Bonus
THOSE PICTURES WE TOOK
Theo’s desk wasn’t designed for two people.
The swivel office chair took up almost the entire space in front of the monitor, leaving no room for another chair beside it—not that he had one to begin with.
The only other seating options were the barstools at his kitchen island, which were so tall that I might as well have sat on the desktop.
That’s why, after Theo slid the memory card from my camera into the reader mounted beneath the monitor, he motioned for me to sit down.
“I’m fine standing for a few minutes.”
“They are your pictures. You should get the first look.”
“Not all of them are,” I said, hinting at the real reason we came here. He had taken some pictures with my camera last night, and none of them were exactly safe for work.
Theo’s lips curled into a grin as he turned away, blushing slightly. “If you insist, you can always sit on my lap—”
“Oh, for crying out loud,” I blurted, dropping into the chair. As hot and tempting as it sounded to sit on his lap, I knew that I was definitely too old and heavy for that kind of game.
My eyes fixated on the screen, which displayed the first image of the clock tower against the gray sky.
I quickly clicked through the photos, discarding them since they were trash anyway; I had taken them only to get the framing right.
Theo leaned over the back of the chair and rested his hands on my shoulders.
His fingers skimmed my collarbone, and when they found the base of my neck, he pressed his thumbs into it.
The pressure demanded my full attention for a moment as a soothing ache shot through my body.
I hadn’t realized how stiff my muscles actually were, but under his touch, they loosened little by little.
“Still regret being the one who gets to sit?”
“Oh, you just wait,” I replied, rapidly clicking through the images like I usually did.
When you take a few hundred pictures, you don’t have time to study each one closely.
The trick is to notice which shot sparks an emotion at first glance, then follow that thread until you find the perfect one.
Since Theo didn’t object to my method, I figured he worked the same way.
We slowed the speed run for only two photos of the clock tower: one with a lightning bolt beside the tower, and one with it hitting right behind it, illuminating the structure as if it were glowing.
We both agreed those two were the best from my session at the pavilion and quickly moved on, eager to get to the good stuff.
After a few more clicks, there it was—the first picture I had taken of Theo. I paused, giving us time to take it in.
There he stood, naked except for the towel around his shoulders. Against the vast clock face behind him, he looked almost lost, holding his erection toward the camera as if it were no big deal.
My mouth watered instantly, and my dick reacted the same way it had when I first took the picture.
“Wow,” Theo said behind me, taking his hands off my shoulders. “That’s… a good picture.”
I turned around to face him. “Are you sure you’re okay with me keeping it?”
“Yeah. You keep it safe for me, will you?” He nodded toward the screen, signaling me to continue.
Picture by picture, we went through them.
The ones where he was naked made my dick hard, and the ones where he was dressed tickled a part of my artistic side I thought didn’t exist. Turns out I wasn’t that bad at photographing people after all.
These shots proved it. Maybe I just never had the right person in front of my lens before.
I clicked once more, and an image popped up of me kneeling between Theo’s legs. My head was resting on his thighs as I stared at his dick with my lower lip tucked under my teeth.
“Fuck,” I muttered, shooting my gaze to the ceiling.
Although the picture was one of the hottest things I had ever seen, looking at it felt strangely forbidden.
It made me want to take more photos like that right away—simply because doing so would mean sucking Theo off once more.
“That’s…” I glanced over my shoulder. “You outdid yourself there.”
Theo propped his left arm on the backrest and hid his right arm behind it, his shoulder moving suspiciously.
“You should get to sit now.” I stood up, causing the chair to roll back an inch and forcing Theo to step back. “Those are your pictures after all.” My eyes darted to his bulge. His sweatpants did a poor job of hiding his boner.
Keeping his head lowered, he sat in the swivel chair, his dick pressing against the fabric as if it wanted nothing more than to be released.
“I had a good model, so of course it turned out nicely,” he said, adjusting his cock casually like I wouldn’t notice as long as he kept his eyes on the screen.
“It’s your turn for a massage now,” I said. Instead of moving behind him, I rolled the chair back and dropped to my knees in front of him. My hands crawled up his thighs, cupping his bulge in my palms, pressing into it, kneading the hard cock he was trying to hide from me.
“Interesting approach to a massage,” he said, glancing between me and the screen. “It’s like a replay.”
“It sure is.”
I tugged at his pants, and he lifted his butt just enough for me to pull them down and off. His dick flopped against the shirt still covering his upper body. He spread his legs, giving me the best view.
“Want to take a picture from down there?” he asked.
I shook my head and rushed my tongue forward, licking over his balls, up his shaft, and taking him into my mouth. He rested his left hand on the crown of my head while his right hand reached for the mouse and clicked once to advance to the next picture.
“This is such a hot combination.” His eyes shifted between the screen and me, as if they couldn’t decide what was hotter. “I never thought I’d get to do this.”
“Won’t be the last time.”
He groaned and leaned back, his hips shifting closer to me as he bucked up into my mouth.
His hand tightened slightly in my hair but didn’t push.
For once, he let me do the hard work. I bobbed my head up and down, occasionally pulling back just enough to lick along the underside of his cock before taking him in as deep as possible.
Every few seconds, his ass twitched, followed by a moan, until he suddenly pushed himself up.
“No, this isn’t enough.”
The chair rolled all the way to the end of the wall, creating plenty of space.
Theo grabbed my shoulder, pushed me to the ground, and pinned me face down.
He stepped over me, knelt so that his legs framed mine, and yanked my pants off.
While the left leg came off easily, the right one caught on my ankle.
Theo didn’t bother with it. Instead, he grabbed my ass and pressed hard into it, causing my dick to rub against the carpet.
He spread my cheeks, burying his mouth between them and licking my crack as if he were addicted to it.
His tongue traced around my hole once before pushing in a quarter of an inch, giving me a taste of what was to come.
He pushed himself back onto his knees, leaned toward the desk, pulled open a drawer, and took out a bottle of lube and a condom.
“Do you have them stashed everywhere?” I teased him.
“You bet.” He ripped open the wrapper and rolled the condom onto his dick.
A second later, lube covered my ass, and he aimed his glans at my hole.
“Again, if I’m going too hard, just tap me or the floor twice.
” Slowly and steadily, he pushed his dick inside me until his hips settled against my ass.
Leaning forward, he lifted my shirt and licked my back once before grabbing my hair and pushing my face into the carpet as he started to move his hips.
The last two times, he gave me a few seconds to warm up.
This time, he fucked me hard from the start.
Each thrust drove my hips deeper into the ground, grinding my trapped dick against the carpet.
His fingers scratched my right flank. His teeth sank into my shoulder.
Deliberately, he overloaded my brain, creating so many points of contact screaming for my attention that I lost focus altogether.
I lost myself in the rhythm of his thrusts, yearning for his fingers to dig deeper into my skin, for his hand to shove my face harder into the carpet, and for my dick to grind more against the floor.
He used me like I was nothing but a toy, yet it was so obvious that he cared more about my orgasm than his own.
He truly saw right through me, knowing by now that I would cherish every second of his rough grip.
He made me feel like a man through every inch of my body—driving it home with every thrust.
A moan slipped from my lips, muffled by the carpet.
The sensation of his thrusts, along with my dick grinding against the rug in perfect rhythm, built until the strongest orgasm hit me.
For a split second, I considered tapping the floor twice to warn him.
Another second later, I didn’t have a choice anymore.
My hips moved on their own, intensifying the friction from his thrusts and making me come right onto the floor. As I shot rope after rope, the muscles in my ass twitched. I moaned into the carpet like never before. A hands-free orgasm was new to me—something I hadn’t thought was possible.
Theo thrust into me a few more times before slowing his movements. I panted, riding out the fading waves of my orgasm as he draped himself over my back and brought his mouth close to my ear.
“Did you just come?” he asked, his voice carrying the weight of someone who was definitely not finished with me.
I turned my head so I could speak. “I couldn’t hold back anymore. It was so hot.”
“You know what happens to someone who makes my apartment this dirty, don’t you? Now I have to make you dirty too.” He thrust into me one more time, his hips slapping against my ass, before pulling out and removing the condom. “Turn around,” he ordered.
As I did, he scooted up and positioned his cock over my face. His fingers wrapped around his shaft, pumping quickly, giving me the hottest view of him yet. Without thinking twice, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.
“That’s right,” he said, increasing the speed of his strokes.
His mouth fell open. He aimed his dick at my lips and shot a rope of cum onto my face.
Half landed in my mouth, the rest on my nose.
Instead of keeping his aim on my face, though, he stood up and took a few steps back, shooting the second rope onto my chest, the third onto my still-hard dick, and a fourth over my legs, soaking me thoroughly and making good on his promise to get me dirty.
“Theo,” I moaned, running my hands over my chest to feel the pleasant warmth of his load. “That’s so fucking hot.” Worked up by the unexpected cum shower, I wrapped my fingers around my still-throbbing dick and started jerking myself again.
Theo stepped back up to my head, knelt again, and let his dick flop onto my nose.
Using his full strength, he pressed his cock into my face, as if trying to imprint himself on me.
The musky smell of his cum lingered in my nose, pushing me over the edge again.
I shot a second load onto my chest, making his mess even worse.
He lifted his dick off me, leaned down, and hovered his face above me. “How about that for punishment?”
“I’ll be a bad boy every day if that’s the consequence.”
“I thought you were too old to be called a boy.”
“Then call me a bad toy.”
He licked over my chin, scooping up some of his cum, and kissed me with it. Our tongues shared the salty taste, but after a few seconds, he was the one who swallowed it.
“Now you’ve got a tough decision to make,” Theo said. “You can either get up and take a shower with me right now, or I can take a picture of you with your phone that you can keep as a souvenir.”
“A souvenir?”
“Yep. You’ll just have to show it to me if you ever want the same treatment again.”
“That’s a hard yes.” The very idea of doing this with him again made my dick twitch.
But more than that, I wanted to see how he saw me right now—to know which parts of me he focused on and what drove him wild, so I could show him those parts over and over again.
One thing was clear: I was definitely going to spend a lot of time with him from now on, and I’d do everything I could to make it worthwhile for him too.