Long Timothee Chalamet Stories

The Snarky French Boy (P6)

Warnings - naked, nude art, oral (male receiving)

"I'm sorry," it was my immediate response, even though I wasn't.

"This is pretty good, though I am a bit more well endowed in real life. This looks about six inches, in reality I'm about nine," he said with a smirk.

Nine inches, I could faint.

"Did you base this off imagination, or did you catch a glimpse of something?" He asked, bending down so he was near me.

"I-I, the first night I was here. You were skinny dipping," I said in a whisper.

"Ah, a little voyeuristic are we?" He smirked.

"Are you mad?" I asked.

"No," he shook his head. "I just think you need an accurate one."

"Wh-what?" I asked. He began to strip. I was in utter shock. When he was naked he tossed the sketch pad and my pencils at me. He settled in a love seat, and angled himself into a pose.

"Draw me like one of your French boys," he winked.

"Are you serious right now?"

"I'm naked aren't I?" He asked.

"O-okay," I said shakily. I began to sketch his form. He was right, he was bigger than I'd made him in the original.

"You better do good, my time is precious," he chuckled. I bit my lip. His slim body was mesmerizing. It was hard to concentrate when I wanted to sit on his cock so badly.

"Liar, you came to see me because you were bored," I shot back.

"You'd be a liar if you said that didn't make you happy," he said.

After a while of silence I finished a rough sketch. I brought it to him, careful not to look at his cock lest I lose all control.

"Hmm, it's good," he mused. "You have a talent."

The compliment meant more to me than I'd thought it would.

"Usually, I'm paid for my commissions," I said slowly.

"I didn't commission this," he said, crossing his arms.

"You literally threw a sketch pad and pencils at me," I said in disbelief.

"What do you want anyway," he asked grumpily.

"This," I said, and I took his cock in my hand. I began to stroke him up and down, while looking up at him for any resistance.

"Okay, you can have your little prize, or should I say big prize," he smirked. I wanted to wipe it off with pleasure. I wanted him to feel so good he couldn't be snarky anymore. He was hard now, and I bent down to take his cock into my mouth.

"Mmm fuck," he hummed as I slobbered on his head. I took him down my throat as far as I could. I gaged on his cock as I worked the bottom part I couldn't fit in my mouth.

"Ahh," he let out a small whimper, and I could hardly take how aroused I was. I looked up to see his head thrown back in pleasure. I'd done it, he wasn't smirking anymore. I revamped my assault. I bobbed on his cock as fast as I could, flattening my tongue so he could slide in and out.

"Oh, I'm going to cum," he whined, and I didn't let up. He bent forward with the force of his orgasm. He came down my throat, and filled my mouth. He was moaning through his high. I didn't want to stop sucking on his lovely cock, but I knew I had to take him out of my mouth.