After our experience at the spa, I wanted to again show my appreciation to Robertha for all that she was and all that she meant to me. She was beautiful; round in all the right places, which turned me on just thinking about it. What more could I do for her? I wondered. Then the idea came: a set of glamour shots! She would literally be a vision in front of the camera.
So, I booked her a photoshoot on glamourpix.com and selected their “Anything goes” package, which would allow her to be “topless, if desired.” They reassured us that it would be “discreet and professional” which was important to a woman who was about to bare all so to speak.
Allow me to just say that the remarkable thing about a woman such as Robertha is that even though I’ve seen it all — touched all her crevasses and loved every inch of her body — each time it presented itself to me was new. My near constant arousal around her was evidence.
I had never been turned on by a man before but there was something about the photographer that bled virility. It was admiration, or at least started out as such, but as he worked Robertha into various sexy poses in a kind of light-handed control, it made me more than appreciative; I wanted to touch the man.
Russ Frost was older, with gray thinning hair, but in very good shape physically. Like I said, he bore a swagger that was hard to dismiss. I didn’t know what to do about my feelings, however, but I knew I had to act on them.
“Can I ask you a question?” I asked him.
“You just did,” he said, smiling.
We both laughed.
“Sure, go ahead,” he said.
“OK…” I said, “let me just come out and say it, does it turn you on? These photoshoots?”
“Oh yes,” he said. “For me it’s about using my instrument, which just happens to be a camera, to capture the essence of someone’s sensuality, how they work it or me. It’s a back-and-forth, a liaison, a tryst.”
“Interesting,” I said.
“Does that answer your question?” he asked.
“I have another,” I said.
“Shoot,” he said.
“Do you ever photograph men?” I asked.
“Of course,” he said. “I actually prefer men, in general.”
“Really?” I asked.
“So full of questions,” he said.
“Yes, I’m sorry,” I said.
“Don’t be…” he said.
We embraced and I could feel his manhood stiffening.
“Do I turn you on?” I whispered.
“Yes,” he sighed.
“I’ve never been…in this situation before,” I said.
I had almost forgotten about Robertha, who was busy getting dressed.
“I’m glad you guys have made friends,” she said smoothly. “I’ll get going, leave you two alone. Text me later,” she said, giving me a wet kiss. She smiled and walked out the door with her usual saunter.
“Just us now,” he said. “Want to see the darkroom?”
“You still use that?” I asked.
“It’s still a holdover — just in case we need to go back to using film for some reason,” he said.
We walked in and he turned on the red light, which made everything seemed so much more impassioned. I was turned on too.
“I really admire you,” I said. “You’re an artist. I try to be a writer but nothing I write sells.”
“I would hardly call myself an artist,” he said, “taking glamour shots for people. But maybe. What kind of things do you write?”
“I write about sex, mainly,” I said. “And you would think that it would sell, but I guess I just haven’t figured out how to go mainstream.”
“Do you write about your personal experiences?” he asked.
“Sometimes,” I said. “Like I write about Robertha and me, she doesn’t mind.”
He smiled and came closer. I started to get nervous, trembly even.
“Want something to write about?” he said.
“Yes,” I pleaded. “Yes, please!”
He undid my belt and unbuttoned my jeans, finally unzipping them and pulling them down.
To my surprise I was getting stiff. “I want you to touch it,” I said.
I had never dreamed of such an encounter but now that it was happening, I was beyond elated. I’d wanted something like this for so long, but I didn’t know what it was, something just for me. And this was it.
He put his cool, doctor-like hand around my shaft and began stroking it lightly, then more forcefully. On the table I could see some prints of several beautiful women and my eyes focused on them as he stroked me. I was so confused but so happy; I wanted any and all who wanted me. Robertha, this man, anyone and everyone.
I could feel my balls welling up with cum, ready to release it on the portraits in front of me. But to my surprise he dropped in front of me and began sucking on my swollen cock, nearly bringing me to orgasm, then letting me relax a little. It was like he knew the equipment better than I did, he could seduce it then play it cool, elongating both my pleasure and my agony.
“Here, sit down in this chair,” he said, noticing I was getting a bit wobbly. “Take your mind off it for a while.”
“But I want to…need to cum,” I said.
“In due time,” he said. “Art is all about patience.”
He unfastened his belt and removed his pants revealing a handsome cock. He approached me dangling it and I took him tentatively in my mouth. I had never sucked on anything so big before, so it kind of hurt my jaw but I enjoyed it, as did he.
After several minutes of fucking his cock with my mouth he knelt before me and took me in his mouth again. What a glorious feeling! Robertha was a major star at sucking dick, but his lips felt different, more powerful perhaps. Maybe he was as talented as she was, I couldn’t tell, my mind was totally blown by the experience.
“Let’s cum, together,” he said. He placed some glamour shots of some beautiful women on the table and we both jerked our cocks until we came all over the prints and with such volume I couldn’t believe it.
“Just like Robertha,” I said. “You really make me feel like a man.”
He just smiled and chuckled a little bit. “First time with a man I see,” he finally said.
It was and I honestly didn’t know what I had been waiting for all these years.