Things had been "interesting" these last couple of years, still my cousin's connections had helped enormously, she a former debutante had married judiciously and now I was starting to become known in circles where personal presentation and family counted....technical expertise mattered too of course and this I had acquired the hard way through night school and apprenticeship. Now, the commissions were starting to trickle in, no longer dependant on family's subsidisation I had begun to pay my own way, the modest studio flat more than adequate for my needs was ideally located off the Kings Road. Now I sought that particular model....with my first exhibition coming up I needed a centrepiece, a face with that unique "something", and one that I could afford. So I put the word out in the right circles.
I hadn't really expected results so it was a wonderful surprise to get the call - someone in Kensington High Street, he'd been approached by a rather young free lancer, part-timer, he could even be "hungry"...thought I'd like to look him over? Hmm, I thought why not - at this stage I'll try anything! Busying myself, I forgot all about it so it took a moment to come back to earth when the bell rang. Absentmindedly I opened the door - and felt as though the Winter sun had burst through...there stood a truly gorgeous youth, vivid red hair, creamy skin and eyes, eyes so green and bright, now wide with amazement.
"Come in"
Was all I could manage stunned, he too seemed at a loss as he followed until gesturing I invited him to take a seat. Now we faced each other and
"Shouldn't you - be at school still, I thought you would be taking "A" levels this year, or is my reckoning out?"
Carefully, "No, you're right, we had no choice though, the family - well there was this business involving the company, the Police were called in and I don't want to go into it but ....Mother couldn't manage, we all had to ...adjust. I'm studying photography....a bit of free lance modelling helps," and here he looked around admiringly before returning to me. Softly
"You haven't changed, have you?"
For a moment I was speechless, then
"No, no....(By 'Changed' he could have meant a couple of things), it was tough at first but I've been lucky, I have connections...but I've worked my guts out too. I need a model - badly, very badly, and I can't think of anyone....anyone...more suited to what I have in mind, I just don't know...if I'm professional enough to...handle this..us."
"Me neither...."
as I sat there in silence I looked at him, memories came barging in, the warm sensuous couplings, the delights of his young body, now I imagined him naked as insatiably my hands sought his secret places - absorbed, it was then I saw his lip begin to quiver, and it was enough as reaching out I carefully drew him to me
"I've never, never forgotten you, I've never, never found anyone...to replace you...."
and unable to help myself I began to run fingers through those flaming locks as ideas began to click in my mind, it wouldn't really matter what happened I thought....we (and already I was thinking of "we") could just be ourselves, then we'd see what eventuated and with luck...well, who knew? So, tilting his chin up, smilingly I kissed that generous mouth and slowly I felt his arms encircle me as avidly, he responded. I was hungry, girl friends had come and gone its true but it just wasn't the same, I hadn't had a boy since, since..well, since the one I was holding! It hit me then and standing back, I held him there, God he was beautiful, and now at last, the beginnings of a smile.. "I've missed you" I said. Now the smile lit his face
"You have? You mean that, you really have missed me?"
"Oh yes" I breathed, "so much, so much my lovely - come here, I'll wipe those eyes, those lovely eyes - we won't want them red now will we, not for the initial shots anyway", again my mind was working furiously, and then gave up the unequal struggle as the hormones cut in, I was feeling incredibly aroused, here he was, we were alone, without fear of interruption and - so badly, so badly - I wanted the boy naked....so I could once more fondle at my leisure....between those parted thighs, he'd been so silky smooth and then the jutting hardness to be found and slowly savoured between fingers and then lips...as he panted and squirmed.....
"Oh God, oh God" I gasped, "please, please can we, can we, please...."
My hand sought and found his groin, to have him press it to him as I heard him say
"Look, feel, I'm hard for you - you've done that to me....again" and memories returned with a vengeance...
Savouring the act, slowly I undressed him from the waist down, pausing to kiss him on the lips I then knelt before him, his penis fantastically erect met my gaze, reverently I took its tip between my lips, pausing to caress the lush round smoothness with my tongue I engulfed him, then again standing - I pressed lips to his, I felt his hips thrust against my hand where it fondled him, before I knew it I had lifted the boy and was carrying him to my bedroom, looking down I saw his lips parted, eyelids drooped languidly and cheeks flushed, laying him down I stood there marvelling as his lips formed the single word "Please....." and then "It's been so long...." it was a moan.
In a minute, we were entwined, he with arm raised pulling me to him until breaking for air, I disengaged to raid the medicine cabinet - Vaseline!
"Oh yes, yes, we'll need that, it will be a little bit like the first time I think - no one has been in me since you"
Without need for concealment or lowered voices we became frantic, now I ran my hands over the slim beauty, toying with him as he smiled saucily, then fingered his penis as his eyes met mine. Gazing back his hand joined mine and together we ran our fingers lingeringly over his lovely shaft, silently together we fondled him until breaking the spell I heard him begin
"God, you don't know what it’s been like, so many men after it, and I needed it, badly, but they - just weren't you, silly I know but it’s been building up, the frustration...oh God I'm randy, so randy......please will you get me....ready...please?
I got him to raise his hips, and with shaking fingers felt for his entrance, more memories flooded in as gently I penetrated the boy, first with one and then with two fingers, a luxurious feeling came over me as savouring the warmth I slowly felt around inside the lovely buttocks, taking my time I indulged myself in a slow finger fuck as beneath me he began to writhe, eager hips up thrust
"Oh, I must be ready now - I don't care if I'm not, please, please, I need you in me, oh please, do it to me, do it....do it...do me.....please....."
The years of abstinence had taken their toll of me too, now I became as frantic as he and scarcely pausing to lubricate my penis, desperately positioned myself and with a soft cry, sank down into the boy
"Oh, oh God....oh..oh, that's it, oh yes, that's it, that's it, now do me, God, right up, please, as far as you can....ohhhhh....beautiful, so lovely....nice...and slow....oh how I've missed you...."
Gasping I got out
"How did I manage .... without you...God I'm so turned on, just the sight of you ...gets me hard....and here I am, I'm in you and you're letting me have you....we're - alone, all alone - at last, and nothing's changed...gorgeous, lovely boy....I'm so hot for you, so hot....."
Now his hips began to bounce and thrust, gazing down I could see my length emerge from those pert, glorious mounds to swiftly bury itself again at his frantic response...and he WAS tight, oh God, not only did he look sensational, he felt it too and the combination would soon take its toll - it had been too long, much too long for both, neither had the power to fend off the climax indefinitely, nor did I care for somehow I knew that this particular journey had ended. So, it was without qualms that gradually, I let things take their course, the graceful boy beneath began his own particular Odyssey and sharply panting, his smooth flanks heaved as with long lingering strokes I pleasured him, now my own breath coming in gasps I began to convulse, began to unload my offering deep, deep within the eager boy and finally spent, subsided gratefully to tenderly nuzzle the nape of his neck beneath the fiery locks. For a while neither of us said anything - it wasn't necessary - then with a little giggle he said
"Look what I've done to your bed top!"
Looking I saw the copious damp patch, no matter - he was now relaxed as still tucked behind him I raised his leg and ran my hand along its smooth length, his elegance was stunning and he subsided back against me with now easy familiarity. The intervening years had never been and with both arms around that slim waist, I hugged him to me tightly. I looked at the clock - my God, this would never do, not with a deadline to meet so with an apologetic mumble I grabbed some clothes, taking his cue the willowy youth followed my example then, the door bell rang so with a playful "do us a favour love, answer that will you?" I chucked a handy scrap of cloth at his head. I heard nothing for half a minute beside the sound of the door opening and then, an almighty "CHRIST!!"
Alarmed I saw him backed against the wall, in the entrance stood - one of the industry's doyens, a society photographer of some forty years' standing.....who, seeing me began to flounder, speechless. Now truly alarmed I wandered up, to myself be brought up short for looking as a shaking finger directed I saw...well, I'm still not certain...something ethereal, that's for sure...and the commotion began to make sense. Taken aback and probably dismayed as he was now, my lover still presented as a subject of compelling beauty, with shawl of gossamer green draped as I had thrown it, the flames of his hair shone through, and softly glowing in that creamy complexion were those lovely, lovely vivid green eyes that as they glanced at me, softly shone...if this was the status now...what would have been the impact on my visitor.... as the opening door framed the lithe smiling vision, shawl be draped, still flushed and radiant from our love making?? So, it was that I ushered in my visitor - and then casually but without hesitation introduced "my new partner" - there was ambiguity there of course and people could interpret it as they wished, but in my circles the meaning would be perfectly clear. With someone now discreetly nestled up against me and blushing furiously - it couldn't have been more clear!
"Jesus boy, don't do that again - will you? Thought I was seeing things...you know, had the call, been tapped on the shoulder - only in my case I'd been expecting something with black leathery wings. Gawd..." he settled down and quickly launched into the business to hand - soliciting entries for one of the Society's charity shows and both being busy he kept it brief - then off he went, nearly tripping as with head turned in admiration I heard a final "My Gawd!".
So it was that visitor gone I began arranging my latest commission, photos in this order, now that order, transpositions, notes for this that or the other - edits where essential, intricate, complex stuff requiring full attention. Finished I looked up...to find graceful fingers adroitly arranging the various categories I had sorted, as if by instinct the intent boy surely made sense of the next stage of this process, removing an hour's labour from my shoulders. Fascinated I watched then as he noticed me, his anxious
"Hope you don't mind...this just seems.... about right..but I'm only guessing?"
I gave a soft whistle and coming closer reviewed his work, there was little to be changed, then he resumed
"I'm doing evening classes at (here he named the local Tech.) and they reckon I should find someone to take me on, probably too soon though, be more of a nuisance than anything." He smiled
I stood looking at him as my mind did the arithmetic and struggled to remain dispassionate about the whole thing, and as solutions clicked into place I could safely let emotions take over, lovely as he was he belonged where he was - the unassuming flat seemed to envelop him comfortably, with this boy there need be no conflict and the concept of sharing, work and life itself, seemed rewarding, exciting and above all, soothing! Sick now with some undefined feeling and helpless, I felt him brush against me, gently I took his hand and pulled him to me. To his upturned face I said
"We'll see who is the nuisance, do you think you could bear being molested all times of the day? But you would have to live in - of course....when can you move? I mean it, deadly serious - don't want to relive the last few years again....not now you've turned up....no, not now - I just couldn't."
I felt his head bury in my chest then
"I don't know, it might not work....I've only ever lived with ...the family, what's left of it that is...so I don't know...but then, if I don't...there's all those other boys you could be photographing, and if I'm not here, well who knows what could happen...perhaps I'd better come and stay with you?"
Laughing I turned him round and pulled his lovely buttocks up against my groin, holding him tight I let him feel my hardness grow as reaching round I felt his own arousal begin, then nuzzling his neck let my hands travel to hips and slim waist where eagerly I reached for his fastening. Now I felt hands reaching to assist as garments slid down those long slender legs, now he backed away eyes on mine until feeling the couch up against his knees I saw my lover sit and then reclining - face me. From his now horizontal position with upper torso across the couch he raised his hips, offering himself with parted thighs in an unmistakeable gesture, eagerly on my knees I approached the boy, his arousal now gloriously evident with penis flat against stomach as chest heaving he awaited my pleasure. One hand to position myself, the other placed under a thigh to gently lift...and then I lowered him, his eyes opened and our gaze met as with weight on elbows he began the ritual. In this position he had the running and wonderfully content, I let him pleasure himself upon me, using his hips he masturbated me, there is no other way to describe it for other than grasp his thighs there was nothing I needed to do. Blissfully I watched as with a wicked little smile he assessed my reaction - I could see he was doing his utmost to pleasure me, the sensation as his hips rose and plunged upon my penis became overwhelming, fondling those thighs as they encircled my waist was an exquisite experience, I couldn't get enough of the feel of him and now, sound effects provided added eroticism. He was still carrying a load from our previous encounter, and soon the rhythmic squish and squelch was serving as yet another turn on so removing a hand from a thigh, I now used it to grasp that elegant penis, carefully I fingered and caressed him, fondled and then vigorously began to masturbate my heaving lover. Deliciously I felt his tremors begin, buttocks clench and unclench, eyes wide he stared at me helpless in his throes, now his mouth opened and between gasps
"Oh how lovely.... how wonderful .... oh God, yes, yesss....this is....beautiful, finish me, just....finish me...now...please...OH!! OH!!!"
and the taught beauty shot his gratitude high in the air, this was the signal for my release, with slow judicial thrusts of my own I buried myself deep, deep inside my darling and there released my warm stream to blend with the earlier offering. Later as I slid from between those clinging cheeks I said
"Perhaps...perhaps we should set about moving you this evening...we may not have the strength tomorrow"