The photo opportunity

As Jono masturbated Matt, I became aware of the smell that was developing in the room. A bit sweaty - the four of us guys were obviously getting pretty hot because of what was going on - but also the sharp, though as yet still subtle, smell of our cocks. Maybe it's the smell of precum - I don't know enough about guys' dicks to know exactly - but the air in the hot room was definitely developing a masculine, sexual smell.

Jono left Matt's cock alone and his gaze returned to mine, now pressing painfully against the material of my white briefs and probably making a damp patch on them. He stood up and leant across Matt to free my cock from its confines. His touch was gentle and I involuntarily shivered as his hand touched the sensitive head of my hard cock. He looked towards my face, probably suspecting I was waking up, so I closed my eyes for a few seconds and tried to make my breathing slower.

When I felt him starting to masturbate me I opened one eye slightly again. He was looking at my cock as closely as he had Wreg's and Matt's. Kind of sniffing it and examining it in detail. His hand was exquisitely gentle as he slowly rolled my foreskin up and down the stem of my eight inch cock. His fingers squeezed, but only very slightly, and his thumb moved up to my bell end to rub my precum around my piss slit. It felt amazing and I was, by now, getting extremely turned on by the strangeness of this situation. I wanted him to speed up to make me orgasm and I struggled to control my urge to grab my cock and masturbate it quickly. The idea of me doing that and having him watch me up close was appealing but at the same time I wanted to continue my pretence of being asleep so that I could see what he would do next.

Jono left my cock alone and stood up. I saw the outline of his hard cock pressing up diagonally towards the waistband of his boxer briefs. He gave it a couple of rubs through his underwear, but didn't take it out completely, then he crept around the bed again to the side on which Wreg was sleeping. My face was turned away from Wreg but, from the rhythm of the mattress, I could tell that he was masturbating Wreg's cock back to full erection.

Then he walked back to the foot of the bed and I heard his camera clicking and whirring as he took several photos of the three of us. It must have looked pretty hot - the three of us guys lying side by side with our large cocks and hairy balls poking out from our briefs. All of us asleep - well, two of us asleep and one pretending!

By now it was clear that this was no joke. Jono was taking photos of us so he could look at them afterwards. Or maybe, since he'd always seemed to be straight and had had several girlfriends in the time I'd known him, he was taking the photos so that he could sell them. Whatever the reason, and while I was enjoying the unexpected attention, I made a mental note to get into his suitcase and destroy the films at some point during our holiday.

I heard the bathroom door creak slightly and realised he'd gone back in there, probably to put a new film in his camera. I took the opportunity to look around. Wreg was to the right of me, his dick throbbing and dribbling above his tight stomach, and Matt was on my left, his cock more curved than Wreg's and bending to the left slightly to point up towards his left nipple. My erection, also curving, looked pretty hot - longer than Matt's but about an inch shorter than Wreg's. My bell end was thicker and more well-defined than Matt's and my balls looked larger than Wreg's. The three of us had very different cocks and balls - I guess that's what must have interested Jono so much. I contemplated jacking my cock for a few seconds while Jono was out of the room; I desperately wanted to give it a tight squeeze and have a few quick pulls. But I thought it ironically probable that Matt or Wreg would wake up and assume I had engineered this situation and make a big deal about it throughout the rest of the holiday. So I just lay there, as still as I could.

Just before Jono came back into the room, Matt groaned again and rolled onto his side towards me. One of his arms, which was quite thickly covered in dark hair, flopped over my chest and he held onto me murmuring in his sleep. His hard cock pressed into the skin above my left hip, and I could feel the stickiness of his bell end as it pushed against me.

Then Jono returned and, seeing Matt hugging me as if I was his girlfriend, immediately started snapping photos. I saw, through the thin slit of my eyelids, his left hand return to the front of his boxer briefs and, still operating the camera with his other hand, he rubbed the thick stick of his hard cock which was clearly visible inside them.

Matt murmured again and I felt the warmth of his breath on my shoulder. Then he moved closer to me and held me more tightly with his arm. It felt a bit weird to be lying like that with another guy clinging onto me. It was a new sensation and not altogether pleasant.

I felt his mouth against my shoulder and it felt wet, like he was dribbling. He groaned in his sleep and ground his cock into my hip. I heard another click and whir from Jono's camera.

With my eyes closed, I sighed and rolled onto my side so that I faced away from Matt. I thought that my turning away from him would make him leave me alone, but instead he clung on tightly. Now he was behind me and I could feel his chest pressing against my back. My main sensation, though, was of his hard cock pressing into my bottom. It's head was pushing almost painfully into my left cheek, rubbing up against the material of my briefs.

Matt muttered something in his sleep - he was obviously having a pretty hot dream about a girl he knew - and I felt his breath on the back of my neck. He held me tightly and continued pressing his cock into my bum.

I heard Jono move forward and wondered what he was doing. I felt his hands on the waistband at the back of my briefs and he gently pulled them down. He must have pulled Matt's cock away as he pulled them down because when he'd exposed my entire arse, Matt's cock returned to press itself into me again. Matt muttered again and pushed forwards. I felt his cock moving as Jono repositioned it so that it pressed into my butt crack.

I thought, "Oh shit. He wants some photos of us looking like we're buttfucking." Then, "I really need to destroy those films."

Matt's cock pushed its way between my cheeks. Since my cleft - unlike the rest of my arse - is a bit hairy, I felt the painful sensation of it pulling some of the hairs out. The head of his cock was about an inch above my arse hole and so I wasn't too worried that it would slip inside me. I couldn't help thinking how good the two of us must look in this position. Matt, asleep, pushing his cock into his mate's arse and dreaming about fucking a girl. And me, supposedly so deeply asleep that I was just taking it.

My cock had gone a bit soft because of the surprise of feeling Matt hold me, but now we were in this position and I could feel his hard dick pressing into my arse, I started to feel myself getting stiffer.

I heard Jono go back into the bathroom. I thought, "Jeez, that film didn't last long." I opened my eyes. Wreg was in front of me, still lying on his back. His face was turned towards me, his eyes closed. His cock was still hard and looked even larger than it had earlier. It was literally throbbing: clearly, like Matt, he was having a good dream.

I heard Jono coming out of the bathroom so I returned my head to the pillow and closed my eyes. I felt Matt's cock pushing into my bum. There was a barely discernible rhythm, like he was unconsciously using my butt cheeks to wank himself.

Jono walked over to us and I felt something cold on the cheeks of my arse. I thought, "What the fuck is he doing now?" It felt like shampoo or something. Cold and glutinous. I realised he was smearing it onto Matt's cock. I understood what his purpose was and wondered whether to pretend to wake up.

I felt Jono's finger, slick with whatever he was using to lubricate us, pushing between my cheeks. Then rubbing the stuff around my hole. First he was a couple of centimetres too low, but he worked his way up until he found my opening. His finger entered me a little and I was unable to resist gasping. He stopped, clearly worried that I might be waking up, and, after a few seconds, slowly returned his finger to my hole and seemed to try to be more gentle.

After that, Jono pushed Matt's cock downwards inside my cleft. He did it slowly so I could feel Matt homing in on my most sensitive spot. I wondered whether to stop him doing this. It was now or never. I chose never.

When the head of Matt's cock reached my hole, about an inch of it slid inside. His arm held me tightly and he pushed a little more of himself into me. It felt quite painful, like I desperately needed to take a crap. I felt I had to bend further forward to open my arse a little more. To give him better access.