Private Photo Session 2 - First 3 way

I am never going to march in a gay pride parade. I don't look at guys
walking down the street. My first and still favorite porno mags
feature lesbians. Yet when I talk to guys about sex with guys, I get
so hard its difficult to believe my cock can be that stiff. And it
stays stiff.

I kept thinking about my private photo session with Johnny. He was
really a cool guy, and we had the best time together. Whenever I
thought about what we had done, I'd pop a boner. I decided to email
him, and see if he would take a few more pictures. Given how our
meeting ended with one hot sex session, as I wrote my email, I knew
that's what I was really asking for. Writing email can make you hard!
So I said this time, I'd like a more gay site focus to the pics.

Johnny was cool about the project, told me to show up at his place at
10am on a Saturday, so we'd have plenty of time to take pictures.
We'd also have plenty of time to fuck, at least that is how my boner
read that little bit of information. I asked him what I should wear,
and this time he said it wasn't important, because I would be naked
most of the time. That sent my mind buzzing, because I was going to
be naked most of the time with a guy who had fucked me hard.

I woke at 5:30am that morning with a hardon because my brain was on
sex drive overload. I didn't know what to do with myself, other than
stroke my underwear. I decided to take a shower. There is a full
length mirror in the bathroom, and when I am that horny, I like to see
myself in front of a mirror. I am so much more aware of my body, how
far my feet are apart, how everything feels as I bend over. I've
always been in OK shape, but now I am spending more time in the gym,
tightening up my abs. I want to look fuckable. I knew that was true,
and it was also unsettling because I am not Mr. 100% Gay 100% of the
time, but when I am with a man I want him to want me. Time for me and
stiffy to get under the water and soap up. Feeling soapy slick is
sexy. I particularly like soaking up my bubble butt, grabbing each
firm glute and messaging it. A soapy finger found its way to my
backside love button, circling around the outside, before pressing
in. I pushed my tail back so the finger was in me deep. Then I rode
it up and down a few strokes. Man, that made me feel like having sex.
So the other soapy hand made sure my balls were clean. OK, they
didn't need that much soap, but it felt good, so I kept going.

That's what I've enjoyed about my gay sex adventures, the attitude: if
it feels good, keep going. A man has put his hand squarely on your
crotch, and it feels good, so keep going. I love that part, where you
keep rubbing each other, and the breathing starts to get heavier. You
look over at him and lock eyes, and you both communicate the same
thing: we need to kiss now. And so you do, like men, with deep tongue
kisses. This gets me to relax: my hand is on his cock, our tongues
are playing, and we definitely are on our way to going all the way. I
don't know exactly how things will play out, but we are going to keep
getting it on.

I almost forgot I was still in the shower. Time to wash that huge
volume of soap off. I love to bend over in the shower with the excuse
that my shins need some kind of attention.

My skin is all clean, and ready for drying in front of a full length
mirror. I pat myself everywhere, everything feels good. My cock is
soft, but a bit harder than napping, you know? If I played with him
directly, he'd go hard, but being naked, thinking about sex with guys,
clearly has his interest. I feel so naked, clean, and fuckable, this
is a good way to start a morning.

And I still had a few hours to go! I could fire up my computer and
look at porn on the Internet, always a great thing to do. I felt like
being more physical now that I had taken such a sexy shower. I
remembered that I had bought a dildo for a woman I slept with twice
(although never used). It was not one of those hard plastic jobs. It
was made of something called cyberskin. The dildo had a little bit of
flop to it, like a real cock. I decided to dig it out from deep in
that drawer, to see if I found it "interesting". Oh my goodness, the
dildo looked gorgeous! I kissed it right on the head, then had to
give it a playful little lick, then I felt like sucking it, so I did.
Sucking lead to deeper sucking. God I was getting into a cock going
down my throat! My raging hardon was the give away. I finally took
it out of my mouth, all covered with saliva. I placed the wet dildo
right next to my own cock, and rubbed them together. That too felt
really good. I kinda wished I would spend more time rubbing rods when
I was with guys. I don't know if I could ever get tired of that. I
let the dildo drift lower until I had the cockhead playing with my
balls. That's something I know I'd never get tired of. My balls were
feeling so good and it looked so sexy to see my thighs spread with
another phallus turning me on. You might think I could have stayed in
that groove, but my butt hole was making its own plea for attention.
This wet dildo had made firm contact with the shaft, moved lower and
played gently with my balls, why can't it go lower still, and just
touch my boy hole? I couldn't say no, so down below my balls it went.
It was almost like my butt hole went up to meet that cockhead. I
shouldn't say it felt natural to have my hole on a cock, but it did
feel natural. I relaxed, and pressed it in, the more pressure, the
better. It all felt so dangerously good, I backed away, and brought
it out, to lay shaft to shaft again. That led to dildo head against
my balls, then down, cockhead pushing into my hole. I don't know how
many times I did that cycle before I noticed the time! I had to get
dressed and get over to Johnny's for the photo session!

It was not a long bike ride, but I was embarrassed for a couple of
reasons. First, that I might be late (I wasn't because I biked really
hard). Second, because I was having a totally homoerotic time all by
myself. I figured anyone on the street would be able to tell how
crazy I was for cock. Looking back on it now, that was silly, but it
was what I was thinking at the time. I rank his bell, #7. He came
down to open the door. He looked loose and relaxed, so I took a deep
breath and tried to do the same. I went up the stairs first.
Normally, that is nothing, but I knew this guy liked looking and
fucking men in the ass, so I was very aware that he was behind me,
maybe looking. He was cool about it though.

The door was ajar, so I walked into a familiar pantry, to see another
guy. I stopped in my tracks, I thought this was going to be me and
Johnny.

"The doe looks confused" the bald guy laughed. Stocky, more muscles
than me, more mass, scared me a little.

"Meet Mitch" Johnny said.

He extended his hand. "I'm Mitch, and you'll be my bitch."

He did say it with a little smile, I guess it is a line he uses
regularly. I was still confused, but shook his hand like guys are
suppose to do.

Johnny explained, "I'll be behind the camera. Then we will take solo
shots of you. After that, you and Mitch can become friends...

"...no, we are going to have sex," Mitch interrupted. "Lick, suck, and
fuck."

"OK, that is more accurate. You are going to have sex on the couch
while I take photos. Once you are into that, we go to the bedroom
where I have a video camera, so all three of us can do it."

It did make sense, but I knew nothing about this Mitch guy, other than
he probably has fucked a few guys before. Perhaps in the gay world
you just trust someone who has fucked you before with someone you
don't know. My thoughts were interrupted by Mitch

"I hope you aren't bi-curious. I hate those guys that claim to be
bi-curious."

"No, I don't really, because you have to start somewhere, and most
guys start with women, even if other men's cocks always got them
hard."

"Fair enough, but I want these photos to show he is a bi-cunt, taking
cock in both mouth and ass at the same time."

"That's what I like about Mitch, edgy in a guy way," smiled Johnny.

"Yeah, Johnny is the gently smooth guy who still fucks 'em raw,"
everyone smiled at Mitch's observation. "Sweet talk that boy cunt
Johnny."

With a glean in his eye, Johnny took the challenge and walked up to
me, gave me a bear hug, licked my ear, and started whispering to me,
"I know you are more than curious," and with that, put his hand square
on my hardon, "right now you are 100% homosexual, you a man who needs
sex with other men, so relax. You want Mitch to fuck you, and he
will. You want me to fuck you, and I will. And we will get you to
shoot a big load, and that load will be our proof that you are a fag."
He then kissed me gently, and I wanted so much to satisfy him as our
tongues made first contact.

"Johnny is so good, you look like such a slut," Mitch said, shaking
his head. He was right, I wanted both of these guys!

Johnny took his 10 mega-pixel SLR in hand. "First the head shot. No,
not giving head, G-rated, smile at the camera. There are some guys
who are into this sort of thing."

I smiled at this odd situation, looking forward to having sex with
someone I knew nothing about other than a first name. I guess that is
often how it works in the gay world: fuck first, chat later.

"Now flirt with Mitch."

"Are you looking at my ass Mitch," I said as wiggled my bubble butt at
him.

"Yeah" was the curt reply.

"Your cock is so big, it might not fit in my tight hole."

"Yeah"

I pulled my underwear down a little, exposing my crack. "My hole is
very tight, and your cock looks big. Tell me about it."

"8.5 inches, wide, cut."

"Oh my, that sounds like it will feel big."

"OK, stop it, time to strip, we have enough photos of you flirting.
Guys don't flirt that long anyway. They find out if they can fuck
you, and then get to business. If I didn't have to take these photos,
your feet would be in the air bitch."

I took that as a compliment. I was completely comfortable now with
these guys, so I stripped like it was no big deal. OK, I did think a
bit about the state of my boner (semi-hard), but decided not to worry
about it.

"Look straight into the camera. You are pleased with your body, and
you want your fellow man to get off looking at you, even if they never
make contact."

I am pleased with my body. It has firmed up, the abs have some
definition, and my butt is very firm and small. I pinched my nipples
and thought about how Marilyn Monroe looked at the camera.

"I don't take crotch shots, but do like cock in the frame. Put your
hand down there, but still look at me."

I did as I was told, and liked looking at Johnny. I kept saying to
myself, "Johnny wants to fuck me, and he will," over and over, every
once in a while saying, "Mitch wants to fuck me, and he will." No
more semi, I had a full hard on. I thought it curious that I wanted
Johnny to fuck me more than Mitch, but that might have just been my
experience with Johnny. I wanted both men, there was no denying it.
I was a slut at that moment.

"Turn around" Ass shots, that got a twitch from my cock. "And bend
over slowly." Wow, I almost got dizzy, because I knew both of these
guys wanted to mount me, and here was my fuck hole on display! I
clinched it tight, then relaxed it, and just kept on doing that. I
bent over completely, stretch the skin of my ass.

"Now come up half way, and turn toward the camera, and give me a hard
'Fuck me like a man look.'"

I flexed every muscle in my body, and gave him that look because I
wanted a hard fuck from a hard man.

Mitch chimed in, "Should I do the bitch?" he said in a growl.

"No. It' great that you two need to fuck each other, but we have to
get some couple shots. Mitch, go sit on the couch."

Mitch did, fully clothed.

"Alright, here's your task. You are Mitch's whore. Your entire
job is to please him. He leads, you follow. You respond to the
slightest thing he does. Always respond, but small. You need to
really enjoy everything, because men want their whores to have a great
time. The best whores get almost crazy with their need to get
fucked."

I approached Mitch quietly, with my eyes down. I didn't want to show
him how much I wanted to do it all to him all at once. I sat down
next to him, totally naked. I made sure our legs were in contact, and
a hand rested on his arm. I felt both horny and shy at the same time.
I lightly stroked Mitch's forearm.