Finding Myself Pt. 02

"Would you like to touch it, Lacey?" I offered.

There was a shy nod and Lacey knelt in front of Josh, first stroking along his length, then encircling his shaft with their hand and pumping gently up and down. Their other hand grabbed his balls, fondling, learning their shape.

"You can finish me off, if you like," offered Josh, but Lacey refused. That was not the point of this activity, and they were more keen to learn about how he masturbated than experiencing a handjob.

"Stay where you are, Lacey," I directed. Brenda and I knelt either side of them. Josh knew immediately what I wanted, but I explained for Lacey's benefit.

"When Josh cums, he'll cum on you. It's what he did for me first time, and I loved the feel of it, and the taste. If you like, you can take it in your mouth and suck it from him. Cos my pill doesn't work yet, it's what we usually do. I must have swallowed about a gallon of his cum so far." I giggled, suddenly conscious that it wasn't just his I'd swallowed.

I looked at Lacey, who was clearly considering my proposition.

"Go on," enthused Brenda, "I have. It's experience if nothing else."

Lacey nodded, still a little unsure, but ready to make the most of this situation.

Josh briefly explained how to stroke, how to stimulate the head, and how he would probably finish quickly with his harem on the floor at his feet. He also mentioned how he had recently discovered the joys of prostate stimulation, and how that made his orgasms more powerful, copious and intense.

He started to stroke, and Lacey copied the open-mouthed positions of Brenda and me.

It was quick. "Now!" Josh grunted, and the first string shot across Lacey's face, onto their hair and down across their forehead and nose, onto their lips. The second spurt was for Brenda - over her nose and into her mouth. I got the third glob - directly in my mouth, and gazed up at him smiling as I swallowed.

He returned to Lacey, offering his cock to their mouth. Lacey barely hesitated before opening their mouth, initially enclosing barely the small dribbling hole, but as Josh pushed forward, the entire head disappeared, semen dribbling down their chin. Lacey was clearly sucking, as their cheeks went from concave to convex several times.

Eventually, Josh pulled back, and Lacey seemed almost reluctant to let go, as the saliva coated cock head released with an audible 'plop'.

"Is it still in your mouth?" Brenda asked - unnecessarily, as their lips were tightly sealed, and they did not want to talk.

Lacey nodded, looking from Brenda to me to Josh, before gulping and smiling proudly.

"I thought that'd be really gross," they said, "but it wasn't. A bit slimy - and a little salty - but nothing like I thought."

I giggled. "There's more on your face if you want it." Lacey ran a finger round, shovelling the creamy drips into their mouth.

"Better warm than cold," they opined. We laughed. It was very true.

"They all taste different," I commented, "Josh's is nice, but every man I've tasted has been different. Same underlying taste, but slightly different flavour." I realised how odd it seemed, discussing ejaculate as though it was a restaurant meal, but what I was saying was true. I felt I should share another little secret with Lacey:

"Wait till you taste pussy. Mmm..."

Lacey fixed me with their rather powerful gaze.

"Could I... no. It's OK."

"D'you want to taste mine?" I asked, guessing at the question which Lacey had been reluctant to ask.

Lacey looked at Brenda. "Is that OK? And after... can I taste you?"

Brenda nodded and smiled invitingly.

Once more, I lay back and spread my legs. Lacey lowered their head and, tentatively at first, flicked their tongue across my labia. I spread my lips, exposing my clitoris - still wet from my earlier exertions. They licked, touching my clit, making me shiver with pleasure. Their faint touches became firmer, until they located my most sensitive parts and lapped thirstily.

They lifted their head and gazed at me - too soon for my private needs - and said: "Wow. You taste like nectar. I love it. If Brenda tastes like that, I'm gonna spend all day eating her."

They turned to my best friend, who lay back, legs wide, labia parted by her willing fingers. Lacey showed no reluctance this time, diving in and lapping at Brenda. They spent far longer with Brenda than with me, making her gasp and moan. I thought they would keep going until Brenda climaxed, but they withdrew, leaving her gasping and dripping.

"Mmm," sighed Lacey, "that's beautiful. Later, I'm going to do that so much more."

I think Brenda would have liked to taste Lacey, but there seemed to be a tacit agreement that this was enough for now. They were going to spend time together later, and that would be their chance to experiment together.

We sat around my room, comfortably naked, and chatted. I suppose this was what naturism is like. The only difference was that we were in control of who saw us, rather than my aunt and uncle, who simply didn't care.

Fifteen minutes before my mum was due home, we dressed and Brenda and Lacey prepared to leave. As we kissed goodbye, Lacey paused, clearly unsure about what they wanted to say.

"Thank you," they said, "most people don't accept me, and I've grown up hating my body, with all sorts of issues. But... you've made me feel good about myself. Thank you."

Josh and I smiled and started to brush the comment aside, but Lacey continued:

"Would you take photos of me? Brenda told me about the ones of her, and how she felt so much better afterwards. She's going to show me later. Could I try?"

Josh agreed readily, and I told Brenda she could show Lacey the pictures with Josh and I in as well. We sorted out a time in a couple of days for Lacey's shoot (which we agreed could include Brenda) and watched this fascinating couple depart, hand in hand.

The next couple of days were busy. Josh had shoots with Debbie's friends - two of the women wanted model portfolios - one of them was happy to strip completely and pose with various sex toys that she had brought with her, and a selection of rubber and leather fetish wear. She seemed intent on becoming a porn star. The other posed in lingerie and would not go any further.

The third woman wanted some 'boudoir' photos for her boyfriend, and posed beautifully in lingerie, topless and nude. The images were sexy and alluring - essentially romantic more than anything else, and very beautiful. Josh did a great job, and while she did not really have the 'model look', I'm sure her boyfriend would be delighted with the outcome.

More interesting was the young man, Brett, who came to us on the second afternoon. Debbie said he wanted photos for his boyfriend, but this was only part of the story.

Firstly, he was very attractive. He was tall, blonde with sparkling blue eyes, full lips and a ready smile. He was athletic, and worked out regularly - but not excessively. As a result, his muscles were well defined, but not excessive, and he sported a gently rippling six-pack. His bum was tight and very, very sexy.

Added to this was his wonderful personality, and as we chatted about the shoot, we veered off on many tangents, and got on exceptionally well. Both Josh and I really took to him.

"So," said Josh, getting down to business, "you want photos for your boyfriend."

Brett thought before replying. "Is that what Debs told you? I think she got the wrong idea. I don't have a boyfriend as such at the moment. I'm bisexual, and really don't want any committed relationship. What I really want is to expand my horizons.

"I've used one of those swinging websites for a while and it's been OK. I've met some good people, had some fun, but... well... I need a job as well. What I'm doing is setting up as an escort - not just take someone out for dinner, but offer... extras. Could be men, women - or both, I guess.

"I know what you're thinking. It's prostitution - and yes - I guess it is - but I'll make a fortune and meet experienced people who'll help me to try a few 'different' things. I only fuck them if I want to, and I'm really into older people.

"I'll be able to pay off debts, and help my family. There's a lot to it, but they desperately need help. My dad had an accident - he's disabled, and my mum looks after him. They live in shit conditions. They deserve better.

"My sister's in rehab, but that costs a fortune once you get beyond the time allowed by the NHS. She needs to get sorted, but once she's out, there are people who'll get her hooked again. She needs a fresh start, and I want to provide it.

"I don't like selling myself, but it makes plenty of cash quickly. I want enough to be comfortable and to provide for them. Then I'll stop."

Personally, I felt that he was, perhaps, being a little naïve, but his aims were commendable, and we were not going to judge or criticise.

"So," asked Josh, "what is it you really want?"

"I want something to sell me to the best people," replied Brett, "and that means those who want someone good looking - and I know I am - and who can see someone sexually open minded and willing to experiment. So. I want an 'adult' shoot. Nude and more. If Debbie was here, I'd ask her to join me - and if I knew a guy who was willing, I'd invite him too. Knowing Debs, she'd be up for a threesome.

"Sorry. She's your sister, and honestly, she'd want to go all the way, when I just want photos - handjobs, oral - no more. Still it's just me, so I'll go it alone."

Josh and I exchanged a look. I knew Josh had a rather latent bisexual side, but had never really acknowledged it.

"Just hands and oral?" Josh asked. "Perhaps... maybe Jen and I could help. I mean - we're not great models, but if that's all you want..."

"Speak for yourself," I chipped in, "I think I'm a pretty good model. And yes, we'd help. Who would see the photos?"

Once we were confident that he would share the images discreetly, that our faces could be obscured by pixelating them, we nodded our agreement. He went to get changed for his first set - evening wear - leaving us alone.

I stared at Josh.

"You're going with the gay stuff?" I asked, smiling broadly.

"Yeah. It'll help him out, and I could see you fancy him like mad. He doesn't want to fuck you, so why not? Another experiment - more for me this time. Anyway - you know the rule - If I wanted you to go with a woman, you'd do it - so why should I refuse if it's a guy?"

He had a point. I didn't mind. Why was it any different to me going with a woman? There's no logical reason why two men shouldn't be just as acceptable as two women - but for some reason, people judge it differently. Well - not me!

The shoot began conventionally. Brett wore a suit, looked very stylish and classy, slung his jacket over his shoulder, undid some shirt buttons, rolled up his sleeves, and generally went from classy and stylish to smouldering and sexy.

He changed into typical gym clothes - shorts and vest - and showed off his muscular build, seducing the camera with his eyes. He had a wonderful way of making his face seem gentle and smiling, while his eyes said 'fuck me'. I was utterly entranced.

I suppose the odd thing is that, while I found Brett incredibly sexy and was physically drawn to him, I would have said no if Josh wanted me to. It was purely a physical draw, despite his engaging personality. I loved Josh, and would have turned Brett down without a second thought.

Brett posed in a couple more outfits - casual, jeans and t-shirt, and then chinos with a colourful, buttoned shirt, making him look as if he was ready to sip cocktails, watching the sun set in the Caribbean.

Then he stopped and looked at us.

"Let's do the raunchy stuff," he said. He disappeared and when he next came in, he wore boxer shorts. I was surprised. I had expected a little thong or similar, showing off his manhood, but no.

He posed again, first standing, then lying down, showing his physique to great effect. Then he began to push his shorts down - one side, then the other, until a narrow strap appeared. This was the tiny item I had expected.

The shorts continued to come off, accompanied by confident smiles and sexy winks as he turned his back, showing his firm, muscled buttocks, and stripped to reveal tiny underwear, a string passing between his bum cheeks and a broader waistband than my thongs above.

Josh stopped. Clearly he had an idea, which he proposed seconds later:

"Before you go any further, how about some with Jen in lingerie? You can undress each other then."

He glanced at me, knowing I'd be fine with that. Brett remained facing away from us, and with a glance over his shoulder, agreed with the idea.

I didn't bother going to change in the bathroom, but went directly to my drawer, pulled out my sexiest bra and panties and proceeded to strip off. Once I was ready, I walked over to Brett and began to pose around him, holding his muscular torso as if I worshipped every inch of his body.

Then he turned to me, spinning me round and grabbing my breasts as I put my arms back behind his head, and threw my head back against him.

He ran his hands over my body, and I felt a significant bulge in my lower back, which I pushed against. I was surprised, as his body was further from me than I had expected, and the lump which I felt seemed more substantial than I was used to - but there again, my back was not very good at gauging dimensions.

My bra unfastened at the front, and he unclipped it skilfully, allowing time for Josh to take photos as he slowly parted the cups before revealing me.

He toyed with my bare breasts and nipples, before finally turning me to face him.

I began to worship his body again - this time dropping to my knees, brushing my lips against his pecs before dropping to his six-pack. That was when I saw it. The bulge in his underwear was not just substantial - it was huge. I simply had to see what he was hiding.

I began kissing along the top of the thong, licking as I ran my fingers inside the waistband, gradually moving it lower, exposing a clean-shaven pubis.

I began to reveal his penis - an inch - two - three - six - eight - ten - how long was this thing?

Finally, as his underwear was an inch or so above his knees, it finished. His cock was enormous - the sort of thing I only saw in porn movies when Brenda and I had searched 'giant cock' on one occasion. I needed to stop and just stare at this monster.

Its girth was in proportion to its length, which stopped it looking ridiculously thin, and it hung, almost a foot long, and barely stiff at this point. Josh's camera had gone silent too, and I knew he was staring at this wonder.

Brett broke the silence.

"Sometimes it's a blessing, others it's a curse. I know it'll get me a lot of interest, but I really don't want people to treat me as a freak. Plus some younger girls take one look and run, because they think they can't handle it. Guys too - I think they worry I'll split them in two. This has lost me more partners than it's gained.

"Then there's the ones who want me just for my dick. I hate that. They never talk - just want to see me as a kind of toy. I guess women with huge boobs have the same problem. I can't use a public shower, like after sport, not even go swimming without wearing loose shorts and five minutes binding the bloody thing up so it doesn't fall out."

I needed to stop staring, and try to treat this as I would treat any physical difference. I stared up at his face, directly into his azure eyes.

"It's certainly a... surprise," I stated, "but it's really beautiful. The shape, proportions and everything. I can see why people might be reluctant - and I'm relieved we're sticking at handjobs and oral - but I'm sure it satisfies - and isn't that most important?"

He smiled and nodded. "I guess so. But, do me a favour - just treat it like you would any other - handle it, make it hard, suck it and lick it as if you want me to cum. If I do, you'll see it's just like any other cock."

I decided to slip off my knickers before Josh began taking more photos, and took the leviathan in my hand - well - hands.

I worked on it as Josh had shown me, rubbing up and down the shaft, stimulating the round, purple head, spitting on it to make my hands run freely, twisting my wrists across the smooth skin.

I fondled his normally sized balls, reaching below and finding the crack of his bum.

He lay back on my bed and I felt him getting hard, his erection extending above his belly button. Then I admired my handiwork.

I looked at Josh. "Come and join us," I directed him.

He set the camera to take photos automatically, and stripped. I think he was a little embarrassed that his penis was only a little larger than normal, when compared to Brett's freak of nature, but he was still hard.

"Wow," breathed Brett, "I wish mine was like that. You've got the physique I dream about. You're a gorgeous couple. I feel rather honoured to have a chance like this. I thought you'd be a pain like Deb. I know she'd do anything to get in my pants - but you're such nice people."

Josh lay on the other side of Brett and with some trepidation, reached out and took hold of Brett's hard on. My hand joined his, and together we began to wank this giant.

The extra hand left my other hand free to explore down below, and as I did, Brett gasped and sighed.

I had almost forgotten my own needs, until I felt Brett slide his finger between my buttocks, reaching as far as possible to try to finger me. I moved up, desperate to feel his fingers on my clit and inside me. Glancing across, I noticed that he had already grasped Josh's cock and was gently stroking it.

Josh decided to move to my other side, so I was now the meat in the sandwich, spreading my legs, inviting the searching fingers to explore my female parts.

Josh rubbed my clit, while Brett inserted two fingers. On either side, a head dropped to my breast until I had a mouth on each nipple, nipping and sucking.

Both men were skilled. Brett began with one finger, then two, and knew exactly where to stimulate. Josh, of course, was well trained. Together, they brought me to a huge, squirting orgasm. As I finished thrashing and lay still, ready to relax, I felt my legs lifted and as the fingers on my clit disappeared, they were replaced by a darting, flickering tongue - Brett's.

Josh knelt by my head, placing his erect penis against my lips. I opened my mouth willingly, taking first the head, then forcing myself to take as much as possible. I felt it would be a good idea. I could hardly take the whole of Brett's, but I could manage a respectable amount.

Josh began to thrust in and out of my mouth, forcing me to take as much as possible, almost making me gag several times. Maybe he was on the same page as me, as he seemed more vigorous than on other occasions. Whatever. I was approaching orgasm again, thanks to Brett, and as I heaved and bucked, Josh withdrew, allowing me to cry out and moan as I wished.

As I calmed down, Brett looked up at me, his face covered in my juices.

"I think some one on one pics now? Then come together again for my money shot. Is that OK?"

That sounded fine to me, and Josh and I looked at one another, deciding who should go first. Brett decided for us.

"I think Josh first. Let's face it, Jen, you seem to have had most fun so far."

He was right, of course, so I took the camera, altered the settings and prepared myself.

The two men lay together, Brett's cock dwarfing Josh's above average offering. I could see Josh was unsure, so Brett took the lead. He grabbed Josh's penis, and began stroking him slowly.

Taking the photographs felt a bit odd. I was concentrating so much on doing a good job that I almost forgot that I was watching my boyfriend being jerked off by a man we had only just met. I also forgot to be turned on, which was really odd for me.