The Exhibition
I am an artist, a photographer, and had an exhibition opening at a major, though small, gallery. Quite a number of people attended, and I sold a few pieces. Towards the end of the evening, I was talking with a couple who had purchased one of my pieces. As they turned to walk away, I heard someone say, "I like this photograph very much." Turning to the voice, I saw a distinguished looking older man viewing one of my pieces, standing right next to me, and smiling at me.
I thanked him, and he said, "You are very good, I've enjoyed your show." He was quite handsome, a little taller than me, slim, nice full head of gray hair, clean shaven. He was clearly older than me, which I found very attractive. (I've always had a thing for older me, especially in their 70's -- but that is another story.)
"I appreciate that -- are there any in particular that you like?"
"Yes, in fact, I've bought three."
"Well, thank you very much."
"Perhaps you could deliver them to me when the show is over? I could show you my collection."
"Of course, I'd love to."
"My name is Harold, by the way."
"I'm Jacob," I said, "Of course, you already know that," I stammered a bit, blushing.
Putting his hand on my arm, he said, "Yes, I know, Jacob," and he smiled at my awkwardness. With that, he gave me his card, with his address and number, and, smiling again, said good night. I watched as he exited the gallery, noticing his nice body, and his rather elegant clothing. I admit I was a bit turned on.
Two weeks later, we took down the show. I called Harold, and we arranged for me to bring the photographs to his place that evening. I arrived on schedule, and he ushered me in. "Would you like a drink? I have some champagne chilling for you." He opened the bottle, and poured out two stems. "To nice new additions to my collection," he toasted, and we clinked glasses.
"Would you like to see my other photographs?" he asked, and putting his hand on my lower back, led me around his tastefully decorated condo. His collection was impressive, with some very well known names represented. "This is where I will hang your work," he said, pointing to a blank space on his living room wall. "I feel honored to be among all these great photographers," I told him. "You belong," he said, "even if you are not famous, yet."
"I want to show you one more, come with me," he said, leading me towards what I found out was his bedroom. We entered, and he said, "This is one of my favorites," showing me a black and white print, "Mondrian's Studio." We stood next to each other, close, examining the photograph. It was gorgeous. I told him that it is one of my favorites too, the softness of the light, the gradation of grays, altogether a beautiful picture. He turned to me, and I looked to him. Leaning close, he took our glasses, setting them on the nightstand next to his bed, and he kissed me, lightly brushing his lips against mine, then pulling back to see my reaction. I did not move, only looked at him, and he took that as a signal to kiss me again, this time more fully, with his hands holding my face. My breath quickened, as I was very excited by his kiss, and he put has arms around me, pulling me close. "I've wanted to kiss you since I first saw you in the gallery," he said. I told him I felt the same.
His fingers started to unbutton my shirt, and he removed it, letting it fall to the floor. I did the same to him, our eyes locked on each other. Pushing lightly on my shoulders, he directed me to my knees, and I obliged, willingly. I kissed his stomach, and undid his belt, and then unzipped him. Reaching down I took off his right shoe, then his sock, and then did the same on his other foot. I gently pulled his pants off of him, and saw that he was quite erect in his tight underwear. Holding the waist band, I licked his cock through the fabric, feeling it twitch. I noticed the wet spot where his tip had leaked, and I tasted a little precum -- deliciously salty. Pulling his underwear down, his cock emerged directly in front of me. "Suck me, Jacob," he commanded, and I happily obeyed. Taking hold at the base, I moved it towards my mouth, licking the slit, and then the underside from the base all the way up. I took him in my mouth, and slowly licked the bottom, and then swirled my tongue all around. His moans aroused me, and I know he was enjoying himself.
After a few moments, he took my shoulders and lifted me to my feet. "Undress yourself, and let's get in bed."
He lay down, looking at me at I took off my pants and underwear. "Stay there for a moment, Jacob, let me see you naked." I did as he asked, turning around to show my bottom, and then back to face him. "Very nice, now come to bed."
I lay down next to him, and our naked bodies became entwined, and he kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. "I want to be inside you, Jacob," he said. "Turn over." Again, I did as he asked, and I felt his cock running up and down the valley between my buns. "There are condoms and lube in the nightstand -- get them for me." I leaned back, opened the drawer, and took out a condom, and a bottle of Astroglide. At that point, I was so excited, so aroused, that I think I would have done whatever he asked.
I turned my back to him again, and heard him tear open the packet. Looking over my shoulder I saw him unroll the condom over his erection. He was about 6 inches long, not too thick though, just as I liked. I felt his fingers spread the lubricant along my hole, pressing in, and I pushed back towards him a little. "I see you are anxious, Jacob, so let me start to fuck you." He took hold of my hip, and pushed his cock towards my waiting hole. The tip, wet with lube, moved in and separated my hole, and then he pushed it inside me. I gasped at the pain at first, but was enjoying being in his control too much to tell him to stop. You see, I have, as I mentioned, always found older men so attractive, and have had a number as lovers over my thirty five years. This one was special, gentle, handsome, intelligent.
And so I pushed back a little more, telling him with my body that I was ready for him. He took my signal, and slowly inserted himself all the way in me. Moving back and forth, he became more aroused, and was I, and when he came, it was magical for us both. His chest heaving, mine too, we relaxed slowly, and I could feel his erection subsiding. Finally, his cock slid out of me, his arm around me, his breath on my neck. I turned my head, and he kissed me again.
"Would you clean me up, Jacob?" he asked. I turned towards him, and started kissing his chest, down his stomach, until I reached his now limp penis. Not want to spill his cum, I slowly unrolled the condom off his cock. It was slick, covered in his juice. Looking up into his eyes, I began to lick it, tasting him again, in heaven knowing I was his lover, at least for this one night. When I had licked off all of his cum, I crawled back up, and he took my head in his hands, and his tongue began to lick my lips. He then kissed me again, tasting his own fluid.
"Mmmm, that was nice," he said. "Would you like to spend the night?" I did, laying naked in his arms, spooning with this beautiful older man.