Private Photo Session 3 - My First Seduction

I'm not gay. gay guys goggle at guys walking down the street. I
don't do that, I track women, how much of their tits they are showing,
how much leg. So far, I have had only great experiences with guys.
If I ever need to get rock hard, I think of those experiences, and I HAVE to beat off. If I ever get an opportunity to
play physically with my fellow man, my hardon leads the way.

I was attending a conference, and was BORED. I had my laptop, and was
thinking about looking up something "interesting", but worried that
some other attendees would see what was on the screen. Guess it was
time to go back to my room and surf.

There was another guy, also taping away, maybe five years younger, just as
slim. "Nothing like the Internet," he said casually.

"For porn," I joked, because it was on my mind.

"Yeah, there is a lot of weird stuff out there."

"It's mostly weird," I claimed.

"Where's the boy meets girl, they establish a relationship, they get
married?" he asked, causing me to notice that we both had wedding
rings.

"According to the number of Internet sites, the world is 50% gay," a
bogus statistic, but it sometimes looked that way.

"Yeah, I usually pass by those sites," he said a bit quieter. I focused
on his use of "usually", because it suggested that sometimes he would
click through and look.

"I am always amazed how intensely people are enjoying themselves, no
matter how unusual," I knew he was paying attention to how
gender-neutral my characterization was.

He smirked, and went back to clicking. I didn't know where this was
going, I just wanted it to continue. "The best part is not all the
pictures, videos, and stories, all of which I enjoy. What really has
changed is the ability to get together."

He stopped typing and looked up. I guess he hadn't used the web that
way before.

"There are sites that are only about hooking up."

He nodded, he must have heard about them, just not done anything.

"You need to take some pictures, people are so visual. That itself
can be a lot of fun." I gave him a big smile, but I was not going to
go into detail about my first photo session with Johnny where he got
me so turned on and was so skilled I let him have me. I also wasn't
going to mention the second session which involved my first three-way
with Mitch and Johnny. Hard to believe I got in such a slutty mood I let two men
fuck me. I tell myself I am not gay, but that sure sounds gay.

"Can I see them?"

It sure sounded like an innocent question, so I opened the folder, and
clicked on the first one.

"This is the G-rated one," a head shot (no giving head). "Maybe this
next one is OK too, but the shirt is unbuttoned." I preferred that
one, because it was playfully sexual, not blatant.

"Any more?" he asked.

"I can't show you them here," I blushed, aware that I wasn't
saying no, just not here. "I took them for this site for men and
women, but that has not worked out so well." OK, that was a lie, this
collection was taken for a gay site, but I couldn't just say that.

"Yeah, it is probably only guys or hookers looking," he said.

"And guys are cheaper." It was a half-hearted joke, and we sat
silently for a moment.

"My name is X O Doug," I said, offering my hand.

"Matt here. X O?" he asked.

"That's my handle out there in porno land. I added the X O because I
think kissing, and kissing much, is a very good thing, no matter the
situation." Again, I was gender neutral, and thought he caught it.
Since he hadn't left, he might be interested.

"If you are curious Matt, I could show you the photos, what you
need before you go to one of the hookup sites." I was careful
not to say 'if you come back to my room' because we all know that
is almost like agreeing to have sex with someone.

"Sure, sounds more interesting than hanging out in this lobby,"
Matt smiled.

I closed my laptop and stood up. We were both in a great mood. I
think there is a switch in your brain. If you think you may soon
be having sex with someone, flick, everything they say is interesting,
or funny, or smart. Walking to the elevator with Matt, we had that
kind of exchange.

"How do you keep in such good shape, Matt?"

"I watch what I put in my mouth." That can be read several ways...
"Avoid fats, do lots of protein."

"Same here," I agreed. "I get on the floor every day and work
my abs for twenty, thirty minutes."

"Nice. I like to run outside, take the shirt off in the summer."

We continued like that all the way to my room. It was a typical
American hotel: you walk in, and there is the big bed. The
bathroom and a small table were at the far end. I sat down on
the edge of the bed, as did he, it was the simplest thing to do.

The laptop came out of its sleep. The next photo was from
farther away. My shirt was unbuttoned, my pants were on, but I was
pinching my nipples, which I found embarrassing, and told Matt
so.

"No that's cool, I like that too," he confessed.

I said sheepishly, "There is so much focus on women's tits, on women's
nipples, on feeling them up, that I don't like to talk about my own.
It is not that amazing, but it is pleasant."

Matt put his hand on my shoulder, looked at me sternly. "Just don't get
implants." I knocked his hand off me, and punched his shoulder. I
messaged it as if I was helping him recover.

"Did I hurt you," I asked, totally fake. Just a smile was the reply.
The important thing was I kept my hand on his shoulder. We were in
continuous contact. He didn't pull away, so now, on another level,
our bodies could start talking to each other, relaxing, opening up.

The next three slides had me pulling my pants down, shot from behind
and low, so there was lots of leg and firm bubble butt.

I didn't know what to say, so we both were silent. The next set of
pictures were taken from the front. I had both hands on my package,
feeling myself up through the underwear.

"That felt good."

"Obviously."

The next set of photos had me without the underwear, and we both got
quiet again. I kept messaging his shoulder, about all I could think
of doing. Yet I had to think of something given what the next picture
showed.

"The next picture was Johnny's idea. It was really great and intense, well, anyway..."

In the next photo, I was completely naked, and Mitch was on the couch
next to me, and our hands were squarely, firmly, undoubtedly, in each
other's crotches. So I repeated myself.

"That felt good."

"Obviously."

And because it seemed like the right time, my hand slid down from his
shoulder, and went for his basket. I let my fingers walk all over.
He was getting into it, the way his legs opened up a little. He moved
one of his arms, and with my free hand, I guided it right to my own
basket. I kept my hand on his, to tell him that I loved what he was
doing, to keep it up, it was all good. He caught on, and did the
same, four hands working two crotches. gay men often skip this step,
but since we were new to each other, it was almost as if we were stuck
here, in a great place. I could hear him breathe irregularly once in a
while when I would touch a place that begged for touching. I was able
to press his hand hard into me when I needed that, which was often.
Matt made small moans, which drove me nuts. Our legs started playing
with each other. It felt so good, I was almost delirious, but somehow
came up with a plan. Matt spoke first however.

"Man that's good. I've only done a circle jerk, what, twice, and this is
good, better even."

So a man of limited experience. Yet our bodies where having quite a
good dialog with each other. Keeping my hands busy, I smiled at him
and nodded, yeah, this is good. He smiled right back. It was right
then that I felt a need to sleep with Matt, to enter him, to let him
understand just how deep one man can be to another, how strong one man
can fuck another. If I was gay, I would have had that thought on our
first handshake, but it only happened now, when I thought there may be
a way into Matt, to do it all. Time to lay out the plan.

"With all of our four hands occupied, I can't advance the slide-show.
I really got pleasure out of making each of these pictures. You and I
just copied what was in this one photo, and we already feel very good,
which can only be a good thing."

Matt nodded, and I gave his shaft a hard squeeze.

"So let's just keep on doing that: if we see it, we do it. I've done
everything here. This time though, you do the part of naked me, and
I'll do Mitch's part. We take a break with a little kiss."

He nodded, it was break time. I kissed him very softly on his left
cheek, then on his right, then on his lips. The kiss started small,
but like all the time we spent fondling each other, it grew, my tongue
pushing into him, then he into me. I almost forgot to advance the
slide-show!