More memories of my time as a young man on the gay swinging scene. I never planned on writing down every encounter I had during this period, as some were disappointing or forgettable, whilst many more were just good old fashion vanilla fucking: good fun at the time but repetitive in the retelling. Instead I have tried to remember the more unusual and memorable moments like this! I was 18 and, after entering into a relationship with one of my lecturers at college, had been introduced to his group of gay older swingers who liked younger men. Most of the activity was parties at various houses where the focus was on the older men hooking up with us for sex 1on1 or in groups. Inevitably I got to know some of the regulars and often agreed to meet them at their homes. My lecturer Mr. West actively encouraged me to experiment like this and always got hugely horny when I told him what happened afterwards. At a couple of parties one guy called Alan brought along a posh camera and took snaps. To preserve their anonymity (a lot of them were in the entertainment industry and a few were familiar faces) most of the men either refused to be photographed or wore masks. I had nothing to worry about and, being a natural show-off never had a problem with him snapping pics of me in all sorts of positions and situations! After one party Alan asked if I wanted to come and pose for him at his house, and slipped me his phone number. When I called him I found out that he wanted to take pics of me and another guy my age. Now my thing was always older men, but I had played around with one or two lads at parties for the entertainment of the group, so said OK. A week or so later I arrived at a very nice old house in a village on the outskirts of Nottingham. Alan welcomed me in and led me through to what would once have been a garage. It had been converted into a photography studio though and to my untrained eye seemed impressively professional. There were lamps, reflectors, a couple of cameras mounted on tripods and several more laid out on a bench. The focus of the room was a white sheeted area at one end, on which was a sofa draped with throws and an oddly shaped seat that I later found out was called a sex bed. I had fooled around with Alan a few times at parties but, as he chatted and made a cup of tea, and I was able to check him out or the first time. He was I would guess around 50, grey hair worn quite long. Clean shaven but with a bit of silver stubble, he was not a muscled athlete but was slim and clearly looked after himself. At this point the door bell rang and Alan went off to answer it, returning with two more guests. One was a man in his 40's who I would nowadays call a bear. He looked like he could be a biker but when he spoke turned out to be quite well spoken. His companion was almost a total contrast; a short, slim young guy about my age. When he spoke he had quite a soft voice and a broad Nottingham accent. The former was introduced as Simon and the young guy was Paul. Alan was eager to get to work and he began to turn on lights Simon suggested we both strip down to our undies. I was happy to oblige and was almost naked in seconds, with just the tight white boxers I had been asked to wear constraining my already semi hard cock. Paul finished stripping to reveal he was wearing the same and also sported an interesting bulge stretching the material. Simon went and sat on a chair behind the camera as Alan began directing us. First he had us lying on the sofa together in several positions, with arms and legs intertwined or wrapped around each other. This was in the days before digital cameras so he took his time posing us before taking a snap. I was enjoying the attention and the warmth of Paul's slim but firm body pressed against mine. As we were getting into our poses our cocks were rubbing against the others bare skin through our boxers, and both of us were now fully hard and engorged. Thankfully Alan now aske us to kiss, and I tasted Paul's lips for the first time. After a moment or two of just lips our mouths opened and we naturally started kissing in earnest. Alan had gone silent as my tongue pushed its way into Paul's willing mouth, and he began to kiss me back with as much passion. Our arms were round each other and I was so turned on by the taste and feel of him that I almost forgot the added pleasure of this all being watched by strangers. Eventually though Alan instructed us to part and for me to lie back on the sofa. Paul knelt between my thighs and kissed down my body until he reached the straining waistband of my boxers. He pulled them down a little to expose just the tip of my by now throbbing prick and, under Alan's guidance, use the tip of his tongue to tease the hot flesh, all the while looking into the lens. After this he pulled my boxers all the way down, letting my cock free to spring into view. Again under Alan's guidance he grasped the shaft and pulled my foreskin back before wanking me for a few strokes. I was in ecstasy, panting and moaning as he played with me, and yelping out loud as he finally lowered his head and took me into his mouth. His lips were firmly clamped around my shaft as he worked them from the tip down to the base and back again. I could feel him giving muffled groan of pleasure as he sucked on my prick, and was not sure if he was even listening to Alan. I could not have cared less though because he was very, very good at this and too soon I realised that I was in danger of cumming. I managed to let Alan know and he ordered Paul to stop and change positions. This time he wanted me kneeling on the floor and Paul naked with his legs spread wide. As I stepped out of my boxers his were discarded as well and a good sized cock popped into view. Clearly Paul was as turned on as me because he was rock hard and his foreskin was wet with his juices. Alan took a handheld camera and knelt at the side of us to get some close up action. He had Paul hook his hands behind his legs to spread as wide as possible, then told me to open his arse cheeks as wide as possible to expose his hole. I didn't hesitate to do this, and was just as willing to stick my tongue out to give his cute little rosebud hole a tickling lick. At Alan's insistence I pushed more and more until I was able to get the tip of my tongue into his hole. Paul was moaning and gasping at this penetration and Alan was also getting a bit flushed and breathless, as he muttered encouragement under his breath. Paul finally had to let go of his legs and as he stretched out his now very hard and hot cock almost slapped me in the face. I didn't need to be told to grasp it and, after pulling the foreskin back, greedily licked all around that throbbing helmet before swallowing him down. He tasted deliciously of musky saltiness and I quickly built up a rhythm as my head bobbed up and down. As we got faster Alan realised Paul was about to cum and pulled my head back by my hair just as the first spurt shot out in a long, white ribbon. The cum hit my on the nose and splashed down my mouth over my chin. Before I could react a second spurt shot out and this time hit me on the lips. Alan quickly told me not to move or do anything, before letting go of my hair and grabbing his camera. He snapped a couple of shot of my spunk covered face, then told me to lick my lips very slowly. As I did he took more pics, telling me to I scrape the cum from my face and lick that down as well, before taking Paul's still hard cock in my mouth and milking him dry. I was so horny now my hardon was almost painful, and I was thrilled therefore when Paul was pulled up and pushed onto the oddly shaped couch face down, with his stomach over the hump and legs hanging either side. I realised that this placed him in the perfect position to be fucked and was not surprised therefore when Alan pulled out some lube and smeared it into Paul's hole with a couple of fingers. I heard Paul grunt a little when he was first penetrated but he seemed to take the fingers easily. Alan withdrew and, after smearing more lube over my engorged cock (to my pleasure he took a little longer than needed) before telling me to fuck Paul. First I had to position my cock at his hole for a pic, than penetrate him a little at a time as Alan snapped pics. Paul was not tight as I pushed into him, but once he knew he had me fully inside him he squeezed me hard. At Alan's command I started to work him slowly, pulling almost all the way out before sliding gradually back in until I was buried deep. I did this a few times as Alan snapped away before I started to increase my speed. Given how turned on I was it was no surprise that I only lasted a minute or two before I felt the rush and managed to blurt out "I'm cumming" Alan told me to pull out and shoot my load over Pauls arse and back, and I responded by firing a couple of thick white loads onto his pale skin. After this I assumed we were done and flopped back, sweating and panting as Paul lay on the couch doing the same. I was catching my breath as Alan placed his camera on the table. As he walked back undid his belt and flies and pulled out his circumcised cock. Judging by how hard and red his prick was right now he was clearly horny as fuck and in a moment he was behind Paul, rubbing his swollen member in my cum on Paul's arse and back. Once he had covered himself thoroughly he took position behind Paul and pushed his cock in. There was no easing his way in and Paul let out a cry, but almost immediately followed it with a moan of pleasure, which continued as Alan started to fuck him. I was enjoying watching this play out and had forgotten Simon, but was reminded when a hand on my head turned me around to be confronted by a really delicious mushroom headed monster about an inch from my face. I hardly had time to react before he pushed this beauty into my mouth and started to fuck my face. He was turned on and in no mood for niceties, but that was just how I loved it. Off to my side I could hear the rhythmic thrusting and creaking of Paul being pounded, and as Simon started to thrust faster heard Alan let out an "oh fuck..." as he presumably dumped his load into Paul. Simon was looking over at them and in doing so let go of my head, allowing me to take control. I relished the chance and matched his previous speed, sucking hard and pressing my tongue against his glans. He was getting ready to cum and a few moments later I felt his cock pulse before filling my mouth with salty delicious cum. My head was swimming as I swallowed his seed down, and I felt even better when he managed to pump a second and then third load for me to swallow. Only once he started to soften did he pull his cock out of my mouth, and now I really did slump back, exhausted. I licked my lips and found that there was still more cum on my lips and chin, so took the opportunity to scoop them up with my finger and swallow as Simon watched intently. It was clear that we were done for the day, as Alan gathered up our clothes and offered to call for a taxi for me. On hearing that Simon asked if I was going to go back into the city and offered me a lift. I had been planning to go back to Mr. West's flat to regale him with the days efforts and so accepted the offer. As we were leaving Alan gave me a kiss on the cheek and pressed £20 into my hand as a thank you. I had never been paid for sex before and thought it felt quite seedy, but that in turn also felt quite thrilling. I had had a fun time, was now £20 better off and had a great tale to tell Mr West later that night in bed!