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By *rgeo OP Man
6 days ago
WOLVERHAMPTON |
Ralph’s studio was tucked away at the back of the house. From the outside, at first glance, it was no more than a glorified shed. However, it opened up quite extensively on one side and I could tell straightaway that this was the domain of a serious artist. He showed me some finished pieces that he was preparing for sale, mainly pictures, with several small pottery items and a couple of larger abstract sculptures. They were quirky and distinctive. The pictures used colours that looked both bold and muted at the same time, a very clever effect.
He was about my height, with dark hair going grey, a scruffy chin beard and moustache, also greying, and dark brown eyes. His face was tall and lean. He wore a large pair of round tortoiseshell glasses which framed his eyes really well. My wife would have found him irresistible. I assume most women would. He gave off an air of shy confidence, of great skills and ability hiding beneath a slightly rumpled appearance. I could see the attraction he might hold, to men or women, but he was not the type of man I would ever fantasise about.
We were sitting in his lounge when it happened. That moment that changed my life. His wife had been in and out to say hello to me and to bring us drinks and snacks. We each had a glass of red wine in our hands, a warm satisfying Malbec. He had been explaining to me the difficulty of creating an abstract of the male form without making it derivative. He was trying to get out of me the real purpose of the piece. What did I want the piece to achieve? When I told him that both my wife and I wanted something that could be considered erotic, a playful piece for private enjoyment in the bedroom, something clicked and he laughed.
“That’s easy, then,” he said. “But I assume you’re not just talking about a big cock and balls.” He laughed again. “You’ll want something classy but arousing.”
I nodded.
“In that case,” he said, “Tell me which part of the male body attracts you the most. But keep away from the cock. That’s a given.”
I looked across at him. We were sitting in separate arm chairs. His face was quizzical. His brown eyes twinkled.
“I see a lot of men at the gym,” I said, “And I must admit that the most appealing to me are those men with slim or skinny smooth bodies. It is their stomach area that really catches my eye. I pointed to myself to try to demonstrate what I meant. “From here to here,” I said, placing my hands across my torso at waist and chest level. “I suppose that’s a very classical pose though,” I added, “And I don’t know how you’d make it abstract.”
“Don’t worry about that. Sometimes a realistic interpretation can also be abstract. It is about what goes on inside here,” - he pointed a finger at his own head - “More than anything else.” He looked away from me, took a sip of wine and murmured to himself.
“There is one man,” I admitted, “Who does seem more special than the others for some reason,” I said, suddenly remembering a lad who really got me hot under the collar. “I’m contradicting myself now though because he actually has some chest hair.”
Ralph stood up and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Without removing it altogether, he pulled back his shirt to reveal his body.
“Like this?” he asked.
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