Teagan moved his legs apart and Lorraine wrapped her small hand around his large appendage and began to work it.
I lifted my camera.
Teagan’s gaze shifted to me as he made soft noises of pleasure.I wished I could capture that look on his face, of rapture and pride and gratitude.His cheeks were flushed from exertion and arousal…and perhaps some embarrassment at being on display.But I aimed the camera lower and focused on Lorraine’s hand and Teagan’s cock as things got going.
She was right about her technique.Lorraine was clearly adept at handling penises.Her fingers seemed to be everywhere at once.She changed up her tempo and her grip to keep him engaged, and the fact that his arms were captive and he was under the curious gaze of a virtual stranger must have made the situation that much more effective.
My brain and body responded to the tantalizing image of the muscular ponyboy at his trainer’s mercy, his dick an entertaining object in her expert grasp.Lorraine’s petite lips opened as she concentrated, and Teagan’s moans of bliss became stuttering gasps as he approached his climax.
With a series of practiced twists of her delicate wrist, Lorraine brought Teagan to the edge and over it, the milky surge of his semen oozing over her knuckles as she continued her manipulations.Teagan’s primal groan echoed off the walls of the arena, and I took a series of photo bursts of the event as my heart hammered in my chest and my cock throbbed with envy.
When Teagan’s orgasm waned and he sagged with relief, Lorraine released him and peeled off her rubber glove, crooning and reassuring her charge.
“Very, very good.I think Oliver got some lovely photographs of you, my pet.”
I cleared my throat, attempting to quell my own excitement.“I did.Lots.”
“Hmm.I think Oliver appreciated our performance in more than simply an artistic capacity.”
I glanced down at my shorts where a definable tent from my erection was visible.I shrugged and grinned.
“Can you blame me?”
I wasn’t embarrassed in the least.What gay man wouldn’t have gotten hard from that?
The tinkling of Lorraine’s musical laugh soothed my spirit and revived my energy.I began to take shots of her ponyboy’s penis as it slowly softened and shrank.I zoomed in on a bubble of semen as it emerged from the tip of Teagan’s cock and hung, suspended by an extending thread, before separating and dropping to the floor.
Thatimage would make it onto the website.I was almost positive.
“Lorraine.Teagan.That was incredible.Thank you.”I replaced the lens cap and smiled.
Teagan said nothing, but Lorraine touched my arm.“You’re very welcome, Oliver.Come back and watch us anytime you like.”
She left Teagan to recover and took her soiled glove to the wastebasket under the table.I followed, knowing I had to get back to the main house but not wanting to leave.
She glanced at me.“Are you interested in watching Kamal with Puck this afternoon?”
Oh, dear God.Yes, yes, and yes.
“Sure,” I said, pretending to be blasé about it.
“I’ll let him know to expect you, then.”
“Thank you.”
“No, thankyou, Oliver.I can see that Adam has hired a consummate professional.I have no doubt you will do the BCR proud with your captures.”
“I certainly hope so.”
I walked back to the main house, leaving Lorraine and her spent ponyboy to the remainder of their session.Teagan would have to reassemble his energy.It would be a slog but he might just be hard again by the end of it.Perhaps, if he was a very good ponyboy, Lorraine would reward him a second time.
My mind returned to the memories of her long fingers working Teagan over, and I tried not to get hard again.But the anticipation of being in the ring with Kamal and Puck this afternoon made me giddy with desire.
