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Pulling It With Picasso

Posted by: jstfrths Age: 60 Posted on: 19 Nov 2015 4 comments
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Years ago, I saw a portion of a documentary about Pablo Picasso, the famous artist, known for very surreal paintings, a handlebar mustache and working nude or nearly nude. Toward the end of an interview, he just casually said to the interviewer, and now I don't remember whether it was a man or a woman, something like, "Let's have some lunch, and then I'm going to masturbate. Do you want to watch?" I was shocked that they'd leave that in the documentary. There was no answer, the documentary cut to another scene.

So that got me to thinking what it would be like to masturbate with Picasso. I imagine we'd have a nice lunch at his French villa, and then retire to the patio. He asked his wife to put some soft music on. She then went back in the house to do something or another, and Pablo, who had been wearing nothing but shorts and sandals, then pulled down his shorts at that point. He wasn't even wearing underwear, but now, his frizzy old self was fully exposed. Hmm, I didn't notice before that he had a bit of a pot belly, but his skinny legs and little ass made that more noticeable. Interesting, this world-famous artist is as human as the rest of us! And, just as casual as if he were dipping his brush into some cobalt blue, he sat back down on his chair with his legs stretched out wide in front of him, and started fiddling with his soft dick. He didn't seem to care whether I was naked or not. So what the heck, after looking this way and that hoping that no neighbors were looking, I pulled down my pants, and sat in a chair opposite him. When I did, he just said, in Spanish-accented French, "belle bite" (nice penis). His scrotum started to tighten up and his dick started inflating a bit. He was sort of idly pulling on his frenulum with his thumb and forefinger. I'm still a little awe-struck when I interview famous people, but that was wearing off, and I was starting to become erect too. Pablo and I had a mutual staring contest. He was intently looking at my dick, as I was watching his. Under my gaze, he grew harder and started stroking in earnest. Under his gaze, I grew harder and stroked more boldly also. After a moment, we were both fully inflated. It didn't matter that he was nearly 80 years old, and I was 60. We were just like two school boys wanking together. He kind of arched his back and said a little something I couldn't make out. It might have been, "hmmarwww." At that point, several spurts of milky white cum came spurting out, and landed on the bricks in front of his chair. Seeing that, I almost immediately did the same thing. His wife, who I hadn't noticed up to that point, had taken a seat just inside the screen window, and said, "Nice show!" Pablo put his shorts back on. I pulled my pants up, noticing I had got a drip of cum on the left front pocket. He went back to his easel. I turned to my notebook. There were some questions I hadn't asked yet, and now I had more.