Photo Shoot 1

When he was wearing nothing but a pair of checked boxer shorts, Jono took a step away from him, studied him up and down and nodded slowly and seriously. Daryl threw him a self-conscious grin, hooked his thumbs the waistband of his shorts and yanked them quickly down.

His cock looked the same as it had on the many occasions I'd seen it before. It was limp, of course, but pleasantly large: about five or so inches long with a thick, substantial girth. Although covered by his foreskin, his bell-end was clearly discernible as a hefty mushroom-shaped bulge. His balls were also a good size, hanging low between his thighs, and his pubic bush was thick and dark.

Jono studied him in silence for a few seconds. I could see Daryl was feeling extremely uncomfortable.

He looked over at me staring at his cock and tried to smile.

I was about to say something to ease the tension a little, when Jono asked Daryl to turn around.

Daryl turned to show Jono his arse. It was squat and round, with a fine line of hair emerging from his crack.

Jono said, "Yeah... you'll be perfect," and Daryl turned back to face him. Jono went on: "I'd just make a couple of suggestions, though: you might want to buy a pair of white briefs before we do the shoot. It's what the magazine readers like to see, apparently."

Daryl nodded, picking up his shorts to get dressed again.

Jono added, "And you might want to slightly trim your pubes. Again, it's what sells magazines."

Daryl asked how short he should make them.

Jono showed him one of the models in the magazine. "Like this guy. Not completely shaved, but trimmed enough to show his cock off a bit better. Make it look longer... or in your case, even longer..."

Daryl grinned and winked at him and Jono blushed again.

We arranged to return to Jono's the following afternoon for the shoot and, after Daryl had finished dressing, he and I headed off to the pub.

Over a couple of pints, after discussing whether or not Jono might be gay, our conversation turned to the prospect of the photo session.

I asked Daryl if he felt embarrassed by taking his clothes off in front of a camera.

He shrugged. "Not especially. I just didn't like the way the guy was staring at me. It was freaking me out. At least if he's behind a camera, he can't do that... Would you feel embarrassed if it was you?"

"No. I don't think so."

He took a long drink from his glass and then asked, "Would you feel embarrassed posing together with another guy... one of those pretend-sex shots?"

I smiled. "To be honest, I think my only problem would be trying not to laugh..."

He chuckled. "Yeah. Me too." Then he asked, "Would it be worth a thousand pounds to you?"

I saw where this was headed.

"I dunno... I guess the money might come in kind of useful..."

Daryl nodded and kept staring at me as if he was waiting for me to suggest something.

I didn't, and after a few seconds he took another long drink from his pint. After he'd swallowed the liquid, he peered down at his glass as if studying the patterns in the froth, and said, "It's just... well... a grand would come in really useful for me... and you're the only guy I could ask this of..."

He looked up at me but I just went on staring at him. He had to be the one to say it.

He waited and then, when it became clear I wasn't going to help him out, he said, "Would you be up for doing one of those duo shots? The two of us?"

Even though I'd known the question was coming I still felt surprised to hear him actually ask it. I looked down at my own pint.

He quickly put in, "Don't worry about saying 'no' - it'd be no problem if you did. It's just that if you wouldn't mind doing it, we might as well get the most out of this as we can..."

I looked back up at him. I muttered, "A thousand pounds would be pretty handy right now... pay off a couple of debts... maybe have enough left to go away somewhere with Kaz..."

He grinned. "So you'd be up for it?"

I remained guarded. "I'm not saying that... I'm just saying the money would be nice..."

Over the following couple of hours - in the pub, on the walk home and as we got ready for bed - Daryl kept trying to reopen the conversation and persuade me that I really wanted to pose with him. But I wasn't convinced: the money was tempting but I had too many misgivings to be able to commit myself.

He'd say, "But you said the money would be useful..."

And I'd laugh and say, "I'm not denying that - I'm just not sure I can trust Jono..."

"You heard what he said... he wouldn't tell anyone..."

"Yeah - but Jono and I have a lot of the same friends. I can just see him getting pissed with a group of our mates and it all coming out..."

Later, he'd try: "What if we could swear Jono to absolute secrecy?"

And I'd laugh again and say, "Can't you just drop it? Anyway, that's not the only issue. What if my mother gets to see it... or my brother or someone..."

"You just say it's someone who looks uncannily like you. The names they print in the mag are fakes. No-one can prove anything..."

And then, later still: "What if I give you two hundred of my earnings, to add to your own...?"

I think it was hearing him say that that pushed me into doing it. The knowledge that Daryl was so desperate for the money he would offer to give me a percentage of his own earnings just to keep me in.

I'd smiled and said, "We'll see how I feel tomorrow, Daz. But if in the end I decide to do it, I don't want any of your share..."

He nodded. "Well at least agree that you'll trim your bush and put on a pair of white briefs tomorrow morning, just so you're prepared if you change your mind..."

I nodded back. "Okay. That sounds a fair compromise..."

The following morning, Daryl and I managed to choke up the shower plug hole with our pubic trimmings and then had a playful argument as to who ought to clear it.

Daryl was adamant that it was my duty as host to deal with household chores. I insisted, on examination, that there were far more of his dark brown hairs in the plug than there were of my blond ones.

In the end, we decided that Daryl would attend to it in return for me lending him a pair of my white briefs so that he didn't have to buy a pair of his own.

That was all light-hearted and fun. What was a bit more unusual, though, was when he suggested that we compare our handiwork with the scissors as we dried ourselves.

It felt weird for the two of us to be checking out each other's cocks, but Daryl pointed out that it was important to know that we had pubic bushes that looked at least vaguely similar. While I still hadn't agreed to take part in the shoot, it was clear that if I did, it would look a bit odd if one of us was shorn as close as a skinhead down there while the other was sporting something that looked, in comparison, like an afro.

So, before we got dressed we spent a few minutes naked, examining each other's cocks. 

As he was kneeling in front of me, checking me out, Daryl surprised me by reaching over to my cock, lifting it up and peering under it to inspect my balls.

Then he looked up at me, smiled and said, "You missed a bit..."

I tried to brush him off. "It's okay - I'll sort it out..."

He hung on and reached for the scissors. "No need. I've got a better angle..."

He kept holding my cock upward and snipped at a few stray strands of hair sprouting from my balls. I had to mentally control myself so as not to respond to the feel of his finger and thumb holding my cock firmly, as he moved it one way and then the other to tidy up my botched trimmings.

He muttered, "If you decide to go with the photo shoot, and we have to get hard-ons together, these clumps might look kind of obvious..."

I felt my cock beginning to swell in pulses and he obviously felt it too because he looked up at me, grinning.

I said, feeling my face flush, "Go easy with your grip, mate. It's kind of... er... stimulating..."

He laughed. "At least we know you'll have no trouble boning up later on..."

"If I go through with it," I reminded him.

He nodded and stood up, replacing the scissors on my desk.

By now my cock stood outward from my balls, looking larger and heavier than it had a few moments earlier, and my pale foreskin began to retract back from the rapidly-swelling head of it.

Daryl threw it another look and grinned.

I snapped, smiling, "Don't look at me like that! You were the one who set it off!"

I knelt down to look at Daryl's trimmed pubes and found that his hairdressing skills, at least in that department, were far better than mine. He lifted his cock to show me his balls and I was impressed by how uniform the length of his hair was right across them.

I stood back up. "Seems okay to me. And we both look about even in terms of hair length."

He said, "Yours look a bit shorter than mine..."

"It's 'cause they're blond, that's all. I think we're pretty much the same..."

He turned around and asked me to check his arse.

I was surprised. "Did you trim that too?"

"Just the crack. I thought it might look a bit too hairy as it was..."

I looked down at it. The few wisps of hair that protruded from his cleft were gone. I said, "I didn't do anything to mine..."

"You're blond. Your arse hairs won't be so obvious..." He asked, "How's it look?"

I knelt down behind him and took a close look at it; trying to spot any stray hairs that Jono's strong lighting would quickly reveal.

I muttered, "Yeah - I think it's okay."

Then Daryl surprised me again by grabbing his cheeks and opening them slightly. He didn't exactly splay them open, but he held them apart enough for me to see inside his crack and made it impossible for me not to notice the tight pink ring of his arsehole.

He pushed it back towards me, as I knelt behind him, opening his legs so that I could see his balls hanging between his thighs.

I said, standing up quickly, "Yeah - it's fine. No worries, mate."

I turned away and grabbed my briefs.

He stood back up and turned back towards me. Then he laughed, "My hand really got you going, didn't it?"

I struggled to tuck my almost fully erect cock into my briefs.

I tried to laugh it off. "Any attention it gets does this to it... I should have warned you..."

He suggested, laughing more loudly, "Or was it my trimmed arsehole...?"

I tried another laugh. "Yeah - like that's gonna do it for me..."

He chuckled and picked up the briefs I'd lent him.

As he put them on, I noticed that his cock was by now looking longer than it had before and was slightly elevated from his balls.

It looked like this might turn out to be an interesting afternoon...