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My mind was full of confusion; in one move Paul had turned the tables on me, a situation where I had thought I was in control had changed round, leaving me uncertain. We were both a bit frightened by what had happened between us, I because I had behaved like the sort of rampant exhibitionist that Paul was, and, Paul because he had responded sexually to another male. By some sort of mutual understanding, we didn't see each other for a few days.
Eventually I cracked, and phoned him, "We ought to talk."
"Yeah, you're right, do you want to come over? I've got some beer."
Paul had a sort of lair in the attic, a chaotic muddle of old TV's, broken furniture and mysterious junk. It was possible to close the hatch and be completely isolated from the rest of his household; the only interruptions were likely to be from his nosey little brother who always wanted to join in. We made our way up the ladder, and settled ourselves down, before opening the beers.
"I've been thinking," Paul said, "what happened the other day, that wasn't gay, that was just like having a wank, only there were two of us there."
"You're right," I agreed, "you watched me toss myself off, and I've done the same, its perfectly straightforward."
"Good, I'm glad that's settled, I wouldn't want to think there was anything strange about what we were doing."
Paul's mental processes were sometimes a little hard to follow, but for now I was happy that we had arrived at a rapprochement. I wasn't quite sure what we were heading for, but I was going to go along with him, especially if there was a chance to get to see his naked body again. Nonetheless, I thought it was better to let him make the running for now.
"When I was taking those pics of you, how did you feel?" I asked.
"How did I feel? Really sexy I guess, like I was free. How about you?"
"I was really horny, you saw how quickly I came, I've never showed off like that before. We should do it again sometime."
"Yeah, we should, it was fun."
Despite our agreement, we didn't do any pics for a while, it was the autumn and we were back at school before we had another session. I had been left a little money by a relative, and used it to buy a new camera and a macro lens and I was keen to try it out. One afternoon, I went round to his house to show it to him, we went up to his lair and he slouched nonchalantly in the broken armchair while I took a few snaps. As if on autopilot, his hands at first resting in his lap began gently to massage his groin. He never seemed to become erect gently; his cock always sprang up like a spring. I could see his cock pressing against the fabric of his trousers, and he leaned back in the chair to make it more prominent. "Ok, show me a bit more," I said.
Paul ran a finger along the bulge of his cock, sucking mischievously on the forefinger of his other hand, then he very gently pulled down the zip before his hand crept almost tentatively into the darkness. I was very stiff, and made no effort to conceal it. I crouched down on the floor to get a better angle, and Paul undid his waist button, and the trousers fell open, letting me get a better view. He was wearing blue patterned nylon y-fronts, their thin fabric distended by the vigour of his erection.
I looked up at him as he posed for me, "that's great, can you do some more?" Without speaking, he shoved his hand through the opening in the front of his pants, and grasped his cock firmly, the fabric stretching to its limit as he gave it a good stroking. As he continued, he gradually pulled his pants down, until he stood over me, his erect penis grasped in his hand. I put up my hand to indicate that I wanted him to turn round so that I could take some pics of his rear view, and accidentally (of course!) brushed his penis as I did so. The tangle of trousers and pants finally caught up with him, however, and he stumbled, sitting down rather firmly on top of me. His cock bumped down my arm and pressed firmly into my crotch as he sprawled on me, I would have been quite happy to let him stay there, but instead I helped him to get up, the moment had passed, even though he put his hand on my groin as he struggled to get upright.
To my surprise, Paul wasn't particularly fazed or embarrassed by our intimate encounter, and pulled off his trousers, "Let's do some more." He had obviously been planning to do more pics as he'd brought some other pants up to his lair with him, this time they were tight white mesh briefs with a blue detail, his erection looked very big in them as he posed in front of the broken mirror, lifting up his t-shirt so I could get a shot of his pert bottom. As he plunged his hand down the front and started to masturbate I couldn't control myself, and rubbed at my raging erection in the hope of some relief. I could see that Paul had clocked this, but he just continued to jerk his cock without any change of expression. "Come on then," he said, "I'll race you." I didn't need any more encouragement, putting my camera down; I pulled my jeans off, and pulled my throbbing cock out of my pants. We knelt on the floor facing each other, our cocks grasped firmly as we wanked away.
I wanted Paul to win, I wanted to see him come before I did, but it was touch and go, I could feel the tension building up in me and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. Happily the same thing applied to Paul, and he came first, the spunk splashing all over my legs and hands as I jerked away, it was too much for me and I shot my load too, my come adding to the sticky mess that covered me. Paul giggled, and mopped rather ineffectually at me with his discarded underwear, a stimulus that nearly started me off again. "You'd better take those with you," he said, "I don't think I want to explain all that spunk to my mum." I took the come-soaked pants home with me that night and kept them for years. I felt very good, we hadn't managed much of a photo session, and yet again I hadn't managed to record the come shot, but I had felt Paul's rock hard cock pressing against my body and we had come together for the first time.
As before, it was quite a while before we did another session, there was so much going on, we had all the usual demands of school, and Paul had been given a poor school report which meant that he was much more closely supervised than he had been. So, everything chugged along much as before, it was a typical English autumn, cold, misty and damp, and it wasn't until the half-term break that Paul picked up the phone, "Watcha, how's it hanging?"
"Hi Paul, good, how about you?" I replied.
"I'm cool, are you busy at the moment?"
"Nope, everyone's gone up town for the day, and I'm just sitting here twiddling my thumbs."
"That's the right thing to say, how long have we got before anybody comes back?"
"Oh, hours, at least `til the afternoon."
"I'll be right over."
I raced back up to my room, and set up my camera, Paul hadn't said he wanted a photo session, but, on the other hand, he hadn't said he didn't, and I definitely did, if there was any chance. It took him about 15 minutes to make his way over, and when he did turn up; I was disappointed to see that he was carrying his school bag.
"Don't worry, I told my parents you were going to help me with a project." He opened the bag, and I could see that, as well the usual junk, there was a selection of shirts and pants. I had been feeling hornier and hornier since I got the call, and this was enough, my cock sprang to attention.
We bundled up the stairs to my room, and Paul nodded approvingly when he saw that my camera was sitting ready.
"What shall we do then?" I asked.
"I've thought of something," Paul replied, much to my surprise, "just watch."
He took off his jacket and sweater, and tossed them into the corner, he was wearing a long sleeved white t-shirt and blue jeans. He sat down on my bed and smiled up at me; "ready?"
"Ready." I picked up my camera, and framed the shot.
Leaning back, he pressed both hands into his groin and rubbed it sensuously, very, very slowly one of his hands wandered up to the waistband of his jeans and undid the button. Staring into my eyes through the camera, he deliberately and carefully pulled the zipper down. I'd worked out what he was wearing before I saw him uncovered, he had found a pair of baggy old school style white cotton y-fronts, just like the ones that he had been wearing when I first saw him without his trousers all those years ago. As always, he was erect and ready, his cock ridging the front of the pants, its tip just poking up above the waistband. For me, the moment was almost unbearably erotic, as Paul laid back on the bed, pushing his pelvis into the air and running a lazy finger along the straining fabric. The cute thing about baggy pants is that I kept getting little glimpses of the treasures contained within as Paul moved around.
"Come a little closer, I want to get a better shot." I said, and Paul obligingly swivelled round on the bed, pushing his crotch towards my face.
"Put your hands down your pants," I commanded.
"Like this?" he asked obligingly squeezing his rampant cock.
"No, I want to see your balls as well." Paul pulled his pants to one side and his cock sprang free and he grabbed hold. "That's too much, too soon," I said, "I'm looking for sexy pics, not just porno. We'll get to that soon enough."
Paul pulled his pants back on, and rolled over onto his stomach, his legs in the air, and pressed his hands down on his lovely bottom. He stuck his bottom up in the air and grinned back through the triangle of his legs at me, slowly massaging his cock and balls before pulling his pants aside again. "How's that?" he asked, somewhat choked from his unusual position.
"Very good," I said, "but you're going very red."
"Do you remember that day when I got stuck in the window?" he said, rolling onto his back again, idly stroking his cock.
"Yeah, funny wasn't it."
"Not for me, I was really turned on by your touching me, and I was worried that I might be gay."
"We've been there," I said impatiently, "you decided that this was just like having a wank, remember."
"Yeah, it is, only better," he said, smiling.
"Shall we get on?" I wasn't sure where this conversation was heading, and yet again Paul was taking the initiative.
"Ok," he agreed, "try this." He slid round on the bed, his groin overhanging the edge, and laid back again, his hand sensually playing over his cock again.
I knelt down in front of him; "That's great, give me a little more."
He slowly and carefully pushed his hand down in his pants again; I could see his fingers grasping his cock through the leg hole. He laid even flatter on the bed and pushed his crotch towards me again; "How's that?"
"Good," I replied, "but I can't quite see everything."
"Show me what you want," he said.
I stretched out my shaky hand, and delicately pulled the leg hole to one side, exposing his balls and the bottom of his long shaft, I could feel the heat of his body radiating on the back of my hand. "Now, give me a bit of hand action, gently though."
"Like this?" he grasped his cock firmly and ran his hand vigorously up and down the shaft.
"No, too much, slowly and gently."
"Show me," he commanded again.
Again I reached out, and took his hand away, clasping my fingers over his, I gently massaged his cock. I was almost coming in my pants. He moaned appreciatively, I was still holding the camera, and covered my confusion by fiddling with the focus. The moment passed, and Paul flopped back grasping his cock through the fabric before pulling the pants aside and letting his cock see the air, fully and triumphantly erect, the shiny glans reflecting my lights, how I wanted to get my hands on it again.
"I'm bored with these now," Paul said, "shall we try something else?" Without waiting for an answer, he got up off the bed, and brushing past me he went to his school bag. Rummaging inside, he produced a pair of Speedo's, "how about these?"
"Yeah, fine, what's the story?"
"No story, just a boy wanking in his Speedos, we'll be needing tissues."
There's something special about Speedos, they cover it all up, but not very well, and these were doing nothing to hide Paul's erection as they were quite tight fitting. As I got myself sorted out with film and so on, Paul settled himself on the bed, gently stroking himself and watching me. As I stood there, he put his hand out, and pointed at my erection, "You're going to overcook that if you're not careful."
"What do you suggest I do about it?" I gulped.
"The least you can do is let it out of your jeans."
"Ok," and I slipped my jeans off and stood there, my cock pressing solidly at the fabric of my pants. I could see that Paul was turned on; as for me, I was finding new levels of eroticism day by day.
By contrast to the pics we had just taken, this was a much more straightforward shoot, Paul was very horny, and he wasn't hanging about. I suggested that we do a very slow exposure shot, so that the movement of his hand on his cock would be blurred, to give the viewer an idea of the vigour of his wanking. I needed to set this up carefully, and use time delay and a tripod, and I was fussing around, looking for the shot, standing over Paul when he reached up and rubbed at my cock through my pants. "You're getting a bit damp," he said, naughtily, but not taking his hand away, "I reckon you're going to come soon."
It was like an electric shock, if I hadn't been concentrating on setting the camera I would probably have come straight away. "Shall we get this done, we can worry about my coming later." You may think this is a bit strange of me, but I was in meltdown, and the only thing that I could think of was to concentrate on the matter in hand, and the matter in hand was looming large in the viewfinder of my camera.
As I set the timer going, I stood back and watched, as Paul went into action, I was openly rubbing my cock now, no embarrassment any more. Once the shot was finished Paul looked up at me, "Good?"
"Yup," I replied.
"I think I'm ready to do the come shot now."
As I passed him the tissues, he reached up again and firmly gripped my cock and balls, "When I've done, I reckon it'll be your turn." He really went for it, stroking firmly up and down the shaft of his penis, varying the speed and gently stimulating the tip with his finger, it was just as well that I needed both hands for the camera. He finally indicated that he was going to come, and I moved in to get the close up, and with his cock protruding from the waistband of his Speedos he came in spurts some of it ending in the tissue and some of it spraying up his stomach. As he laid back, exhausted, I grabbed a tissue, and gently mopped the sperm off his stomach; it seemed natural to me that I should clean off his cock too and carefully wiped away the spunk. His cock was still hot and heavy, and very slippery in my fingers. Paul took my hand away, tucked his erection back into his Speedos and smiled at me, "Come on."
He led me over to my beanbag, and pushed me gently and firmly down, "Right, show me what you've got." I didn't need any more encouragement, and leaned back, thrusting my groin towards the camera. I ran my finger along the length of my erection, staring at Paul's bulging Speedos as I began to masturbate, my pants were already pretty wet from the pre-cum leaking out of my cock, and as I pushed my hand in, it was sticky and hot in my grasp.
"Feels just like yours," I said, looking up at him.
"Does it?" he asked, and kneeling, he pulled my pants down, letting my cock spring free. He pushed my hand away, and gripped my penis firmly; it felt fantastic, very different from doing it to yourself. He gave me a few strokes, and I reached up and pulled his cock free from the confinement of his Speedos, we had a little moment where we masturbated each other, our strokes going in rhythm.
"Oh-oh I'm going to come." His hand slipped from my greasy cock and I reluctantly let his slip from my grasp, as he positioned himself for the come shot. I took my penis in my hand and, watching Paul, standing over me with the camera, his red cock still hanging out of his Speedos, I began to work my way to my climax. I could feel the pressure building up in me and I remembered the feeling of his hand, slippery with his come, sliding up and down my erection. When I came, I was lost in a moment of such extreme pleasure that it was almost painful, there was nothing to compare to this feeling.
When I surfaced, Paul was kneeling beside me, "Blimey, that was a messy one, think I got the shot though." There was spunk all over my stomach, in my pubes and dribbling out of the tip of my still erect penis. Paul dipped a finger in my come, and drew a circle on my stomach with it.
"What's that for?" I asked feebly.
"A target," he said, pulling his Speedos right off, and kneeling beside me he casually scooped up a dollop of my jizz, lubricated his hand with it and wanked furiously over me, it was all over very quickly, he came again, and I felt the hot sperm hitting my stomach and mixing with mine. He gently ran his finger up the shaft of my still erect cock, and wiped the dribbling come into his hand. Carefully, he wiped his sticky cargo onto the mess on my stomach, and stirred it round with his finger, then, slowly and deliberately, he rubbed his finger in the come and raised the dribbling digit to my lips. I licked the come off his hand, and ran mine through the puddle of sperm, before offering it up to him, he sucked greedily, and as an afterthought, I dipped a forefinger in the congealing puddle, and drew a splodge on his forehead.
"Come brothers," I said, "less painful than blood, and so much more fun." I started to laugh, after a moment, Paul did too, but not before he had also daubed my face with come.
We cleaned each other up as best we could, and Paul announced that he would have to go home, I suspect to bathe, if he was anything like as sticky as I was. As he was leaving, he turned to me and asked, anxiously, "It is just wanking, isn't it, there's nothing gay about what we're doing?"
"No Paul," I said firmly, "we're just wanking and fooling around, its fun, a dressing up game. Tell me, are you still enjoying it?"
"Yes," he replied, "its great, let's do it again soon." With that he set off down the road, and I went back inside to clean up my room.