Svend Rathsack (1885–1941) was a Danish sculptor.  Rathsack studied painting at the Danish Academy under Otto Bache, Frants Henningsen, August Jerndorff and Viggo Johansen before continuing at the Academy's Decoration School until 1911 under Joakim Skovgaard.

Gustave Caillebotte (1848 – 1894) was a French painter who was a member and patron of the Impressionists, although he painted in a more realistic manner than many others in the group. Caillebotte was known for his early interest in photography as an art form. This work dates from 1884.

Alexandre Cabanel (1823 – 1889) was a French painter. He painted historical, classical and religious subjects in the academic style. He was also well known as a portrait painter. This work dates from between 1863 and 1867.

CJ came again, sorry, pun. =)

There was no surprise this time, he just walked in as usual and we talked casually over pie and coffee. He's home from school for thanksgiving and I had been very much looking forward to seeing him again. Talk was of school and his studies, of new people in his life and news of the world and people we had in common.

When the pie was finished and the coffee cooling, he stood, leaned against the wall and looked down at me for a while, then simply said “come with me”. He walked slowly through the house, into and out of rooms, sometimes pausing, sometimes not. I was already growing hard, and as he turned I could see he was too.

It was the guest room he chose, decorated in blues and grays, with a stout mahogany framed queen size bed. Pictures of ocean scenes adorned the walls. This was one of my favorite rooms, cool, but relaxing. It was my sometimes day room, I'd come here to nap at times, or to sit and read in the corner chair. but I suppose that's neither here nor there, except it was a comfortable place and I think he felt that too.

CJ physically guided me to where he wanted me, which was to the side of the bed, turned me to face it and proceeded to reach around and unbutton my pants for me. He told me to finish that and stay there, then walked off. A few moments later I heard the stereo come on in the living room, A Bad Religion CD I had in there. The volume rose a little, but not excessively and he reappeared shortly there after.

He stood there, somewhere behind me and said nothing. I began to turn to look and he quickly said “no”. My little control freak playing out his dominant game.

Having had about a month to replay our last encounter over and over again in my head I felt very comfortable this time and very very willing to let him take us wherever he wanted to go. I'm not at all submissive on a daily basis, I'm very much a leader and in control most of the time, but letting go with CJ makes me rock hard while my knees get a little weak . It's good to change things up in life, variety!

Hrm, It dawns on me that I haven't described CJ yet, so I should. CJ's a good looking kid, if seemingly average at first glance. It's his personality that's always shown through. Kindhearted and gregarious. At 18 he stands 5'11” and weighs in at 175 ish lbs. He's baby faced and still doesn't have to shave, with messy brown hair, Gray green eyes, and a near perpetual smile-grin-smirk on his face. He comes across as a bit of a goof generally, and is very much literally what you might picture as the boy next door. Gah, he IS the boy next door...

He's still doing whatever it is he's doing and has left me standing here with my pants off, socks and shirt on facing the bed with no clue what exactly is gonna go down. I'm still as hard as a rock and beginning to get a little precum forming. Then I hear it, his zipper coming down and the shuffle as he removes his clothes. “Turn around” I hear and do so as he approaches. He's stripped down completely, is hard and ready to rock `n roll. He stops a few feet from me and waggles his hips slightly so his cock bounces from side to side while flexing it to add some up and down and truthfully it's hot but It's his face I drink in with my eyes. He's still got an innocent look no matter what lurks behind and that's a rush.

Do you want? He asks... Say Please.

Please, yes, please.

Maybe you should say Please Sir...

I looked at him for a moment with a Maybe your taking this a bit far look, and something changed in his demeanor. There was a bit of displeasure showing now, impatience with my not following his script.

I found myself saying “Please Sir”, a bit diminutively.

He took the bottle of lube he had brought in and liberally coated his cock, then stood there slowly stroking himself for a while. He told me to turn and face the bed again, Coming close in behind me he proceeded to lube my ass and slipped just the smallest bit of a finger inside, telling me that he wanted his cock to stretch me, and nothing else.

CJ then proceeded to position me chest down draped over the side of the bed with my legs spread wide, and my arms down at my side. It wasn't the most comfortable place and position but it wasn't bad. I was still rock hard and beginning to freely drip precum now.

CJ's cock is a solid 7 inches, and uncircumcised. The head, a beautiful mushroom a good bit larger than the shaft. When he's in you can feel the head distinctly.

He positioned himself and gently pressed the head against my hole and I bore down to give access. He really took his time getting inside. Playing the head of his cock almost to the point of slipping past the entrance, but pulling back slightly so that he didn't go in. He's got me freely dripping and so close to cumming already it's almost infuriating. Then he just pushes in, not stopping till he's to the root. Let me tell you, THAT made me suck air! There's an urge to fight that type of intrusion, but I wasn't in much of a position to do so, because he had my arms nailed down with his. Disconcerting, losing/giving up control. And he layed his body weight entirely on me while sliding an arm around my upper chest, neck.

With all of his weight on me in this position I really couldn't much move, and he licked a bit at my neck, still pressed fully and deeply inside me. “Remember Alter, your mine, and you should never forget that”.

CJ slowly drew his cock almost all the way out and proceeded from there to RAM it back in till he bottomed out completely. And he did this over and over, with no regard for anything other than his apparent pleasure. I was pinned and though I struggled there was little I could do. I was howling like a banshee and he just pounded on, I was being pushed hard into the bed, my cock jammed into the comforter and forced to rub back and forth mercilessly until I came, and Christ what an orgasm that was, all while still being battered by CJ.

It was over quickly, maybe two or three minutes at most, and he laid his weight fully back onto me again and whispered in my ear, voice ragged and heavy, “That was for me Alter. Don't ever forget, or fight, who you belong to”.

He pushed himself up with his hands, one in the middle of my back, the other on the back of my neck and pulled out of me almost dispassionately, dressed and left without another word. Me, well I just sorta stayed there in that position for a while, not really sure if I should try to stand after that pounding. But I pulled myself onto the bed and lay there. I was well fucked, and I damn well felt it.

I Felt his cum leaking from inside of me, and in a way I never wanted to let that go, or him for that matter. I could feel him still, slamming into me, the burn/itch at my hole, and I never wanted it end. Bad Religions - Along The Way was the song playing on the stereo as I fell off to sleep.

--Alter

He's missing a ME between his legs. =)

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Journal entry, 7 Sept, 2005

I've always had an open door policy with people I knew. If the door was unlocked, just walk on in. And in all my years I had very few surprises. Few...

He came in, shouted a hello and I called back from the kitchen where I was cleaning up after dinner. I felt his presence behind me and hands on me before I even knew he was in the room, and as I began to turn, he simply said "No" and gently turned me back to the sink.

Ours was never a physical relationship and I really didn't know what to think at all. We've been buddies and never to my thinking, more. So this was a total shock to me. He's been my neighbor since he was just a little boy, the youngest of three brothers, all of them pretty regular fixtures here over the years. Fix a tire on a bike or troubleshoot a car problem. Sometimes for advice or just a burger when I'm grilling. Neighbors, but I digress.

I felt his body press against mine, his arms wrapped around me and held tight. We stayed like that for a short eternity. I started to speak, asking what brought this on but he whispered a "Shhhhh" so I just shut up. This was not normal for us at all and while I was unsure what to think, I wasn't too uncomfortable.

He stepped back and put one hand on my upper back while the other slid a bit lower to my waist and he bent me slightly, then stepped forward and pressed himself against me again. His hand came around and undid the button on my pants then slid the zipper down. A quick swipe of the palm of his hand over my cock then it was gone.

Down went my pants and he prompted me to lift my right leg and got my pants free. He didn't bother with the left leg, just pushed my legs apart with his as he slid his pants down. I felt his hand slide between my cheeks and felt the coolness of some lube he must have brought with him. I could hear the sound of his other hand lubing his cock as he slipped a fingertip inside me. “Cj...” I started, only to hear “Yes?” from him. Not an answer, but asking permission... I grunted my consent and his finger wiggled a bit more then left me, to be quickly replaced with the head of his cock sliding easily between my cheeks, searching for my hole.

Up and down, pressure firm until he found the spot and he started in. “Easy” I hissed quietly and I felt the heavy pressure abate. Then he held steady pressure as he slowly slipped in.

My eyes closed and I gripped the Formica counter tightly as he continued his journey inward. While he's not huge, he is very nicely equipped and I can distinctly feel his slender length as he proceeds to bottom out and presses himself entirely against my body again and just holds on. Me, I just take in all the sensory information. The fading smell of dinner and of the apple scented dishsoap. Of him, clean and fresh, deoderant, and maybe some cologne, but its hard to tell with him behind me. How he grips me, his breath on the back of my neck. The warmth of his body pressed to mine, and the girth and length of his cock inside me. The shock, but certainly not displeasure of this encounter.

He pulls his cock back while maintaining full contact between our bodies and pushes back in, over and over, again and again. I know I lost time, I was in the moment, and the sensations, thoughts.

I can't remember a time when I was ever this hard, but so unconcerned with actually getting off, reveling in the deliciousness of his insistent intrusion. Sometimes, one can imagine never changing a thing when a moment is so good, this was one of those times.

As with all things an end is imminent and soon he whispered, lips against my ear with warm moist breath, “close”.

“Stay in me” I breathed back heavily as he stopped for a moment to bring a hand up and wrap my neck and jaw in it. He pulled my upper body more into his as he resumed a less rhythmic but more urgent thrusting inside me. It didn't take long and he pushed as deeply as he could into me and I pushed back while he came. He pulled back a short bit and pushed in hard again, and a few more times over. Then he just held still and relaxed his weight onto me as I stood, bent, bridged to the countertop supporting both myself and him.

I felt a light brush of his lips and maybe a bit of tongue play over my neck just below my ear, then again lower. His breath still a but ragged and heavy.

Then again at my ear... “That was for me Alter, all for me, and my pleasure. Your mine, and always will be. I'll always be inside you. A part of you, and we can't change that. Never forget your mine, I took you and you gave yourself willingly to me.” and as I stuttered, looking for something to say he “shhh'd” me again. My cock pulsed and throbbed with the weight of his words, and the feel of him still inside me.

Whispering “and this for you and you alone” as he ran his hand down to my cock and brought me off as his semi softness hardened and began to slide in and out of me again. When I had come and he slipped out of me, he turned my head and kissed me lightly on the lips, smiled and walked from the room while straightening his clothes. I heard the door open then close, and that was the last I saw of him for a while. He left for college a few days later.

– Alter

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Absolutely fucking delicious this one is. I wonder, does he top more off camera? 

--Alter

Couldn't find anything about this painting or the artist, so just enjoy!

Émile Jean-Horace Vernet (1789 – 1863) more commonly known as simply Horace Vernet, was a French painter of battles, portraits, and Orientalist subjects. This work dates from between circa 1807 and circa 1810.

Arnold Böcklin (1827 – 1901) was a Swiss Symbolist painter. He is best known for his six versions of the Isle of the Dead, which inspired works by several late-Romantic composers. This work dates from 1866.

What to do tonight.

Plan A. I will spend an evening on StripChat and spend a few of my hard earned pounds on my favourite models.

Have a chat and possibly take one into a private show to have some one on one action.

Plan B. Clean the flat.

Decision Fuck the flat lol

Have fun Guys. 

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Gyula Benczúr (1844 - 1920) was a Hungarian painter and art teacher. An outstanding exponent of academicism, he specialized in portraits and historical scenes. He is considered one of the greatest Hungarian masters of historicism. This work dates from 1881.

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