Photo Shoot 3

Our erections had only waned slightly during our discussion and a few short tugs from our fists quickly restored them to full mast before we got to work.

Jono spent a whole roll of film taking shots of us wrestling on the floor together, writhing around trying to pin one another down so that we could wipe off the other guys' tattoos. Despite the fact we found it so funny - we were almost convulsed from fits of laughter - we didn't lose our erections during our play-fighting. There was something surprisingly erotic about wrestling naked with another guy: the sensation of our bodies, hot and hard, grinding against one another, coupled with the unavoidable accidental gropes of each other's cocks and buttocks, made it inescapably arousing.

The first 'suggestion of actual sex', as Jono had put it, came when I managed to straddle Daryl's torso and, holding his arms down beneath my knees, found that my cock was towering over his face.

Jono said, "Pretend like you're gonna make him suck it..."

I held Daryl's chuckling face with both hands and pressed my cock against his mouth.

Jono took a few shots, asking me to act as though I was trying to open Jono's mouth with my hands on his cheeks.

I did so and Jono took several photos of my cock, straining at full size, hovering in anticipation above Daryl's apparently forced-open mouth. My balls hung down above his chin.

Jono muttered, "Nice... yeah..."

Daryl said, "But for the post-sucking shots, you're gonna need a bit of spit on his knob aren't you...?"

And with that, he hurriedly applied his mouth to my cock for the second time that afternoon, except that this time he took about six inches of it right to the back of his throat.

While that would probably have been enough to make my cock moist, Daryl didn't stop there. He sucked my cock like a girl would, sliding it in and out of his mouth a few dozen times, sucking and licking it.

I just grunted and panted, finding my surprise at what he was doing rapidly overwhelmed by the intense pleasure of it.

Jono got a close-up shot of my face, smiling as he did so.

Then Daryl pulled back from my cock and Jono took a few shots of the aftermath of his mouth's activities. My cock, wet with his saliva, throbbing above his grinning spit-smeared mouth.

When my breathing had recovered, I muttered, "I thought I said no shots of us doing anything sexual, Jono... you've got to stick the rules..."

Jono nodded. "Yeah - I did stick to the rules. I didn't get any shots of your dick in his mouth - just your face while he did it. The expression you were pulling was priceless... unrepeatable..."

Daryl laughed. "How did he look?"

Jono shrugged. "I dunno how to explain it, really. You'll have to see it when I develop them. It was almost a snarl... a mixture of shock and excitement, I guess.... you just couldn't fake something like that..."

I felt a little embarrassed. "I just wasn't expecting it..."

Daryl grinned up at me. "That's why I did it..." He chuckled and then asked, "So I give good blow jobs, do I?"

I relaxed a little and smiled. "Yeah... you seem like an expert, actually..."

Daryl smirked and shrugged. "First time luck I guess..."

Jono said that the pose we'd just adopted had worked out 'superbly' and made us swap positions so that this time it would look as if Daryl had overcome me. Daryl readily obliged and pinned me down beneath him, positioning his large, curving cock above my face. His balls hung down between his legs, tickling my chin with a few short strands of pubic hair.

Jono's camera clicked away as Daryl pretended to try and force my mouth open and his cock oozed precum against my grinning but stubbornly-closed lips.

Then I had to give in and a few more shots were taken of his large, ripe bell-end on the threshold of my mouth.

Now it was my turn to suck him.

I guess I could have just swept my tongue up and down it a couple of times to moisten his stem, but since Daryl had performed pretty much the full works on my own cock, I felt kind of compelled to return the favour.

So I took as much of his cock as I could into my mouth - I probably managed about five inches of it - and then bobbed my head back and forth, aware that it was hardening and lengthening to full size as I did so. He grunted and gasped, just as I'd done, and I felt and tasted his salty precum dribbling into the back of my throat with every thrust I made.

After twenty seconds or so, I pulled back from him and looked up at his face. His eyes were closed in pleasure and Jono was getting a photo of his expression. When, eventually, he looked down at me, we both burst out laughing.

Once Jono had taken a few photos of Daryl's wet cock curving upwards over my open mouth, he suggested that our wrestling should now result in one of us overpowering the other from behind. I felt simultaneous ripples of apprehension and titillation course through me when I realised that we were about to set up a simulated anal sex scene.

However, just as I was standing up, Daryl said he had an idea we could try before we did that.

He got down on the floor, lying down flat and facing upwards, and gestured for me to get on top of him pinning his arms down beneath my shins.

I said, "We've done the blow job scene, mate. I know you're up for giving me another, but -"

"No - it's not another blow job," Daryl cut in. "This is something else... you should be facing away from me for a start..."

Intrigued, I turned around so that my arse was above his face and held his arms down underneath my legs. I was looking straight down at his cock, which had flopped onto his stomach. 

"Now," he went on, "pretend like you're pushing your arse against my face..."

Jono chuckled. "Oh, yeah... nice idea, mate..."

I couldn't really understand what the aim of this was, but I did as Daryl suggested, lowering my backside a little towards his face.

He snapped, "No - right up close... come on..."

I felt quite uncomfortable about this - it wasn't something I'd ever envisaged doing with one of my friends - and was reluctant to push myself further down. After all, Daryl might not like what he'd find if I pushed my arse right into his face and then things would get really embarrassing...

But Daryl was insistent. "Come on, Seb... I'm not gonna fucking bite..."

I asked him, "But what do you want me to do? Sorry, but I don't get this..."

Daryl explained: "It's like when you pushed your knob into my face, but this time it's your arsehole..."

"You mean, this is supposed to look like I'm forcing you to suck my arsehole?" I was incredulous.

"Naah... you just want to make me kiss it or something... you know..."

I wasn't sure I did. But I said, hesitantly, "Okay..."

I pushed myself further against Daryl's face, feeling my buttocks touch his cheeks and his nose against my arse-crack, and Jono's camera began clicking again.

Jono muttered, "Pull a face like you're disgusted..."

Daryl chuckled. "I'm fucking trying... it's hard to do anything with his butt-cheeks pressing into my face..."

I felt his breath, hot and moist, against the inside of my crack.

Then Jono said, "Now press your lips up and kiss his arse... I've zoomed right in..."

Daryl did so and I felt his lips brushing against the light fuzz of hair inside my cleft.

Jono said, "Yeah... go for it... push yourself further back towards him, Seb..."

Still deeply uncomfortable about this, I did so, and felt Daryl's mouth actually touching the right ring of my anus.

Jono laughed. "Yeah... beautiful..." His camera was frantically taking it all in.

Daryl muttered something about making it wetter, so that it would be more obvious that he'd had to kiss it, and I was stunned to feel his tongue licking around the rim of my arsehole.

I called out, "What the fuck are you doing...?"

But Daryl just chuckled and said something about making the shot look convincing. I noticed his cock had now risen from his stomach and hovered above it in mid-air, rhythmically pulsating with the red skin of his bell-end looking taut and shiny.

Jono clicked a few more shots of my spit-moistened arse and then suggested that we swap positions.

I got up from Daryl and he asked me if I'd be happy to do to him what he'd just been doing to me.

I shrugged. "I dunno... it seems a bit weird..." I turned to Jono. "Are you sure guys would want to see this kind of thing?"