Private Photo Session 2 - First 3 way

Johnny directed, "It is very important that you remember you are a man
bitch having sex with another man. There are fem guys out there, but
neither Mitch or I like to fuck them. We like to fuck men. Strong,
responsive but aggressive man bitches."

And with that, I looked Mitch straight in the eye and let my hand move
to his crotch. I squeezed his inner thighs, and my hand explored
everything it could about his cock: his balls, where his shaft was,
how hard he was. He spread his legs a little, and I took that as a
signal to undo his pants, let that zipper go down as far as it could,
and let me now fondle his cock through his underwear. It was getting
straigher. My eyes focused either on his crotch or his eyes. I saw
him wet his lips as I continued to fondle him, so I kissed him on the
lips. I tried to make my lips soft, and open, I could tell he felt
they were soft and open, so his tongue entered me. I replied gently
with my tongue as my hand went very low in his ball sack. He kissed
me deeper, and I thrust my chest and hips into him. It was hot to
hear the camera clicking. I couldn't believe how passionately Mitch
liked to make out. His large hands were on my back, pressing our
bodies together, but I took one of his paws and moved it down to my
ass. He moved his other hand down to the other cheek and started
playing with them rough as he kissed me even deeper.

I felt him lift and thrust his hips. I figured it was time to take
his pants and underwear off. We both caught our breath as he jiggled
the pants off of his feet. I decided to message his feet for a
little, give us a moment to relax. He got a hand on my balls, but
really wanted to explore my ass crack. His middle finger went up and
down the full length of the crack. When he was right above that most
sensitive place, I pushed back a tiny amount. Now I messaged his
shins, but my mind was focused on his finger which finally stopped on
the hole. That caused my first moan. It was a quiet moan, but he
knew exactly what it meant. I pressed my hips back, hoping to get it
in, but that was not his plan. He gestured that I should get on the
couch, on all fours, doggie style. I took the position, hoping
desperately that he would rim me. Maybe he would just lube and fuck
me, but I thought a rim job would be completely fantastic. I didn't
know what he'd do, but I wanted him to do it, whatever it was. He
could see I was a man bitch in heat.

I saw him lower his head between my ass cheeks he had spread wide with
his powerful hands, and it caused me to squirm. He surprised me by
putting his nose back there, and taking a long whiff. It was clean,
the smell of soap mixed with man pussy. He took another sniff of my
crack, and it drove me wild, because I knew he must like it - it must
remind him of fucking. There was a light, quick lick of my hole. Mitch
was so good, he knew it is important to start light, then shift the
gears up.

"Lick me." He did, and I moaned. He went back to sniffing, so again
I said "Lick me." This time he pressed a wet tongue on my hole, and
kept it there. Man that felt good, so I pushed back to get more. And
he did lick more, I could feel how strong his tongue was. I reached
back to push his head stronger into my butt. Every once in a while I'd repeat my request, "lick me", my voice getting lower, and with each plea, his tongue would go in deeper. He was tongue fucking me now, my pussy was starting to open from all that saliva and tongue. I grabbed my own ass and spread the cheeks so I could get that wet tongue deeper in me.

I was only vaguely aware that Johnny was still taking pictures, and he
had to change the memory stick. I was focused on the finger that
Mitch was working around my hole. I liked Mitch's style, start slow,
and build up to man on man grinding. The pad of his finger found the
spot, and slipped in real easy, which made me moan and feel like a
good whore. He held his finger still, and I grabbed more with my ass,
until it was all the way in.

Mitch came up from between my legs and kissed me with a tongue probe
every bit as deep and strong as he had with the tongue fuck. He
tasted like ass, my ass, and that made me crazy. I ground with all
my strength on his finger - I guess it was now a two finger fuck.
Everything about the way we were kissing and finger fucking was like
we were fucking, cock up the ass. A third finger let me open up
enough for cock, as everyone knew.

I did hear Johnny open up the condom. With all that was going on - a
deep finger fuck, deep kisses, bodies griding - I paid attention to
the exchange of the condom between Johnny and Mitch. Mitch rolled
the condom down his cock, then laid back on the couch.

"Ride the cock, cunt."

Our eyes were locked, and I straddle him. Johnny had lubed him up,
and my hole found his head. I thought a moment about teasing him, but
rejected the idea, it was time to fuck, so I pressed back. I could
feel the pressure of his cock against my tight sphincter. I love that
feeling because fucking is going to start soon. His cockhead slipped
inside, and I bent down and kissed Mitch gently. Here we were finally
in that most homosexual position, his cock up my ass, because we both
wanted it that way. We kept the gentle kisses going as I slid back to
get more of his cock in me. As I began riding up and down, the kisses
got more intense.

"I'm gonna fuck you doggie style" Mitch said as he flicked his cock out of me.

"Not on my couch!" Johnny cried. Mitch and I finally noticed he was in
the room, and laughed. It was a relief, since our coupling had been
intense.

"It is time to move to the bedroom," and with that, Johnny had turned
and was marching off. I had not noticed, but he had stripped down to
his underwear, tight underwear at that, so I gladly followed his
giggling glutes.

Johnny went over to the video camera that was already on a tripod.
Mitch and I climbed on the bed and hugged each other, and kissed, and
started...

"Nope, none of that right now," Johnny ordered. "This supposed cunt
has not sucked cock on camera. Time to show how good a cock sucker
you are."

Let me see if I can capture my mood at that moment. I didn't know
Mitch's last name, what he did for a living, any of the basics, but we
had fucked, and fucked well together. I was on all fours, again, with
my hole open, and Mitch kneeling on the bed behind me. I knew he
could enter me again, and I would have put up no resistance. And now
Johnny, who had arranged this great experience, was standing beside
the bed, with a bulge in his underwear. I needed to please him, to
thank him in a totally homosexual way. I was calm, serious, and
hungry for his cock.

Like Mitch, I spent time sniffing his underwear, getting my nose
between his thigh and balls. I could see a drop of precum had wet his
underwear, so I licked that spot. He was soft at the moment. With
soft, wet lips, I traced his cock from the base to the tip. That got
a twitch. So I traced his cock again, this time with a wide tongue.

Mitch started feeling up my balls from behind. I gave Johnny's balls
some attention too, licking them through the underwear. The aroma was
strong, and I gravitated to that place where balls meet thigh, and
licked some skin. I lifted his underwear up enough to lick his sack,
that mix of skin and coarse hair. His hardon was growing, to that
point where it could almost stand on its own. It was time for the
first cockhead kiss.

I take that first contact very seriously. Maybe it is over doing it,
but for me it is almost sacred - serious, intense. Here is a man's
favorite organ, excited, physically paying attention to all the
details of the moment, and it is my duty to kiss him right there. So
I peal down his underwear, and let his cock flop out naturally on its
own. I wet my lips, and breathe on the head, and then with my softest
lips, I kiss his cockhead lightly, and kiss it again, and again, but
this time, my wet lips part, just a fraction. I slowly open those
lips, and let his cock enter my mouth. I focus on keeping everything
soft, warm and wet. His cock is getting to know my mouth, and I want
it to remember how inviting it is.

Johnny was hard now, so it was time to take that slow march all the
way down the shaft. I haven't figured out how not to gag a little,
but I totally don't care. When I was all the way at the base, I felt
Mitch's cock on my ass, and knew he was pressing to regain entry,
which of course he did. The fucking made sucking a challenge, but I
wanted to give Johnny the best blow job, so that meant giving it deep.
I clamped down harsh on Mitch, and that apparently had an effect,
because he was getting ready to blow.

"Suck his cock, bitch", and I did, while tightening my ass even a bit
more.

"Yeah...fuck yeah!" and with a final push, I could feel him cum in my
ass, four, five spasms. I couldn't deep throat with all that going on, and had settled on the light cockhead kissing I had started with.

"Oh man," Mitch was just starting to calm down. "Yeah. I got off
watching that suck job while I fucked." His cock flopped out of my hole. "I could tell he loved it, cocksucker." Then he laid down on the bed, spent.

I looked up at Johnny, and we smiled at each other. He gestured that
I should lie on my back, right next to Mitch. Johnny put my hand
together with Mitch's, a kind of seal of approval of how we had been
joined. I remembered how good he felt inside me. Johnny was working
silently, which was very sexy. He indicated that I should hold my
legs up and out. As good as Mitch had been, I really wanted Johnny to
enter me. This scared me a little. The thought was so gay, here on
my back, waiting for a man to fuck me. He was opening a condom. I
was being very gay, and enjoying it, watching him roll the condom down
is firm shaft. In silence, he got between my legs and prepared to
enter. I lifted my hips so we could make direct contact the first
time, which we did. He entered me smoothly, probably because Mitch
had been there first. He lowered himself onto me so we could kiss,
which we did, just like that first kiss of his cockhead, wet, warm,
soft. With each thrust, the kisses got stronger, deeper, like the
fucks. Now we passed into animal territory. He was fucking me
hard, and I wanted more.

"Fuck me harder."

A slam all the way to the base.

"Fuck me deeper."

Not possible, but we both flexed our muscles together and made the
grinding more man on manly.

"Cum you cunt" so I put one hand on my shaft the other on my balls.
In three jerks, I was cumming, eight big spams in all, one of them
shooting cum over my shoulder. Normally I would collapse, but Johnny
was still fucking me.

"Now bitch, learn how to enjoy getting fucked after you cum," and with
that Johnny picked up his pace. My body was spent, the body wanted
calm, but that wasn't what was happening. I decided to focus on him,
to forget about me, how masculine he was as he fucked, the way he moved his hips to get into me deeper. I clamped down on his rod and played with the cum on my chest. Physically, my body wanted to check out, but mentally, he was so masculine fucking a man it was beautiful to watch. His groans were getting lower, so I knew he was getting ready to cum up my ass. I tightened up everything in my tired body because I wanted him to shoot his seed while inside me. Another very gay thought, but I did want him to cum inside me. It felt like the natural thing. So I totally got into animal bitch mode. I needed his cum, and I clamped my hole down tight to milk it out of him. He was fucking me hard, hardbody to hardbody.

"Yes"

The pre-spasm deep thrust.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," and his spasms began. I watched him as he came,
and could tell he came hard. He kept his cock in my ass as he caught his
breath. I kept my legs up because I liked how he felt in me. Mitch
squeezed my hand. I turned to him and we kissed, relaxed, open.
Johnny pulled out (slow, always the tease), and collapse right on top
of me. I wrapped my legs around his torso. We kissed again, a slow
one for a job well done.

Johnny looked me in the eyes, "I'm sure we have plenty of good photos."

"There aren't any of him being a top," Mitch pointed out.

"Well, maybe another time," I suggested.

Johnny leaned down and whispered in my ear, like he had done before.

"Remember" John said so quietly I could hardly even hear it, "Mitch and I both know you are a whore. If you ever visit us, somehow or other, we will fuck you, and because of who you are, you'll love it." He licked my ear. "Fag." And he gave me a small hug and rolled off to the other side. It was nap time, I played with the cum on my chest until I fell into a deep sleep.

The photos did turn out well.