Hungry Tales: The photographer (1)

(Also narrated by a friend): After the death of my wife in an unexpected and painful way, my life lost its sparkle and for a long time I felt myself falling into a bottomless pit praying only that my life would also end so that I could find some redemption. Little by little, with the help of friends and also of my only daughter I was rescued from this pit by slowly returning to social intercourse starting to value each new dawn; with the passage of time I resumed my usual walks, a healthier diet, but without abandoning the addiction to a few cigarettes and espresso coffees that have always been my passions. One day, resting in a square near my home, I met Herculaneum, one of the friends who had helped me in that difficult time I had been through, and we had a lively conversation that culminated in an invitation from me to go home for coffee, which he readily accepted; drinking our expressions, he suggested that I look for a gym to do some bodybuilding lessons; as soon as I left I had the urge to laugh, because I did not imagine myself in this scenario, but his insistence coupled with a certain degree of curiosity intrigued me. <unk>Look here, partner ..., it's for you ..., and the first five classes are on me!<unk>, he said before we parted, handing me a flyer from an academy that he himself attended; I looked at the back and there was a kind of ticket signed by him; not knowing very well why, I ended up giving in to curiosity and the next day I went to that academy that was not very far from my home; the receptionist, a beautiful brunette of sculptural body called one of the coaches named Evandro, a nice and articulate boy who ended up convincing me to do an experiment. After some medical examinations that he had asked me, we established a circuit suitable for my age that I started with some enthusiasm; I confess that the beginning was not as difficult as I imagined and soon I adapted to the weekly routine interspersed; sometimes I met with Herculaneum who did not hide his joy in seeing me willing and excited. Soon I realized how he had become a third-aged freak teasing most of the girls who attended the academy; most of the time he was bad and I had fun with it. However, on certain occasions the rascal would catch sight of a young woman whom he would try to take to a motel room where he would enjoy the pleasures of youthful sex which he said was a necessary source of refreshment for men of our age; I respected his way of life even though I knew that he was a married man pretending to have a quite satisfying domestic sex life, but he kept me out of it as it still healed my wounds. Some time later, an event occurred that left me a little surprised, mainly because of my behavior in the face of the unusual situation; it was one day that I had finished the circuit and had decided to take a shower in the gym, which I did not usually do, but that I felt the need because I had sweated excessively; I was drying myself in the dressing room when I noticed a boy who looked at me in a peculiar way. I did not know how to explain it, but his gaze seemed to convey something lascivious that left me puzzled; as soon as it was over he came to me and began to praise my body, which I appreciated somewhat headed; when I found myself he was sitting next to me stroking my chest down his hand up my roll causing a shiver that ran through my body. His touch struck me in such a way that I felt my cock stiffen in a striking and surprising way, testifying to the excitement that was swirling between us; once again he caught me without warning, leaning over me and poking at the member that was pulsating in an insolent way; feeling his mouth wrapped around my stick, the shivers gained a frightening frequency and the excitement abated, making me act out of pure instinct. I held his head gently and let him suck my cock, which was done with incredible mastery. Even fearing the imminence of being caught, I let myself be carried away by the delicious sensation that his mouth awakened in me that lasted until culminating in a voluptuously profuse orgasm; it was so much semen that he could not retain it in his mouth, letting a part escape through the corners of his mouth coming to lick my belly flowing to the balls. "Fuck, uncle! What fun was that, huh? I have never swallowed so much shit! It was really mass!" he commented in a complimentary tone as soon as he finished sipping my semen, then taking care to lick my belly and my balls demonstrating that he did not want to waste a drop. "Look, whenever you want, look for me, okay!" he suggested, with great impudence as he dressed. He left the locker room without waiting for a response, leaving me there, sexually relieved but mentally confused. I didn't have the courage to discuss the incident with anyone, not even Herculaneum, for fear of being criticized or even discriminated against for something that I consciously did not allow to happen. The fact is that this experience made me think about my sexuality and also about the reasons that led me to accept it, even knowing its immorality in the eyes of outsiders. I didn't get to meet this young man, and after a few weeks I put the subject to the back of my mind. At that time, Herculaneum introduced me to Evaristus, the son of a friend who was going to attend the academy; Evaristus was a man in his thirties, with a well-defined body, an always welcoming smile, and a face that instilled confidence. As the days went by, he and I became good friends, and I learned a little more about this man full of facets and surprises. Evaristo had studied fine arts in Europe specializing in sculpture with stone and wood as his favorite materials; he had also delved into photography, winning a few awards and also a few works around the world that made him a person of accurate taste and a discreet elegant sophistication. Whenever possible he would visit me for a coffee, something that he was also an amateur, even gifting me with some rarities that he had gotten with friends. This closeness took shape until the day after our training he invited me to visit his studio which was also his home; I was intoxicated by the invitation and asked for some time so that he could go to my house to take a bath and put on more appropriate clothes. <unk>Now! That is not necessary! After all, we are friends, are we not? Come on, no frescoes!<unk>, he said with an exuberant tone; Evaristo was so emphatic in the words that I finally surrendered; we got into his car and headed for our destination, which was a loft located in a neighborhood that used to be a bohemian region, but nowadays it was somewhat degraded. I was simply ecstatic to explore that place full of exoticism and also of minimalism. The residue in this sculpture was a whole body of a naked man whose details were so curious and raw that it was as much fun to look at as my own life; and that work of art was as eloquent and impressive as my own life. Sitting on a large sofa of thick and soft cloth, we sipped a Kopi Luwak whose originality lay in its notes of red fruit and its very low bitterness, talking about the works of art that I saw in the studio; there were photos ..., many photos, some exotic, others full of realism and others so loaded with an artistic verve whose personality was very exciting. It was in this atmosphere that he made sure to show me a collection that he considered the best of all. We went to an area further back in the studio where I was able to marvel at what was on display there; there were hundreds of pictures of artistic nudes, mostly of men of all ages, nationalities and ethnicities; there were indigenous, African, Arab, Oriental and even some that I could not distinguish the origin, and what impressed me most was the natural beauty with which Evaristo portrayed the male nudity shielded by the models who looked very at ease in sometimes provocative and sometimes deliciously routine poses. - If you would allow, I would like you to pose for me! <unk> he suggested the burning clothes while I was still amazed by those incredible images. Forgive me, but I don't think I have anything that would make me worthy of the models I see in these pictures. "Well, you should know that none of them are professional models!" he replied with complete naturalness, causing me great surprise. "They are ordinary people from whom I have tried to capture what they have at their best ..., the beauty ..., and I know that I can extract it from you more than you can imagine! Evaristo's words, in addition to leaving me entangled, also caused an inexplicable impact as if they were able to awaken something that I didn't even know existed inside me. With his insight and surrounding air, Evaristo managed to convince me to accept his proposal ..., what I didn't know was that he intended to do it that same day; and before I could argue I was naked under the shower taking a bath before posing for the photos. I left the large bathroom with the towel wrapped around my waist and went back to the room where they had the nudes, but I didn't find Evaristo inside. "Hello, dear! I'm here! Follow my voice around the corner!" he said in a loud voice pointing in the direction. I walked down the corridor until I came to a door beneath which hung a metal plate on a dark background with silver lettering that read "Photographic Studio"; I pushed it and entered the enclosure full of tripods with light reflectors around a small stage covered by a heavy red velvet carpet where there was a sofa, an armchair, a sofa and a high stool, all in shades of brown. I looked to the side and saw Evaristus who was naked, exhibiting a beauty worthy of the Greco-Roman ideal. Without any ceremony he approached me and with delicate movements removed the towel that wrapped part of my body and then walked away examining me with a look that seemed to look inside me. He wasted no time in instructing me where to sit and how to behave as he delivered flashes of light to each new shot on his various strategically positioned cameras. In one of the last poses I was lying on my side on the couch with my head resting on one hand and the other extended over my body struggling uselessly to conceal my excitement revealed by an untimely and improper erection. - Don't be shy, my dear <unk> he said in a friendly tone approaching me in such a way that his erect member also remained within reach of my mouth <unk> See ..., I am also excited for you! Taken by an inexplicable folly I raised my eyes and gazed at that rigid member of proportional dimensions whose rigidity was hallucinating and I took my hand up to it girding it taken by an immeasurable voluptuousness; when I found myself with it in my mouth, now licking, now sucking and now vigorously masturbating it listening to the eloquent moans of Evaristo. <unk>That! That! Ahhh! How you tasty breast my love!<unk>, he babbled in a complimentary tone while caressing my head. With caring gestures he made me lie down on the sofa and came over me keeping his member at the disposal of my mouth while also enjoying to enjoy my tool tapping it with immense voracity. The mutual sucking continued its vibrant course, awakening in me sensations that since the death of my wife had fallen asleep and that now revealed themselves in all their delirious magnitude; they were renewed sensations succeeded by others totally new to me, for I had never imagined that I could share such an intense pleasure with someone so affectionate and sensual. Some time later we were lying on the velvet carpet kissing each other like passionate lovers and full of vitality; in a given moment, Evaristo put me aside and began to caress my buttocks with his warm hands, squeezing them emphatically before sticking his fingers between them in search of my little anal fissure that upon being pricked caused me a long nap that made me groan. -Ahhh! Wait! <unk> I asked when he put the pointer inside the anus with a small incisive blow <unk> I ..., I never in my life ..., did ..., that! "I know that, my beautiful!" he replied, whispering in my ear after biting him. "You are my delicious little virgin... your almost naive innocence has excited me since the first time we met... now... relax... it's going to be very pleasurable for both of us!" He fingered for a while and suddenly felt that his fingers had been replaced by the swollen gland of his hard member which he poked with such vehemence until it succeeded in deflowering me; the pain was marked, but Evaristo's caresses and his kisses and my neck operated an inexplicable anesthetic effect, turning the painful sensation into something much more playful endowed with an intriguing sensuality. And the rhythmic strokes that followed provoked in me an energizing pleasure that gave me a renewed vitality resulting in an erection that I had not experienced for a long time. Our libidinous game went on for a long time until Evaristo announced that he was about to enjoy at the same time that my masturbation was also going in the same direction. <unk>Yes! ..., yes ..., I want! I want you to enjoy inside me ..., Ahhh! Uhhh!<unk>, I responded in an exasperated tone when he asked me if he could vanish into my puffy little hole that I could still contract as if it bit that juicy member that broke my entrails. And it was in this atmosphere loaded with a hallucinating sensuality that we both reached our climax, with me pouring the load of semen on the carpet while I felt the jets of boiling sperm from I am bursting inside me, washing my entrails and still provoking another proud feeling that I did not know how to explain well. We remained humbled and whispering together today. <unk>He felt a wave of gratitude that would make me very happy, or a wave of pain that would make me very happy, saying, <unk>Thank you.