Photo Shoot 2

When he'd finished taking shots side-on, Jono got behind Daryl and knelt down to get one of his exposed arse while Daryl held the tattoo against my backside.

He said, straining forwards towards Daryl's rear, "Push it out a bit... bend further forwards..."

Daryl chuckled, "You wanna see the little brown ring, do you, mate..."

Jono muttered, "Well hopefully it isn't too brown... but yeah... if you don't mind..."

Daryl laughed, "Just so happens I polished it up 'specially this morning..."

I was surprised at how keen Daryl was to have his arsehole photographed. I mean, I wasn't against the idea of having Jono take a shot of my own if he wanted to, but I wasn't actively enthusiastic for it as Daryl clearly was.

He pushed his arse backwards towards Jono and opened his legs further.

Jono muttered, "Yeah... that's it... nice..." And the camera started clicking.

Daryl grabbed my arse cheeks with both his hands, supporting himself as he pushed his own backside towards Jono's camera. He dug his thumbs into my cleft and the tips of them pressed against my own anus.

He called up to me, "You don't mind, mate, do you?"

I was kind of stunned. I managed to mutter, "No..."

It actually felt pretty good.

Jono was saying, his voice becoming a little breathless, "Yeah... just a bit more... lovely..."

And as Daryl pushed himself further towards Jono, his hands grabbed at my own arse more firmly and his thumbs entered me slightly.

I heard myself gasp and felt my face flush.

After Jono had stood up and had gone over to change his film again, the two of us stood up and faced each other.

We were both as hard as hell: our briefs were almost tearing from the pressure of our thick, swollen cocks inside them. Daryl's was oozing a stream of precum which had made the material translucent around his throbbing bell-end; mine hadn't dribbled so much, but there was an obvious spot at the tip of it.

He grinned at me mischievously and I was unable to stop myself from laughing.

Jono interrupted us: "Now the moment our readers have been waiting for..."

Daryl looked over at him and chuckled, "And not just our readers by the look of things, mate..."

I looked over to see what he meant and saw that Jono's jeans were now betraying a more prominent swelling than they had earlier. A fat diagonal ridge ran from his fly to his right pocket.

Jono looked down at it, blushed a little and shrugged. "Yeah... this is a pretty good shoot... you guys are good..."

Daryl said, "Well, if you can take your pictures with one hand, feel free to give it a little attention..."

Jono blushed a slightly darker shade and joked, "I'll leave that for when I'm developing them..."

Daryl laughed. "Yeah! I bet you fucking will!"

Jono smiled but looked a little uncomfortable: as though he realised he'd revealed more than he ought to have. He said, with a small cough to refocus the conversation, "Anyway, let's have Seb showing you one of the tattoos and pointing at your dick... you laughing at the idea of having one put on it..."

I found a tattoo of a gun with a flag reading 'Bang!' poking out of the barrel. That seemed pretty ideal. Daryl grinned broadly.

Jono took the shot and then asked Daryl to slowly remove his briefs.

Daryl said, "I hope you've got your wide-angle lens attached..."

Jono seemed too distracted by the prospect of seeing Daryl's erection to respond.

Daryl pulled his briefs down slowly, clearly enjoying watching Jono's fascination when he released his cock and it sprung upwards.

I saw that it was a little longer than mine. He'd grown a few inches since our nights of wanking together school.

Jono stared at it open-mouthed for a few seconds and then took half a dozen photos of it in rapid succession. He muttered, "Yeah... it looks fantastic..."

Daryl chuckled and seemed to revel in showing it off to the camera. He pushed his hips forwards a little, emphasising his erection's upward sweep and throbbing head, clearly feeling quite proud for himself.

A dribble of precum oozed from the end of it and then hung, on a string, from his puckered piss slit.

I assumed Jono would ask him to wipe it off, but he took several photos of it at varying distances muttering encouragement to Daryl.

Daryl pulled the briefs fully off, with Jono photographing every inch of their descent, and then turned to give Jono a full-frontal view of his naked body.

Jono lapped it up, telling Daryl when to open his legs to show off his balls, when to smear the precum into his cock head to make it glisten and when to flex his muscles slightly to emphasise his toning.

When Jono had finished yet another roll of film, he said to Daryl, "You've got a hell of a cock..."

Daryl smirked at him and muttered salaciously, "It can do things that'd make your eyes water, mate..."

Jono didn't know how to respond to that and chose to smile uncertainly and busy himself with his camera.

I must say I was pretty surprised to hear Daryl speak so suggestively to Jono.

I looked over at him and he flashed me a grin and winked at me.

I guessed he must just be testing Jono to see how he'd respond; following up on our discussions, the previous evening, as to whether the guy was gay or not.

When Jono had finished replenishing his film, he asked me to apply the tattoo of the gun to Daryl's cock.

I knelt down in front of him, finding myself becoming as mesmerised by my friend's large erection as Jono had been.

Daryl grinned down at me, clearly loving the admiration his organ was getting. "Changed a bit since school, eh Seb?"

I smiled up at him. "You could say that... what the hell have you been putting on it...?"

He chuckled.

I positioned the tattoo on his cock and started rubbing the pencil across it to apply the image of the gun to the veined skin of his shaft.

Daryl gasped and involuntarily jerked his hips a few times. "Aah... fuck!"

A thick drool of precum dribbled from the tip of his cock, hanging on a string like the one a few moments earlier.

Jono photographed the whole thing eagerly.

Daryl looked down at me. "Sorry, mate. It just felt really good..."

I continued trying to rub the tattoo onto his cock, but each time I stroked my pencil across it, Daryl would grunt, buck his hips a little and his cock would spew another string of thick, clear precum.

I said, "Jesus, mate, calm down..."

But Daryl snapped, "I can't fuckin' help it... it feels incredible..."

Jono looked over the top of his camera and stared at the threads of goo hanging from the head of Daryl's cock. "This is getting a bit messy... can you wipe it off?"

I shrugged. "What with?"

Jono looked around. "I've probably got a cloth somewhere..."

Daryl cut in: "I'm not having some dirty fucking cloth on my knob... come on, mate..."

I noticed a box of tissues on Jono's desk. "How about passing a Kleenex...?"

But now Jono shook his head. "Bits of it'll stick to his bell-end... it'll be a pain to get off..."

Then Daryl surprised me again by blurting out: "For fuck's sake, Seb... just lick it off, will you?"

Jono immediately turned and stared at him, clearly as stunned as I was.

I laughed incredulously. "I'm not gonna lick your dick, mate..."

But Daryl looked irritated. "Don't be so precious about it! Like you haven't tasted your own jism..."

I shook my head. "That's a bit different... anyway, I don't remember – "

Before I could lie that I hadn't, Daryl interrupted me: "It’s the easiest way... come on... I'll do the same to yours when it's your turn..."

I looked over at Jono. He shrugged, clearly intrigued by Daryl's suggestion but aware of my discomfort. He said, "I dunno... I guess I could fetch a face cloth from the bathroom or something..."

"Yeah and by the time you do that I'll have gone limp," Daryl snapped. "And, anyway, I don't want some scabby face cloth on my cock... come on, Seb... I'm not exactly asking a lot..."

I looked up at him and saw that he seemed annoyed, perhaps even a little hurt, by my reluctance. I wondered if maybe I was being a little prudish. What he was asking me to do was, after all, only a little different to tasting my own precum, which I'd done on many occasions.

I said, "Okay. But no photos of it, Jono, okay?"

Jono nodded. "Yeah... fine... they'd be too hardcore for me to sell, anyway..."

I leaned forwards and took the head of Daryl's cock into my mouth, tasting the warm salty liquid dribbling from it.

He gasped and then moaned. "Aah..."

I licked the precum off his hot bell-end and instantly felt more ooze from his slit in response.

I could smell the sweat on his balls and in his pubic hair; sharp and slightly cloying.

I pulled my mouth back from his bell-end and sucked at just its tip, swallowing the precum as it trickled out of it.

Daryl sighed again; a long, satisfied sigh.

When his slit had stopped oozing, I pulled back and looked up at him.

His mouth was wide open and his eyes were tightly closed.

After a couple of seconds, he seemed to recover his wits and glanced down at me.

He grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, mate... I, er, kind of got carried away..."

I shrugged and licked the drool off my lips.

Jono seemed eager to get things back on track. He said, "Okay, finish off putting the tattoo on Daryl's cock, Seb, and then we'll have him do the same to you..."

I asked, "And what happens after that...?"

Jono hesitated. "Er... well..." Then he smiled and shrugged. "Actually, I've run out of ideas..."

I glanced at Daryl and he smirked.

He said, "You know... maybe I can come up with a few of my own..."