Man for Man
 

Tattoo Me

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"If I were to get a tatt, where should I get one?" Andrew said off handedly.

"Hmm well." I said, while thinking how unlikely it would be that we would ever have the money for such a frivolous extravagance, "I suppose you could get `Phillip's little Butt Buddy' across your lower back."

 

"Well that would start a few whispers at the gym wouldn't it?" Andrew quipped back. "No, really; I was thinking about a Celtic knot on my arm."

I reached over to my beautiful young twink and pushed up the sleeve of his shirt to caress his shoulder with the back of my fingers. "You really want a tattoo?" I said cautiously.

"Yes, I really do," he looked up at me with puppy eyes.

"Do you remember meeting Nick at that party last week?" I nodded. "He is a tattoo artist, or well he wants to be, and he has to get experience working on real people before he can get his license. So he is giving away free tattoos on people."

"People who are willing to be his guinea pigs," I interjected.

"Well I suppose, but he isn't a bad artist. I saw some of the work he has done on others and he is pretty good." Andrew looked up at me with his big blue eyes surrounded by his cherubic golden locks. He looked like a Hummel statue. My heart always melted when he did that but a tattoo? Really? I have always had an indifferent/hate relationship with tattoos. On the one hand tattoos seemed trashy to me, something about my upbringing I suppose. On the other hand, good ones are pretty, but it seems so much more common to see bad ones rather than good ones.

"A tattoo is so - so . . . permanent" I said.

"Oh here it comes. "How do you know you will like that design several years from now...what will you think of having that when you get old." Andrew sang mimicking the voice of some unknown disapproving parental figure. "Whatever I like old Celtic shit - I like you." I rolled my eyes. "Oh come on," Andrew pleaded, "tell me what you would like." he stepped toward me and used his finger to trace a figure eight on my left pec.

"But Andrew you are too beautiful to scar yourself like that. You are so beautiful that I would never want to sully the canvas."

"Goddammit Phillip, I want a tattoo and I want you to be part of deciding what I get."

I leaned over and kissed my angelic boyfriend on the forehead. I could not deny my Greek god anything.

"I tell you what, I will look at you like an artist looks at his canvas and see if I can find the spot," I said suddenly realizing the degree to which I was aroused.

"Not here." I said I kissed his forehead again; then his high sharp cheekbones his eyelashes tickled my nose; and then I kissed his pouty sanguine lips.

"Not here," I said as I nibbled on the alabaster skin on his neck my forehead scratching against the blond stubble on his cheek.

Andrew moaned as I unbuttoned his shirt and kissed his collar bone and licked the dimple at the base of his throat.

"Not here either," I said as I licked his ruddy nipples and kissed his ribs. Andrew's breath caught when my lips crossed his ticklish spots in the hollow of his abdomen. My tongue darted into his belly button and I tugged the skin that covered his tight abs with my teeth.

"Here is an interesting place," I said as I dragged my tongue across his lower belly.

"Lets look under here and see what options we might have." I said as I reached up and unbuttoned his shorts. My hand at his waist I pulled off my lovers shorts freeing his beautiful engorged dick that slapped his belly loudly. Andrew laughed quietly.

"Ooh juicy." I said. I salivate every time I see his uncut cock. It isn't huge, it is perfect. It fits my mouth and ass as if I were a glove made just for him. I took his cock into my mouth and felt the silky skin pull past his dick head. What is it about cock skin? It is like no other skin, it is perfect, silky, loose and thin enough to expose the veiny meat underneath I released Andrews's dick and looked up into his eyes. "You can get `Phillip's Candy Bar" along the side of your cock so anyone who sees it will know you are mine."

"I love you more than many things Phillip," Andrew said in his sexy fuck me voice. "But do you really want my dick out of commission for a two weeks while it heals?" I smiled, shook my head no and swallowed him again. I didn't suck him for long, I didn't want him to be done and I wasn't done with my survey of possible tattoo locations.

"Here might be good," I announced as I kissed his hip bones. I lifted his legs and tongued his balls and told Andrew that he could decorate the inner parts of his thighs.

I had both hands on either leg holding each in place on either side of my head. I moved slowly away so I could feel the soft curls of his hairy legs tickle the back of my ears and neck as I inched down his legs, past his knees and shins. I held one foot in front of me and admired the manly strength of it, the veins and tendons raised on the surface of his powerfully made foot.

"I guess you could do something here," I kissed his inside ankle, "or here," I touched the outside ankle with my finger. "Turn over so I can see the rest of the possible real estate." Andrew spun around, laying on his stomach.

Andrew has the best ass in the known universe. It is the perfect size, and shape, and it is flawless, Michaelangelo could not have carved a better one. He had a light dusting of almost invisible blond hair from his crack over the orbs of flesh. I dove directly to the cleft of his perky bubble butt and nuzzled, and tongued his quivering pink hole.

"When I pretended to be straight I said I should get a tattoo here that said Exit Only"

"Oh," he purred, "I am so glad I didn't."

"See you might change your mind." I said slamming my tongue deep in his man pussy.

"Shut up you stupid fucker." Andrew said in a voice that told me that I had him so hot that I could do anything to him. I sat up and placed my hand on his lower back. I moved my hands slowly up his v shaped and muscular back.

"You are so fucking beautiful, I am such a lucky man." I said.

"I know you are. Now shut up and fuck me."

I sat back on my heels and in seconds I released my body from its clothing. My 8 inch cock glistened with the precum that had collected in my foreskin. I slapped a handful of lube on his tight pink asshole and then Andrew lifted his ass to meet my cock where they joined in a moment of electric ecstasy. I grabbed his hips and pulled him to meet my thrusts.

"Fuck, don't, Ahh, shit!" We shouted at each thrust as if we suffered from Turrets Syndrome or something. I was close to coming, my favorite thing when fucking this beautiful boy is to shoot my load on his back so I leaned back and dick popped out of his hole I grabbed my cock and I came. I watched as my jiz arched through the air and land on his right shoulder blade.

"There." I said.

Andrew turned over, his eyes still green with lust. I dove onto my candy bar, his dick, and pulled back the wrapper to fully expose his dick head. I licked it like a lolly pop and then drove it deep into my throat. My fingers found his prostate in is still loose ass. Andrew voice made a guttural noise that was as if from a scary woodland animal as I buried my face in his pink and perfect ballsack. I felt his ass clinch on my finger as the first shot exploded from his cock, flew high in the air and landed on his hip bone.

"And there." He said.

A week later Andrew came to me and said, "Do you wanna see em?"

"Sure."

He took off his shirt and on his right shoulder blade was a one and a half inch round red white and blue target with black cross hairs in the center. I smiled. Then he turned and dropped his pants and on his left hip bone was a Celtic knot circle.

"I guess they are something to aim for." Andrew said.

"Let's go do some target practice then." I replied.

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