I had bumped into him at the con with his friends. I had broken up with him a year before due to the long distance between us and met someone else not...long after. We had been so in love when things were good and he did not take me moving on well. I hadn't seen or spoken to him since and he was still clearly angry with me about lying to him about meeting someone new. Even though I was happy in a new relationship he was still the best man I had ever known, and when I say known I mean 'known'. Fumbling under my pillow I drag out a crumpled handkerchief and as I convulse I shroud my spurting cock with it.My face is buried in my pillows to muffle my groans of relief and massive pleasure. I jerk and buck as I pump out jets of what feels like burning hot cream in spasms from my still hard penis. Finally my bliss ends and I slump flat, wadding the soaked ball of cotton in my hand as my heart hammers and my breathing begins to slow.In my shadowy room I drowse but still my thoughts, or are. I wanted the artistic community to recognize for my art. Around this time, I had also gotten involved more with some of the other local artists. I met one through one of our regular nude models, Suzie. His name was Josh, and Suzie told me he also did nude modeling. He was a very athletic black man with, as Suzie told me, “a gorgeous fucking cock.”I met Suzie for lunch one day, and she took me by to meet Josh. I was ostensibly there to hire him to nude model for us at one of our Brews & Brushes. " She grinned. "Remember, we will be a little late tonight. We have to go by the counseling center so I can demonstrate to them that your father has cured me of my fears." She looked at me. "Paul, why don't we pick up Chinese on the way home. That way the girls can be sure to have finished their homework rather than cook. Maybe we can watch a movie tonight."I nodded. We had all finished eating but still had a few minutes before needing to leave. Laura headed out and, ten minutes later, we left..