Date: Tue, 17 May 2005 13:00:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sebastian Wallace <sebastian_wallace@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Photo Shoot 3

PHOTO SHOOT (Part 3)
by Sebastian Wallace

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Author: sebastian_wallace@yahoo.co.uk
Website: http://stories.remoworld.com

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I stood up and hitched my briefs down, kicking them to one side.  My cock
sprang upwards looking as hard and proud as Daryl's.

Jono grinned over at us from behind his camera, looking from my cock to
Daryl's as he mentally compared our organs.  He chuckled, "This is one hell
of a shoot... you guys are gonna be able to charge pretty much what you
like for these photos with dicks like yours..."

I guess we did look pretty impressive: we were both reasonably good
looking, both had nicely toned bodies and we both sported well-endowed
erections.

Jono snapped a few shots of us grinning at each other as if amused by
having hard-ons together.  Then he suggested that we ought to pretend to
compare our lengths, even though it was quite clear that Daryl's cock was
slightly longer than mine.

Daryl turned and bent over the desk, rifling through the stuff on it to
find a ruler.  Jono gestured for me to stand behind him so that my erection
curved upwards towards Daryl's slightly-splayed buttocks.

I said, "I'm supposed to contemplating fucking him again, am I?"

Jono chuckled, taking a few shots of us.  "You certainly are..."

Daryl grabbed a ruler and turned back to me, grinning.  "Like you ever
contemplate anything else, Seb..."

We pretended to measure our dicks and to be surprised that Daryl's was the
best part of an inch longer than mine.

Then Jono suggested that we compare how thick our cocks were.  "Put your
forefinger and thumb around your own," he said, "and then reach over and
see how your girth compares with each other's..."

We did as he said, exaggerating our actions to make it clear what we were
doing to the guys who'd eventually be looking at these, and felt how thick
our own cocks were before wrapping our fingers and thumbs around each
other's organs.

We stood like that, feeling slightly ridiculous holding one another's
cocks, while Jono took two or three shots of us, and then the two of us
burst out laughing.

Jono wasn't too amused: "Come on, guys - just a few more in this position.
I know it seems a bit bizarre..."

We grabbed each other's cocks again, squeezing one another gently with our
fingers and thumbs.  Although it felt a bit weird to be holding Daryl's
dick and the shaft of his cock was a little more veined than mine is, our
erections felt pretty much identical in terms of thickness.

Jono took a few more shots and then Daryl wanked my cock a few times
between his forefinger and thumb, making us both laugh again.  Jono asked
Daryl to wrap

Jono pulled another roll of spent film from his camera, and, hastily
replacing it with a fresh one, called over to Daryl, "Okay, mate, let's see
you kneel down in front of Seb and put a tattoo on his cock like he did
with you..."

Daryl grinned.  "I thought you'd never ask..."

I stood side-on to Jono, so that he could photograph the profile of my
swollen cock arching upwards next to Daryl's face.

Daryl chose a tattoo of a pair of thick juicy lips to apply to the stem of
my cock.

He looked up at me and smiled.  "I suspect these won't be the only lips you
get around your knob this afternoon, mate..."

I smiled back, concealing my surprise at how nonchalant Daryl seemed about
the prospect of using his mouth on me.  "I dare say they won't..."

When Jono had adjusted the level of his camera to get a few close-ups,
Daryl started rubbing the tattoo onto my cock with the blunt pencil.

Unlike his, which had started oozing beads of precum almost as soon as the
tattoo had touched it, my bell-end remained almost dry.  As a rule, my cock
doesn't produce a lot of fluid when I'm aroused.

It seemed there was no need for Daryl to clean me up with his mouth as I
had him.  He seemed disappointed: "Looks like a don't get to lick your
lollipop, Seb," he said as he peeled the transfer from my cock.

Jono clicked away, clearly enjoying seeing my cock, with the bell-end
engorged and throbbing, poking into Daryl's face.

Then Daryl had an idea: "Actually, your dick looks a bit too dry... the
head should be more kind of polished looking... don't you think, Jono?"

Jono shrugged behind his camera.  "I guess..."

Daryl grinned up at me.  "Yeah... a bit of moisture might help after
all..."

Before I could suggest that I'd lick my finger and smear a bit of my own
spit around the head of it, Daryl put his lips around my purple head and
gently licked it inside his mouth.

I gasped: bolts of pleasure shot through me.

Daryl pulled back and, still grinning, shook his head.  "Hmmm... looks like
maybe it needs a bit more..."

He put his mouth around my cock head again, sucking it more forcibly this
time and sweeping his tongue around my piss-slit.

The sensations of pleasure overwhelmed me; I called out,
"Fuck... Daryl... Jesus!"

He pulled back again, almost laughing, and examined my cock closely.  "You
know... I still think it needs a bit more work..."

Before I could refuse, he quickly engulfed my bell-end with his mouth and
then bobbed his head rapidly up and down on the top couple of inches of my
cock, sucking firmly.  He was, for all intents and purposes, giving my
bell-end a blow job.

I gasped and moaned involuntarily.  "Aah... aah..."

He pulled back from me, laughing now, and looked at my cock that was now so
stiff that it ached.  The head of it looked slick and shiny.

Daryl chuckled, "Yeah, that's got it."  He turned to Jono, who was looking
over the top of his camera, open-mouthed with astonishment.

Daryl said, "You'd better take a few snaps of it, mate, before it goes off
the boil..."

Jono did as Daryl suggested, taking half a dozen photos of my almost
bursting erection next to Daryl's grinning face.

After Jono had finished, Daryl stood up.  His own cock hadn't lost any of
its excitement; if anything, the head of it was looking larger and redder.

I managed to mutter, "Jesus, Daryl -"

He shrugged and laughed.  "Come on, Seb.  I was only returning the favour
you did me..."

I said, "I guess... but -"

He patted my shoulder affectionately.  "Come on... no worries, mate..."

Jono asked him, "Was that one of the ideas you had, Daryl?"

Daryl didn't seem to understand him.  "Ideas?"

"Yeah... you said you had some ideas for the shoot... I just wondered if
that was one of them?"

Daryl smiled.  "Oh right.  No - that was just me repaying Seb for doing the
same to my dick..."

"So what were your ideas, then?"

"I dunno... I just thought it might be a bit of laugh if the two of us
pretended we were... you know... getting it on together..."

He looked at me and I just smiled.

He went on, "I mean, we're too pissed mates, right...?  We've staggered out
of some party to put tattoos on each other... then we developed hard-ons
and neither of us were too freaked out about it..."

I nodded.

"So what I'm suggesting is that we start kind of wrestling or play-fighting
or something... just messing around while we're naked.  And
then... well... what do you think happens next...?"

I chuckled.  "Could it be... I dunno... might we end up fucking like a pair
of bunnies...?"

Daryl laughed.  "Got it in one, mate... or at least, we end up pretending
to fuck..."

Jono smiled.  "If you guys would be happy with doing that, that'd be
great... I mean, I wouldn't have suggested it in case you thought it was
step too far..."

Daryl looked over at me.  "I'd be okay with it, if you would, Seb..."

I hesitated.  "I dunno... are you absolutely sure, Jono, that no-one other
than a few old blokes wearing macs are gonna see these photos...?"

Jono nodded.  "Absolutely.  One hundred percent.  And bear in mind that the
price we'll get will be a lot higher if there's a suggestion of actual
sex..."

Daryl seemed particularly eager; the money was obviously a major
attraction.  "Come on, mate... it'll just be like we're messing about..."

I grinned and shrugged.  "Okay... in for a penny in for a pound and all
that..."

Daryl grinned.  "Nice one, mate..."

We decided to act like we were play-fighting, as though we were both trying
to smudge the other guys' tattoos.  Why we would have spent half an hour
carefully putting tattoos on each other only to then try and wipe them off
wasn't raised as an issue.

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?"

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..."

Jono looked puzzled.

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.

His comment astonished me.  I said, "You don't mind taking a dick up your
arse...?"

Daryl shrugged.  "Well, it wouldn't be my number one choice of things to
do, but if it loosens me up - and it's only for a few seconds - then it's
no big deal, is it?"

I was speechless.

Daryl chuckled.  "Come on, it's not like we'd be having sex or anything,
would it?  It's only to make the shot look convincing..."

I just gawped at him.  After a few seconds I managed, "I'm not gonna fuck
you..."

Daryl laughed.  "It wouldn't be fucking me... it'd just be like... you
know... like a biological necessity or something... I mean, my arse can't
exactly loosen itself..."

"I don't think it'd be right..."

Daryl shrugged.  "Well, we better think of something else, 'cause we're
both losing our hard-ons and it's starting to get cold..."

I realised that he was right: our erections were now looking distinctly
crestfallen.

Jono said, "I think I've got a beer can somewhere..."

Daryl laughed, "I'm not sticking a fucking beer can up my arse, mate!
Haven't you got a wine bottle or something?"

Jono shook his head.  "The neck of it wouldn't be any wider than your
fingers..."

Daryl continued looking around the room for ideas.

Then Jono suggested, hesitantly, "Well... er... don't take this the wrong
way... and say no if you want to... but what about... er... my cock?"

Daryl laughed.  "You wanna fuck my arse?"

Jono shook his head.  "No... but you guys have noticed I've got a hard-on,
and... well... it's pretty thick... so..."

"So you're offering - purely out of the kindness of your heart - to loosen
my arsehole up a bit, are you?"  Daryl chortled and I found myself
grinning.

Jono smiled.  "Yeah... I guess I am..."

Daryl looked over at me.  "Well, you're gonna have the same problem when he
comes to take a few shots of your arse, Seb... what do you think?"

I laughed incredulously.  "I'm not gonna let him fuck me!  I'd sooner try
the beer can!"

Daryl seemed keen to give it a try, though.  "Come on... like he says, it's
not as if he's actually fucking either of us.  He's just shoving his cock
into our arses -"

"Which is, of course, totally unrelated to fucking," I interrupted.

Daryl chuckled but went on, "He's just shoving it in and pulling it out and
then getting a photo of how it looks..."

"And you wouldn't mind?" I asked.

He shrugged.  "I guess not.  It's not a sexual act."  He turned to Jono.
"Is it?"

Jono shook his head.  "No way.  I'll just work it in and out a few times
and then-"

I stopped him there.  "A few times?  Like how many?"

Jono waved his hand dismissively.  "I dunno... it'll have be a few times
otherwise you'll just... you know... clamp up again... it'll be maybe half
a dozen or so... I dunno..."

Daryl was insistent.  "It'll be not much different from getting a medical
exam, mate..."

"Except that the doctor doesn't usually probe your prostate with his
dick..."

Daryl pretended to look shocked.  "Really?  Mine always has... isn't that
how it's done, then...?"

I laughed.  I was becoming more convinced, as long as it was going to
involve just a few short jabs of Jono's cock.

I said, "You'd have to wear a condom..."

Jono shrugged.  "Of course..."

"You'd be up for it, then?"  Daryl asked.

"With reservations, yes..."

I couldn't really believe that Daryl and I were getting into this.  Things
weren't exactly getting out of hand but were clearly heading in totally
unexpected directions.  I suppose I really wanted to say no to what Jono
was proposing, but I also wanted to get the shoot over with and this seemed
an obvious way to conclude it.

Jono asked us to try and make ourselves hard again while he put on a
condom.

We squeezed our cocks and played with them a little, watching him head over
to his drawers, pull out a box of condoms and unzip himself to slide it
onto his cock.  Jono was clearly having none of the trouble maintaining his
erection that Daryl and I had had: he had to really fiddle with it,
untangling it from his underwear, to get it out through his fly it was so
stiff.  I was surprised at how thick it looked - it was much heftier in
girth than either Daryl's or my own - and I noticed that he had some
difficulty getting the base of the condom over the broad head of it.

When he'd finished, he walked back over to us, looking slightly awkward
about having his cock protruding from his jeans.  He looked comical,
walking around with that thick knob poking upwards towards us, and Daryl
and I chuckled.

He said, "So do you wanna go first, Daryl?"

Daryl smirked.  "I don't want to, but I will.  Since I'm already lubed
up..."

Jono grabbed the lube, muttering, "That's a point...", and smeared a little
of it across the large round head of his cock.

Daryl turned around and bent over.  I noticed his cock was only semi-erect.
He said, "Just a few times, okay...?"

Jono said, "Yeah, of course," and walked up behind him.

He laughed and said, "Open wide... I'm coming in..."

And with that, he put his hands on Daryl's hips, positioned his cock
against his anus, and then pushed himself forwards to gently ease himself
into Daryl's arse.

Daryl sighed.  "Jesus... you're a big guy...!"

Jono chuckled, pushing his cock as far into Daryl's backside as it would
go.  Then he started easing it back out.  He grunted, "Just a few times,
then, okay...?"

Daryl nodded, breathing more quickly at either the pain or the pleasure of
what was happening to him.

Jono slid back into him and then out again, and I noticed, with some
surprise, that Daryl's cock was responding to the intrusion of his
arsehole.  He was lengthening rapidly, rising upwards back to full glory.
Jono's cock was having the opposite effect than the one I'd been expecting.

Daryl sighed, almost breathless, "Go easy, mate... nice and slow..."

Jono obliged, grabbing Daryl's hips more firmly as he slowly fucked his
arse with long, deliberate strokes.

Daryl opened his legs a little wider to accommodate him and glanced over at
me, grinning.  He said, "It's not that bad, actually..."

I smiled and glanced between his legs at his erection, fully restored and
dribbling a string of precum from the puckered slit.  I said, "Yeah, I
guessed as much..."

Jono withdrew and examined the effect his cock had had on Daryl's arse.  He
said, "I think it needs a few more... it's not quite there," and then slid
his cock back into Daryl's hole.  He eased it in and out a few more times
and then withdrew it again, this time looking more satisfied by the result.

He turned to me and said, "I might as well sort you out now and then get
shots of you both together... that'd probably be best..."  His face looked
flushed and his breathing seemed a little faster than normal.

I really didn't want to go through with this but now that Daryl had, a way
out seemed impossible.

Daryl moved to get up from his bending position but Jono told him he ought
to stay put; something about stopping his arse from closing up too soon.

So Daryl beckoned me to stand next to him - "chest down, legs wide apart,"
as he put it - and receive Jono's cock.

I said, getting into position, "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

Daryl grinned and said, "Take it like a man, mate... think of England... or
Norway or somewhere..."

My cock hung down between my legs, tense at how painful or embarrassing
things were about to get, as Jono walked up behind me and applied some lube
to my arsehole.  The feel of his hands and the coldness of the gel made my
cock shrink a further inch or so.

He loosened me up with his fingers a little, while Daryl just grinned at
me, and then I felt his cock head - seeming so huge - pressing against the
tight ring of my anus.

Jono said, "Are you ready, Seb?"

I said, dourly, "As I'll ever be..."

And he pressed himself into me.

I guess if I'd been as wholesomely heterosexual as I usually made myself
out to be when I was among my mates, Jono's cock might have had some
difficulty getting into my arse.  But - perhaps fortunately under the
circumstances - I'd sometimes found myself straying a little.  And those
few drunken nights at University, when I'd become a little more friendly
with other guys than I usually admit to, had done enough to my backside to
make Jono's entry a lot smoother than it might have been.

After a few winces from me and grunts from him, my arse swallowed him up.

He muttered, "That wasn't too difficult..."  But fortunately neither him
nor Daryl started asking questions about why.

Jono held my hips quite firmly and eased his lube-smeared cock in and out
of my backside a few times.  Like Daryl, I found myself responding to the
masturbatory effect Jono's cock was having on my rectum, and I heard Daryl
chuckle as he watched my cock lengthening and rising as rapidly as his had.

Within a dozen or so thrusts of Jono's cock my bell-end was looking as
purple and as swollen as it had earlier.

I called out, "How many more, Jono?  I thought you said you only needed to
do it a few times..."

Jono's breath was becoming noticeably faster.  "Just a few more,
Seb... just to get it nice and loose..."

After five or six more thrusts, he withdrew with a slurp, leaving my
arsehole feeling like it was gaping open widely.  Jono glanced at it and
then turned back to Daryl's arse.

He muttered, "Don't get up yet, Seb... I just need to loosen Daryl up a bit
more..."

And he reinserted himself into Daryl's arse, grabbing his shoulders now,
and fucking him a couple of dozen times with long, sweeping jabs.

Daryl muttered, "Go easy, mate..."

Jono was getting out of breath.  "Yeah... just a few more... just getting
you sorted..."  I glanced around and saw that his forehead was sweating.

He pulled out from Daryl and, as I expected, moved along to return to my
arse.  Before he entered me, he unbuckled his belt and yanked the tops of
his jeans and briefs down a little, allowing his large, hairy balls to flop
out over the tops of them.

He gasped, "Just a couple more, Seb," and pushed himself back into me.  He
wrapped his arms around me and pressed his chest into my back, bucking his
hips quite rapidly.

Daryl looked at me and grinned.

I didn't know why I was going along with this, but I grinned back.

After twenty or thirty seconds of blatantly fucking me for pleasure - he
wasn't even trying to conceal his gasping and panting by now - Jono
withdrew from me again and got back onto Daryl.

Daryl opened his legs wider and pushed his arse back to meet Jono's cock,
clearly enjoying the attention his rectum was receiving.  Jono grabbed his
chest firmly and humped him rapidly, his cock making short rasping noises
as it slid in and out of Daryl's arsehole.

Jono extended an arm out towards me and I felt his fingers groping around
my backside.  Finding my anus, he began fingering me like I would finger a
girl.  It felt really good: my cock stiffened even further in response and
curved upwards to almost touch my stomach.

Daryl turned toward me and gasped, "Wank me off..."  I don't know whether
he was asking me or Jono to.

Before I could respond, Jono grunted, "Just a few more times," and then
made a growling sound from the back of his throat.

Then, after several rapid and fairly rough thrusts of his cock into Daryl's
arse, he abruptly withdrew and, panting, stumbled across the room towards
his camera.

Pulling the condom from his cock and zipping himself up he muttered, trying
to catch his breath, "I think that's sorted you both out... if you wanna
get into your positions... I'll take the last few shots..."

Daryl stood up and laughed.  I couldn't really understand why he was
finding all this so amusing.  He said, "Got a bit too much for you,
mate...?"

Jono wiped the sweat from his forehead and then fiddled distractedly with
the front of his camera.  "No... it's just getting a bit hot in here..."

We posed in various ways, Daryl behind me and then me behind him, as though
wrestling aggressively.  We'd get each other into a few different locks and
holds, one guy always bending forwards with his buttocks splayed for the
camera while the other guy stood behind him with his erection raging at the
threshold of his cleft.  Our arseholes didn't gape open too explicitly, I
gather, but were sufficiently widened to make it appear that we'd been,
perhaps accidentally, penetrating one another.

After the two of us had showered, Jono was already beginning to prepare his
solutions and equipment to start developing the photos.

"That was a really good shoot," he said.

Daryl grinned.  "Yeah... I'm surprised it didn't split the condom..."

Jono looked sharply at him and blushed scarlet.  "The photo shoot, I
mean..."

Daryl pretended he'd genuinely misunderstood.  "Oh, right... yeah..."

Jono kept blushing.  He muttered, "Actually, I was thinking.  You guys were
so... er... accommodating... well... I thought I'd reduce my usual
commission..."

Daryl looked over at him, clearly interested in the prospect of additional
cash coming his way.  "Oh?"

Jono nodded.  "Yeah.  I'll give you guys an extra ten percent, probably
worth a couple of hundred quid to you each... just to say thanks to
you... you know..."

Daryl grinned.  "Nice one, mate.  You'll have to come out for a drink with
us once you've developed those.  We'll have to celebrate the shoot... it
was a pretty good one, like you say..."

Jono looked at him and Daryl winked at him.  Jono's blush, which had been
abating, returned with a vengeance.

So that's the story of how I appeared in a gay wank mag four or five years
ago.  If you ever happen to stumble across the issue I'm in - you'll
probably recognise me from the stunned expression on my face in those last
few photos - be sure to let me know.  I'd love to take another look at it.

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Author: sebastian_wallace@yahoo.co.uk
Website: http://stories.remoworld.com

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