Chapter Five
LORRAINE AND TEAGAN
or
An Early Morning Reward
I CALLED MYfirst morning in the grooming barn a success.
When the stable hands took the ponyboys to their trainers, I scrolled through the images I’d taken, and my belly clenched with excitement—both at the raw sexuality and beauty captured in the shots and at the photos themselves.
I was pleased.This project beat taking photos of fruits and vegetables in so many ways.I wasn’t sure I could go back to that, to be honest.But I wasn’t going to worry about it right now.I couldn’t fight the silly grin on my face as I folded up the tripod and packed my fancy camera into its bag.
Liv and Adrian returned shortly.
“Hey, Oliver,” Adrian said.“Did you get some sexy shots?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Lorraine wanted me to suggest you take some photos of her session with Teagan, if you want to,” Liv said as she got to work tidying up.“They’re in the arena right now.”
Hmm.I’d already packed my fancy gear away, but I had my handheld.
“Sure.Is it okay if I leave my gear here?I’ll just take my small camera.”I held up my compact Nikon.
“Yeah, of course.Just tuck it beside the table.It’ll be safe.”
I nodded.“All right.Have a good morning, then.”
Adrian smiled, waggling his eyebrows.“You too.”
I grinned.“Plan to.”
I exited the grooming barn and came to a stop, overwhelmed again by the majesty of the setting.
Green and gold grass stretched to the edges of the thick forest on three sides and to the main house and parking lot on the fourth.Adam had mentioned a spot on the lake for swimming, and I looked forward to taking advantage of that very soon.The day was already hot.
I gazed at the bunkhouse in the distance, wondering if Puck had returned to bed or if he was up and wandering around, or reading a book, or playing video games.The image of him from that morning came back to me, causing my mouth to dry and my cock to thicken.
I stopped and scrolled through the photos on the Nikon to the ones I’d taken of Puck pissing into the morning dew.When I saw them, I returned to that raw and intimate moment, experiencing again Puck’s disdainful attitude and my helplessness to do anything about the attraction I felt.
The photos were stunning.There was something about Puck that had captured me and that my camera had picked up.Even taking a piss in the early dawn, the lines of his body seemed otherworldly.
Then there was the quick close-up I’d taken with the zoom.
In a way, taking pictures of cucumbers and zucchinis had been good practice for framing shots of penises.I examined what I could see of Puck’s uncircumcised dick as he performed the most basic of acts.It was a medium-sized, ordinary dick in its relaxed state, but I couldn’t help admiring its soft curves and the way the foreskin hugged the head as the yellow piss streamed forth.
I’d captured the action, so to speak, and there was no doubt what was going on.The long shots of his stance, open jeans, hand holding onto himself, and the hot piss arching into the dewy grass were surprisingly erotic, if someone was into men.Maybe even if they weren’t.
I took one last look at Puck’s casual stance and clicked the viewer closed, walking forward and pulling open the door to the arena.As soon as I stepped inside, the thump of boots on floorboards echoed and Lorraine’s voice sounded.
“Knees up.Good.One more circle of the room and then come stand for me.”
I closed the door and walked to where Lorraine stood in the middle of the room, watching Teagan as he trotted at a moderate pace.Although I was incredibly attracted to Puck’s lithe form, I appreciated the sight of Teagan’s substantial muscles and tight glutes, emphasized by the leather harness and posture-enhancing armbands.
Where Puck was a fiery colt, Teagan was a prize stallion—the epitome of commercial male beauty in a kinky, equine package—beautiful and strong and majestic.While his presence didn’t affect my heart and soul the way Puck’s did, my cock hardened and my heartbeat quickened at the look of him.
I lifted my camera and took a series of quick, offhand captures as he jogged to us and Lorraine greeted me.
