Photo Shoot 3

Although Jono just shrugged as if such things were as mysterious to him as it was to me, the prominent mound his own cock was making in his jeans betrayed his interest. His cock looked as if it was as fat as a beer bottle behind its ridge of denim.

I gestured to it and smiled. "Like Daryl said earlier, mate... feel free to have a play with it if things get too much..."

Jono blushed a little but smiled. "It wouldn't feel right..."

I laughed. "So it's okay for us run around with our knobs on show, but it's not right for you to... how's that work, then?"

Jono laughed. "Well you guys are just acting... putting on a show for the camera... if I start tugging myself, it'd just be... well... gratuitous..."

I smiled at him and nodded.

Daryl said, "So how about kissing my arse, Seb? I mean, I know you do it all the time... but how about doing it for real...?"

"I dunno... I don't know if I could... no offence..."

Jono said, "Well if you get into the position, we'll get a few shots of his backside up against your face, and then I'll moisten around his arsehole for you..."

Daryl laughed. "With what?"

Jono smirked. "What do you think?"

I still felt uncomfortable - I hadn't dreamt that things would go this far - but, not wishing to appear like a prude, I agreed.

I lay on the floor and my cock, now partially limp, drooped in the hollow between my right leg and my hip.

Daryl got on top of me, facing away from my face, and pretended to pin me down by pressing my arms firm to the ground beneath his shins.

His arse, the cheeks firm and round, bore down upon me. His cleft was targeted straight for my nose and my lips were soon brushing the fine hair inside his crack.

Jono's camera clicked away and then he swore in irritation as yet another roll of film ran out and he had to go over to his drawers to get a new one.

While Jono was replacing the film, Daryl kept his arse pressing towards my face. My nose was poking right into his moist crack and my mouth was directly beneath the tangled hair surrounding his anus.

The sensation was, in equal measure, both repellent and exciting. Repellent because this was another guy's - a good friend's - backside that was so close to my face; repellent because of the thick, musky smell that was so hot and strong; repellent because of the knowledge that this was the dark, intimate area that connects men homosexually. And it was exciting for exactly the same reasons.

Daryl must have noticed my cock stiffening because he laughed and said, "Getting a bit of a taste for it, are we, Dr Wallace?"

He leaned forwards and gave my cock a few affectionate tugs, rolling my foreskin back and forth across my bell-end a couple of times, as it swelled back to full size.

Jono came back over to us, his camera refilled, and began taking photos of Daryl's arse pressing into my face. My nose had disappeared into his cleft and my mouth was smothered in a beard of his anal hair.

Daryl called over, "Give it a little kiss..."

I puckered my lips upwards and they briefly pecked the hot ring of his anus. Intrigued, I licked them and tasted the pungeant, earthy taste of Daryl's arsehole.

I felt my cock stiffen to what felt like an impossible size and Daryl's body quiver as he chuckled.

Jono said, "Nice one, Seb," taking a couple more shots from the best angle he could. Then he put his camera down and called over to Daryl, "Now, if you just wanna push your arse up a bit, I'll make it nice and wet for you..."

It looked like I wasn't being given the option to lick Daryl as he'd licked me. If I had, I think the intrigue I'd felt when I'd kissed his arsehole would probably have got the better of me, and I'd have readily obliged.

Daryl pushed his arse upwards towards Jono and, lying beneath him as I was, I got a not-very-flattering view of his balls hanging low between his thighs and his cock, as hard as iron, standing upright almost touching his stomach. A bead of precum hung on a string from its glistening bilobed head.

But my attention was soon diverted.

Jono stuck his face into Daryl's arse-crack and began licking hungrily around his hole as though he was devouring an ice-cream.

Daryl laughed; he seemed to think it was funny.

I was fascinated to see what Jono was doing from such close quarters.

I could hardly believe what I was seeing when I noticed that Jono's tongue wasn't just licking around Daryl's anus, as Daryl had around mine, but that it was actually penetrating Daryl; working its way into his hole and then sliding in and out of it.

Daryl groaned in appreciation. I wasn't sure if he was just pretending to enjoy what Jono was doing - perhaps thinking of it as a joke - or whether his apparent pleasure was real.

Jono seemed to relish pressing his face into Daryl's backside: perhaps, like me, he enjoyed the conflicting sensations of repulsion and enticement. He licked voraciously at Daryl's hole like he was feeding on it and I saw that his right hand was gently kneading the fat bulge in the front of his jeans as he did so.

After half a minute or so, he withdrew, grinning, and then pulled one of Daryl's anal hairs - or something - from his tongue making spitting sounds.

Daryl laughed. "Jesus, mate... found something tasty in there, did you?"

Jono smiled. "I just thought I better make it really wet... sometimes the camera doesn't pick up moisture too well..."

Daryl chuckled. "Yeah yeah yeah..."

After Jono had taken the photos of the aftermath of me supposedly kissing Daryl's arse, he suggested that we set up the final scene of the two of us appearing to fuck each other.

Daryl stood up, his cock upright in front of him, and laughed, "What, we both get to fuck each other's arses, do we? I didn't think it worked like that..."

Daryl went on, "Well, I thought - with gay sex - one guy did the fucking and the other guy just... well... enjoyed it. I didn't think it was a two-way thing..."

He looked over at me, "Did you think that, Seb?"

I shrugged. "I dunno... I guess I've never really thought about it." I hoped my lie was well concealed beneath my apparent indifference.

Jono smiled. "Well, maybe it works like that... I dunno... but the way we've set this up is that you're both straight guys, so I suppose that means that both of you want to do the fucking..."

Daryl grinned. "Well that suits me..."

He looked over at me.

I shrugged again. "Since neither of us are going to be doing any actual fucking," I reminded him, "I guess it doesn't really matter..."

We got into a position where it would look as though our wrestling had taken a serious turn. Now, instead of us wanting to mess up each other's tattoos, we were vying with one another for dominance. Perhaps the arse-kissing stuff had made us angry with one another, I don't know, but we acted like we were really struggling to over-power each other.

Jono kept reminding us, "Get him from behind," and would shoot photo after photo of us grabbing each other: of Daryl with arms wrapped around me, his chest pressing against my back and his cock grinding between my arse-cheeks; and of me bending over him holding his arms in a lock behind his back, with my cock pressing between the tops of his thighs so that my bell-end thumped against his balls.

Once again, our erections weren't diminished by our exertions: if anything, they became even more inflamed by being constantly pressed up against each other's backsides. My cock started to feel sore from being painfully enlarged for so long; I felt like I urgently needed to masturbate to relieve the pressure that had developed.

After a few minutes, while he was replacing what must have been his twelfth or thirteenth roll of film, Jono said, "Okay, guys. We've got plenty of shots suggesting sex... but how would you feel about giving the readers something... er... more substantial...?"

Daryl shrugged but I wasn't too keen. I said, "I thought we said we wouldn't be doing anything hardcore -"

"You wouldn't," Jono insisted. "It's just that I thought you might want to offer the readers a little proof of what was going on between you guys..."

Daryl asked, "How d'you mean?"

Jono smirked. "Well, you can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs..."

I wasn't impressed. "And that means..."

Jono chuckled. "Okay, so if I have to spell it out: you can't fuck a guy's arse without... you know... making it obvious..."

Daryl laughed loudly. "Oh right! You want a few shots of the tunnel after the train's been and gone, do you?"

Jono laughed. I noticed his erection was still making a prominent ridge in his jeans. "Well, you could put it like that, I guess..."

Daryl looked over at me. He said, "I wouldn't be too averse to that. Would you?"

I shrugged. "I dunno... I guess not..."

Jono went to his top drawer and threw Daryl a tube of lubricant from it.

Daryl smirked. "Just something you happened to have handy..."

Jono smirked back. "Yeah. Funny that..."

Daryl squirted some of the lubricant onto his hand. "So what do you want me to do?"

Jono went back to his camera and adjusted the settings. "Just work some of it into you arsehole with your fingers. Try and get a few fingers inside... make it look like you've had something pretty big pushing its way in there..."

Daryl moistened a couple of fingers with the clear-looking jelly and worked them into his arsehole. His fingers made a wet slapping noise as they probed his anus. It seemed odd that he was doing this in front of me: like he was publicly wiping his arse or something.

He laughed, "I'm discovering parts of me I never knew I had..."

He didn't seem at all embarrassed, but perhaps he was just an extremely good actor.

Jono asked, "How does it feel...?"

Daryl closed his eyes and groaned, "Aaah... yeah... so many new sensations..." But then he opened them again and laughed, "Actually, it just feels weird...!"

When he'd worked what he described as 'the best part of an arm' into his arse, he turned around and Jono gestured for me to get into position behind him. He wanted to make it look as though my cock had just slid out of Daryl's arse, I guess.

But the shot didn't work: Jono said that Daryl's arse - even when he was bending forwards - was too tightly clamped for it to look as if any sex had just taken place. "There's no way Seb's dick could have been anywhere near it... it's totally unconvincing..."

Daryl became defensive. "I had four fingers up there! Apart from fisting myself, which isn't gonna happen, I can't see what else I can do, mate..."

Jono suggested, "Maybe you need something a bit thicker up there..."

Daryl looked suspicious. "Like..."

Jono grinned. "I dunno... I can't think of anything that thick..." He looked over at me and then down at my cock. "If only there was something close by we could use..."

I smiled humourlessly. "I'm not going to push my cock up his arse if that's what you're asking..."

Jono snapped, "No, I'm not asking that at all..."

Daryl became impatient. "Come on, guys. I don't fucking mind what goes up there if it does the fucking job... what else can we use, then?" He looked around the room for inspiration.