Page 68 of All of Us

Taking my hand, he pulled me to him. “Why are you so nervous?”

“Excited.” His kiss wasn’t a surprise, but the passion behind it did catch me a little off guard. “Do you want to see the hot guy I took pictures of yesterday?” Sharing my photos was something we had been doing since we first became friends.

“Yes.”

In the living room, we sat close and looked at my laptop. Sitting there with Dusty looking at my work, I felt a burst of pride. These were really great photos. I wanted Dusty to see the hot guy, but recognize how good I was at my craft.

“This is Andre. He is a cowboy, but you wouldn’t know that with his clothes off.”

“Andre is hot. These pictures, though, you are incredibly talented.” I showed him all the pictures, and then he started bouncing a little. There was a light in his eyes that made me curious.

“It’s really nice to be here with you, Joe. And in case I haven’t been clear, I am interested in us dating. You know, like a couple. I thought I needed to be super clear about that.”

I couldn’t help but kiss him hard and deep for that. “That’s great to hear. I want that too.” I bit my bottom lip. “Did you talk to Gentry about—” This was weird. “Exclusivity between us three?” My voice pitched up a few octaves.

He grinned. “Yes, we did, and I agree. Let’s keep this between the three of us. I’m all clear.”

I didn’t doubt his medical clearance, but knowing it was only the three of us offered a certain amount of freedom.

“Now that we are through that. Why were you all bouncy?” Biting his lip like I had done a few moments before, he wiggled his eyebrows. “Could we? You? Us? Pictures?”

“Was that actually a question?” I grinned at him. “You want to take sexy photos?”

“Yeah! If you show me, I could take some of you too. Could we do some together too?” My body tingled, and it felt like static was covering my body.

“I love that idea.” I crooked my finger at Dusty and headed toward my studio. “Let’s take some very naughty pictures.”

He followed me, and my cock was straining painfully against my zipper by the time I’d entered the room. The lights were still set up from when I worked with Andre. They would be perfect for any pictures we wanted to take. “I can’t wait to take these pictures of you. Of us.”

He nodded. Then he gave me a look that would catch me on fire if it could. As I set up the camera, Dusty slid behind me, his hands slipped under my shirt, up my chest, and down my abs. It was very distracting. The camera I planned to use had a remote control and a timer function that would snap pictures every fifteen seconds.

When his hand rubbed against my erection, my brain went offline. The bed I used was covered with cushions, and I grabbed some of the thick faux fur rugs I used as props. Each time Dusty got near me, he would work on taking off some of my clothes. When I stood close for a few moments, he unbuttoned my jeans, and his fingers ran up and down my happy trail. His mouth was on my neck, where he sucked gently, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin.

“Ungh. Dusty, come here.”

I went over to the bed and got on my knees. Carefully, Dusty joined me. Setting the camera to start its timer, I started to kiss and suck on Dusty’s throat, then up his neck and behind his ear. I could hear the camera shutter going off, but I mostly ignored it while I worked on taking off his clothes.

“You are so sexy.” He said as he kissed up my throat, and licked a hot trail along my jaw that made my body respond with a shudder.

Once we were skin-to-skin, my heart did somersaults, and my stomach had a ton of hummingbirds swirling around. His body was warm under my hand, and I couldn’t imagine not touching him. Looking at his pants, he was straining, and I wanted my hands there too, but first I needed to lick him, suck him.

“I want to taste you.”

I knew I made a little growl when I said it. There was this possessiveness in me that I wasn’t sure how to handle. Deciding to lean into it, I made a deep bruise on his neck and enjoyed how he squirmed and moaned while I left it. I could feel myself release more sticky fluid inside my underwear. I had to reach down and rub myself, because I needed a little relief.

I helped him out of his pants and underwear, then pushed them down his hips and thighs. Getting him naked and seeing him there in front of me inspired not only my desire to do very dirty things, but I also wanted to capture how gorgeous he was with my lens.

“I promise I will suck you off, but I want to take pictures of you like this. Hard for me, and so beautiful.”

He smirked, then wrapped his hand around his length and stroked himself slowly.

“You’re going to kill me.” He said before he kissed me deeply again.

I started to move toward the cameras.

“Oh no. First, you’re getting naked.”

He pinned me down and kissed me hard, teasing me through my pants, then slipped his hand into my briefs. When his palm made contact with my throbbing cock, I gasped. His touch felt incredible, and I thrust my hips toward his hand. Stroking my length, he twisted his hand a bit at the tip, then ran his thumb through the precum that leaked steadily.