaning of my last remark he didn"t mention it.

"You smiled and it was a sincere smile. It made my day," I continued.

He turned to me and gave me the same smile.

"I was just practising," he said.

"Practising for what?"

"Selling myself," he replied without hesitation.

"Selling your talent?" I asked.

"In a kind of way but not the artistic talent that I have but my ability to give men a good time. I"m gay and I can use that fact to make money."

"So you"re rent?" I asked, not at all shocked.

"Yea, maybe. Being gay is another reason my parents won"t support me. They think that if I am forced to fend for myself it will make a man of me. That means become a straight man as far as they"re are concerned."

"You"ve guessed that I"m gay as well I suppose."

He looked at me and said, "I"ve been on the gay scene and going with men for a couple of years now and you develop a second sense about who is gay and who is not. When I saw you the other day eyeing me up and down it was easy to guess you were gay."

"And you think I"m the sort who needs to pay for sex?" I asked. There might have been a hint of bitterness in my voice.

"The way you undressed me with your eyes, yes, you might be," he replied.

He was right of course. When I first saw him my first thoughts had been to wonder how far his tattoos covered his body..

"All over, except my face, palms, soles of the feet, cock and balls." he said although I hadn"t voiced the question that was forming in my head.

"I might like to have proof of that," I said smiling at him.

"It"ll cost you," he said also smiling.

"I"ll pay," I said and now we were both grinning from ear to ear. "How much?"

"Let"s say a meal and a roof over my head," he said.

"I"ve only one bed," I said.

"Even better then, I won"t have to worry about keeping warm."

It was nearly time for me to return to the office.

"I"ve got to go but I will be finished work at five. Let"s meet back here just after then. By the way what"s your name?"

"Sirocco, but my friends called me Rocco," he said. "My parents reckoned I was blown in by the Sahara wind."

"So you origins are from Africa?" I said.

"Yea," he said. "My mother"s from Tunisia and my father"s English."

That explains your good looks," I said truthfully. "My name"s Jeff. See you later, Rocco."

"Ok, Jeff" he said.

I still had a round of sandwiches left and I gave it to him. I also gave him a fiver from my wallet.

"Go and get something proper to eat it will be a long time till dinner tonight,"

He pocketed the money without a word and walked off in the direction from where he had come. I wondered if I would see him again. I had a feeling he would turn up as arranged. There was something enigmatic but honest about him.

It was quite difficult to concentrate on work for the rest of the day and my mind kept wandering to this mysterious boy who was entering my life. I had been left a small fortune so was reasonably well off and had no ties. I didn"t even have parents anymore to interfere in my chosen lifestyle. I wondered if Rocco was really who he said he was or whether he was just a hustler and one that would take the money and run. I decided I could afford to find out.

I left the office spot on five and walked to the bench I had occupied at lunchtime. My faith in human nature was restored when I saw him at a distance sitting there.

"Hi Jeff," he was the first to speak. "I expect you wondered if I would turn up."

"The thought had crossed my mind," I said. "Did you get something to eat?"

"Yea, I went to one of the cheap caffs and had a fry up."

"Let"s get back to my place," I said.

As soon as we were through the door he asked if he could have a shower.

"I"ve haven"t had a good wash for a fortnight," he explained. "I"ve been having to sneak into a mate"s room to sleep and he"s in digs with an eagle-eyed landlady who would know if anyone had more than one shower. I"ve only managed a quick strip wash now and then. I must stink."

He didn"t actually. When I was close to him I could smell the muskiness of his flesh and it turned me on. Nevertheless to make him feel more comfortable I gave him a towel and showed him where the bathroom was. I also left some underwear to put on when he was finished as he had no change of clothes with him. I told him to join me in the bedroom when he was finished.

He spent a good ten minutes under the shower and when he had done and dried himself he reappeared just wearing the pants I had given him. I could see most of his tattoos now and he looked fantastic. Every part of his body was a work of art.

"Who inspired those fantastic designs?" I asked.

"I did," he replied. "I drew and painted what I wanted and gave it to a tattoo artist to copy. Some of these have taken weeks to finish."

I could believe it. His smooth dark skin had been the perfect background for the intricate patterns that matched in some places and complemented in others. These were not the crude pictures that are usually seen on the bodies of those who when drunk have decided to mutilate themselves. I wanted to touch them as they seemed to invite tactile examination.

"You can take a closer look," he said to me. Once again he had guessed what was in my mind.

I moved closer and he grabbed one of my hands and placed in on his skin. I felt a jolt go through me like an electric shock. His body was warm of course but more than that it radiated life. When I touched him it was as if I was in touch with his soul. I ran my hands all down his back and chest and then along each arm. As I did the latter he moved right up to me so that our faces were almost rubbing then he angled has head to one side and planted his lips on mine.

From then on everything seemed to go in slow motion. We held the kiss for a long time developing it by opening our mouths and letting our tongues connect. We became aware of our groins grinding together and the hard flesh that had been created from our passion. I had my hands on his firm buttocks which were only covered by the flimsy material of the pants. He had pulled out my shirt and run his hands up my back.

We were still kissing as I pulled back slightly and he undid the buckle of trousers followed by undoing the fly. The hands that had been on my back were now resting on my buttocks. Finally we separated our lips and I took in gulps of air to counter my breathlessness. At the same time I worked my way down his body kissing every square in of it until I reached the waistband of his pants. As I kissed his navel my chin rubbed against material covering his penis. It was too much for me I got both hands to the elastic and pulled the pants down to his ankles.

A seven inch cock suddenly appeared and hit me on the nose. I had my mouth around it straightaway. He had his hand on the sides on my head making sure that I did not release his throbbing member. His dick tasted every bit as sweet as the rest of him and it was like a piece of hot metal in my mouth it was so warm and hard. By the time I came up for air I had explored every part of it with my tongue and it was glistening wet with saliva. I stood up and looked at his groin. It was shaved and the tattoos went as far as the base of his tool.

He was obviously very artistic and had designed the tattoos surrounding his genitals so that they had a natural look.

"You"re a mobile work of art," I said to him.

"I"m hoping it will be my unique selling point," he said. "If successful artists like Grayson Perry can go around dressed in drag then I see no harm in my body being the advert for the work I am capable of."

I could see his point but could see the difficulties he might have in convincing the establishment. But on the otherhand he seemed so confident in himself that he could well make a success of an artistic career.

"Let"s cut the talk and get down to sex," he said suddenly and he pulled me over to the bad where we both fell and then clasped each other tight.

I had removed a lot of my clothes already and Rocco wasted no time in removing the rest. As he had already lost his pants it didn"t take long for us both to be totally naked. We lay in each other"s arms kissing and letting our groins press together.

"I hope you fuck "cause I want your cock in me," he said.

"I would do anything you want but if fucking is what you want now then let"s do it," I said. I was working my way round his neck shoulders and chest with my tongue. He lay submissively not hampering the efforts on my part to find his erogenous zones. Soon I knew what tickled him what made him moan and what made him wriggle. I would remember these things for when we got deep into some serious shagging.

After several minutes of foreplay we ended up standing and I reached his arse and opened his cheeks to see his hairless hole. He had designed the tattoo that surrounded it so that it could be interpreted as how a black hole would appear if we were capable of seeing one. I could feel myself being sucked towards it and soon I had my tongue buried as far as possible in that tight orifice.

We were both getting to the point where we wanted foreplay to stop and fucking to begin. I had moistened his hole with my tongue and stretched it with my fingers. He was telling me to stick my dick in there instead. I stopped and put on a condom. Although the rubber was impregnated with lubrication I applied some KY as well and then put the tip of my cock against his hole. I could see his ring started to wrap itself around it as I gradually pushed it in him. He stood perfectly still as I applied more pressure and I grabbed his hips and pulled them towards me. I soon could not see my dick as it was buried deep inside him.

He knew it too and started to gyrate his hips to stimulate my cock. I massaged his chest feeling and squeezing each nipple. I heard him moan slightly as the small pain it caused him mixed with the pleasure he was getting from being screwed. He stopped gyrating for a moment and I took over, pounding his arse with long strokes. I could see the tattoos on his back glisten as sweat began to form. It looked so horny like the hide of some exotic animal.

"Let me see you as you fuck me," he said and we separated for a the least possible time while he got on his back on the bad with his legs apart and stretched wide. His knees were nearly touching the mattress his joints were so supple. I placed a pillow under his arse and quickly drove my cock into the hole that was so accessible. Seeing his happy face as I pumped his body made me even more vigorous and he was lapping it up. He did not touch his dick but I could see he was fully hard and very aroused by what we were doing together.

I needed a rest as I had been fucking him non-stop for nearly half an hour.

"Do you want me to come inside you or in you mouth?" I asked.

"I want to have your cum in me and since you are wearing a condom it won"t be achieved that way." he said.

"Ok," I said. "It won"t be long now till I come. I"ll fill your mouth when I no when."

I resumed pounding him for just a couple of minutes more and then pulled out quickly ripping off the condom and moving up the bed so that he could lean over and take me in his mouth. I was only just in time for as his lips closed around my cock it started to spurt cum. Wave after wave of orgasm enveloped me as Rocco held onto my dick and it spewed its contents.

When I had finished coming he took it out and opened his mouth. It was full of my cum. I bent to kiss him and he rolled over so that he was on top of me and with our mouths being open the creamy liquid slipped from his to mine. I then rolled over to be on top of him and the process was reversed. When we had done this a few times the inside of our mouths and tongues were coated in cum and saliva. We broke free at last and I swallowed. It tasted what seemed like pure nectar.

"I bet your cum will taste better that mine," I said as we rolled onto our backs and lay next to each other.

"My balls are full of spunk so go ahead and find out."

I looked at him and he looked back smiling. I sat up and kissed him gently then I increased the pressure on his lips before making my way down his body licking and kissing all the way until I reach his groin. I had tasted the salt from his sweat and I was hungry to taste more of him. His dick was hard and seemed to jump rhythmically as blood pulsed through it. I held it and opened my mouth and let it disappear inside.

I have sucked many cocks but never one as vibrant as this. When it was in my mouth I could feel the life in it. It seemed to get even harder as I closed my lips around the shaft and moved up and down simulating a fucking motion. Rocco was moaning loudly with pleasure as I increased the pace at which I moved my head. I sensed that it would not be long before he came. He rolled over on his side with me still enveloping his cock but now he started to fuck my mouth and I kept still just looking at his hips as he drove his tool in and out of me. He reached his climax with an uncontrolled yell and a flood of liquid filled me. Without swallowing it I knew it was thick and sweet. He continued fucking me for several seconds more while I stopped myself from eating the cum he had deposited. When he finally stopped I released his cock and was about to come up to his face and kiss him so that we could cum share when he put a hand on my head.

"Eat it all yourself," he said. "It"s my gift to you,"

I swallowed and felt the creamy liquid enter my throat. The taste was fantastic and I yearned for more but I had swallowed the lot. All that remained was the after-taste which I didn"t want to go away.

"That was so good," I said as I made my way back up to his face, again licking his body. "Do you have any other boyfriends at the moment?"

"No," he replied. "The mates I have been shacking up with are all straight. They know I"m gay but there not interested in me for sex."

"You know yo can stay here," I said. "You"d said you wanted someone to support you through college. Would you let me?"

"And what would you want in return?" he asked.

"Frequent sessions just like this one and the occasional work of art," I replied.

"Aren"t I work of art enough?" he asked and there was a hint of cheekiness in his voice which I loved.

"You won"t be living with me forever, but your art will outlast any relationship we have. And if it isn"t valuable now I"m sure it will be in the future so whatever I spend on you now will be returned at a later date."

He realised that I was serious and looked straight at me.

"I am more than happy to be sponsored by you on the terms you propose," he said and he kissed me firmly on the lips as if to seal the contract.

And so Rocco moved in with me and for the next three years I enabled him to study his art without the worry of how is was to live or pay for any of his needs. He proved to be not only a good companion but also a generous lover as well. I never expected him to be faithful to me but he never wavered in keeping his side of the bargain. He produced regular paintings especially for me which he designed with my house in mind so that when they were hung they enhanced the room. By the time his course was ended he had given me twenty of his works.

It is now a couple years since he was living with me and although we keep in touch our love affair is now in the past and something I look back on with pleasure. It did not take long for his talent to be noticed in the outside world and his name is now becoming famous. As for the works of art he did for me, they still hang in the rooms where he had placed them and I have no doubt they are increasing in value but for me their true worth is in the memories that they evoke.