Photo Shoot 2

He got us to pose in a couple more positions wearing our briefs, while we swigged beer. I was preoccupied by the memory of wanking off with Daryl all those years ago: I'd pretty much forgotten it used to happen. It was just part of the normal goings on in a boarding school; I guess there was a lot of other stuff that used to go on back then that I hadn't thought about for years.

Daryl was right, though, from what I remembered of our occasional tugs together: my cock must have been a couple of inches longer than his back then. Even at fifteen years old, I'd had a dick that could reach nearly eight inches when I was hard; I guess I'd been an early developer. From what I'd seen of Daryl's cock in its limp state recently, though, he'd caught up with me in the intervening years. Apart from his having a bigger head than mine, we were almost identical.

Jono got us to start putting tattoos on each other's upper thighs.

I did Daryl first; from the front.

I had to position the tattoo high on the inside of Daryl's thigh, just below his balls, and then draw over gently it with the blunt pencil. It was impossible to avoid brushing the back of my hand across the bulge at the front of Daryl's briefs from time to time and impossible not to smell the light, sexual scent from Daryl's cock and balls because my face was up quite close to him.

I could make out the outline of the ripe mushroom head of Daryl's cock beneath the material of his briefs. Every time my hand accidentally brushed across it, it seemed to fatten a little.

Jono snapped away furiously.

Then we changed places and Daryl knelt down in front of my bulge, applying a tattoo to my leg just beneath the overhang of my balls.

Jono said, "Get your face right up close to him, Daryl. So I can get a close up of you and his package in one shot..."

Daryl did as he'd been asked, his eyes intently watching the tattoo as he rubbed it onto my skin just an inch or so from the bulge of my crotch.

Jono smiled. "Ooh, nice..." His camera started snapping again.

Daryl's hand brushed across the front of my underwear as much as mine had on his, and I found it impossible not to respond to it. I guess my cock must be a bit more sensitive than his.

Within a few seconds, it was beginning to make an obvious lump, starting to poke upwards from my balls and lifting the front of my briefs with it.

I laughed, feeling a little self-conscious, "Come on, Daryl, mate. You don't have to feel me up when you're doing that –"

But Jono cut in, "No – it's perfect! Keep going, both of you..."

Daryl looked up at me, grinning. "Just make sure you don't have my eye out with it..."

By the time he'd finished rubbing the tattoo onto my skin, my cock had swollen to about half its erect size. By now it tented my briefs outwards as it struggled for release.

Jono muttered, "Lovely... lovely..." and kept clicking away at it from varying distances.

Then, as he changed his roll of film again, he suggested, "Now let's have you standing up, Daryl, and showing Seb your arse, joking about having Seb put a tattoo on it..."

Daryl stood up. "How d'you mean? Like bending over for him or something?"

Jono shook his head, clicking the back of his camera closed. "No, just pulling the back of your briefs down with a cheesy grin on your face. Seb grinning back at you."

I asked Jono, gesturing at the swollen mound at the front of my briefs, "Should I tuck myself in a bit... make this a bit less obvious...?"

Jono laughed. "For Christ's sake no... that's the whole point! His arse juxtaposed with your... er... excitement..."

"Like I wanna fuck him or something..."

Jono smiled. "Like the thought's crossing your mind... yeah..."

Daryl chuckled. "You haven't got a tattoo of a 'No Entry' sign have you, mate... I think I'm gonna need it..."

Jono got behind his camera again and Daryl yanked the back of his briefs down, exposing the tops of his round, solid-looking cheeks.

Jono said, adjusting the dial on the front of the camera to best frame the shot, "That's it... yeah... pull them just a bit further down... show us what you've got..."

Daryl grinned and pulled them a little further down, clearly enjoying the interest Jono was paying his well-toned buttocks.

Jono started snapping. "Yeah... perfect... now have a good laugh at it, guys... like this is gonna be so funny..."

We both grinned at Daryl's arse and then Jono had me get a little closer so that my half-erect cock, still struggling within the confines of my briefs, was just a couple of inches from Daryl's firm cheeks.

"Now get down behind him, Seb. Pull his briefs down further and rub a tattoo onto his arse..."

I did as Jono said, gently peeling the tight-fitting briefs down to fully expose Daryl's backside.

I pressed a tattoo of a hand with an outstretched middle finger against his right buttock; I made sure the finger pointed down to his arsehole. Before I could rub it onto his skin, though, Jono stopped me: "Adjust your knob, Seb... make it more obvious to the camera that you're enjoying this..."

I felt a little defensive. "I'm not enjoying it... it's just an automatic reaction..."

Daryl chuckled. "Come on, Seb... relax, mate... we're both in this together...!" He turned slightly to show me the front of his briefs which were swelling just as obviously with his lengthening cock as my own were. He gave his bulge a gentle rub, and shrugged, "What's the big deal... it's kind of fun..."

I fiddled with my cock so that it poked upwards inside my underwear as I knelt behind Daryl.

Then I returned to rubbing the tattoo onto Daryl's arse, which felt just as muscular as it looked, while Jono took a couple of shots of me applying the tattoo. He was muttering, "That's it... yeah... you look really good like that..."

I glanced back over toward the package at the front of Jono's jeans and noticed that it was, by now, showing signs of life. Something sausage-shaped was beginning to make a ridge at the top of his right thigh.

Jono gestured for me to get my face a little closer to Daryl's cheeks so that he could get a close-up shot.

I said, moving in close to his ripe, round buttocks, "Fart and you die, Daryl..."

Daryl chuckled.

Even though he didn't, I was aware of the faint, musky scent of his arse-crack while Jono took a two or three shots of me with my face close to his backside.

When Jono had finished the close-up, he took a few paces backwards, and said, "Okay... that's great..." I moved back from Daryl's arse. Jono went on, "Now... Daryl... move your crotch a little more towards me... I want it to be clear that you're starting to get off on this..."

Daryl laughed, directing his tightly-packed bulge towards Jono. "I don't know why I am. He's being about as erotic as he would be if he were giving me a medical examination..."

I finished rubbing the tattoo onto his skin. "Well sorry, mate... but your arse isn't exactly my number one fantasy..."

Jono clicked his camera a couple more times as Daryl chuckled, "Well, yours isn't one of mine, Seb... but I think I could a slightly better job at entering into the spirit of this..."

Jono replaced another roll of film and said, "Okay, we'll see if you can... let's swap places and have you rub a tattoo onto Seb's arse..."

Daryl nodded. "And what do I do with my briefs... if I pull them up over my arse, they'll get some of the ink on them..."

Jono grinned. "Well, I guess you're just gonna have to leave them hitched down at the back, aren't you..."

Daryl grinned back. "And you'll just happen to get a shot of my splayed butt-cheeks while I'm squatting behind Seb, will you?"

Jono laughed and acted like he would never have thought of doing such a thing. "What a good idea! You know, I might just take you up on that..."

We changed positions so that Daryl moved around behind me and knelt down. I noticed, as we did so, that our cocks were both almost fully hard and making thick rods in our briefs. I saw him checking out mine as I was looking at his, and we smiled at one another.

Daryl pulled the back of my briefs down, exposing my arse for a tattoo to be applied. I knew my buttocks were just as round and as firm as Daryl's – girls sometimes told me my arse was my best feature – and the rapid clicking of Jono's camera suggested he agreed.

Daryl pressed the sheet of tattoos against my left cheek and announced he'd chosen a beer bottle to go on it, emerging from my cleft. "How'd you feel about having a bottle of Bud sticking out of your arse, Seb?"

"Felt pretty good last time I did it," I chuckled.

Daryl got to work.

His hands were, I have to admit, far more sensual on my arse than mine had been on his. He caressed my buttocks gently with the tips of his fingers and allowed his fingers to enter my cleft, venturing teasingly towards my most sensitive spot.

The head of my cock was soon straining painfully against the material of my briefs.

Fondling my arse clearly had an effect on Daryl, too, because I heard Jono mutter to him, "Move a little more this way... let's see more of that wet patch on your briefs..."