More true tales of what I got up to as a horny 18 year old in college. I managed to visit Mr. West a couple more times at his flat without arousing any suspicion. The sex was amazing and he was true to his word, carefully instructing me on how to give a blowjob, rimming, take the top and bottom position of a 69. He taught me about erogenous zones and how much pleasure a little pain could be, especially when applied to the nipples. He explained how he was stimulating my prostate with his finger whilst giving me blowjob, leading to those incredibly intense orgasms. He also started using a dildo in my arse as well as his finger, which he said would open me up because my hole was tight. Obviously I knew what anal was, and from the one (straight) porn film Mr. West owned had seen a willing arsehole take a sizeable cock, but although he was happy for me to use my tongue on him, one thing he did not allow was for me to penetrate him. As always when I am told I cannot do something it makes me want to break that rule all the more, and more and more I fantasied about fucking and being fucked anally. One of my favourite positions was to have that dildo being pounded into my arse as Mr West shot his load into my mouth, as I imagined it was the same sensation as being spit rotated between two dominant older men, but I was still hungry to try the real thing. The summer break rolled around and this meant we were able to meet during the day. The forth or fifth time I called it was a warm sunny day and he took me out into the country in his car, parking up to go walking through fields and woods. As always he had his camera and took a few pics of me just smiling and posing, before suggesting I took my shirt off, then with my jeans off and finally naked. We were off the footpath in the woods but I was conscious that someone might come along at any moment, but this fear was also a thrill, and I was already hard. He took a few more pics of me standing and sitting on a log, always looking at the camera, then told me to masturbate. The whole scenario was so surreal but I was glad to start getting some relief. Mr. West took a couple more shots then stood watching me, his hand inside his trousers rubbing his cock. As I got more into it he pulled his hand out, came over to me and unbuckled his trousers. In a rush he dropped them and pushed his very hard, very wet cock into my mouth. There was no gentle introduction, rather he held my head and fucked my mouth, pumping in and out so hard and fast that I was worried I would choke. In a very short space of time he began to grunt and a moment later he shot his cum into my mouth. He gasped and pushed hard, giving me a big load to swallow. One thing I always enjoyed from the first was cum. I loved the taste, the smell, the texture, the sensation of the spurt hitting my mouth, the way Mr. West liked so much that I swallowed and milked him for more and was happy to taste my own if he chose to share. As I was sucking the last of his seed I continued to wank and still had his semi hard cock in my mouth when I also shot my load, shooting a dollop of cum onto my stomach up to my chest! As the moment passed we remembered we were in a public place and quickly scrambled to clean up and get dressed before heading back to the car. On the drive back to his flat, the faint scent of my cum still smeared over my chest and stomach teasing and tempting me, it suddenly occurred to me to ask him what he did with all these pics. It might sound odd now but up until that point it had not crossed my mind, as it was just the thing that we did. He told me that he kept them all in a couple of albums which he liked to look through when I wasn’t with him. "Do you play with yourself as you look at them?" I asked, and he grinned and nodded. Once we got back to his place I asked if I could shower, and whilst I cleaned up he set about preparing some food. I came back into the living room in just my boxers and I asked if I could see the pics. He was a little hesitant at first, which I thought was odd, but did eventually open up his desk drawer and take a small album out. There was just one image per page and we sat on the sofa together, looking at the pics as I tuned the pages. He commented on how good I looked, reminded me what we were doing when some were taken and which were his favourites. Hearing him comment on how hot my body, cock or arse looked was a turn on, and soon we were in bed, both of us naked sucking, kissing, licking furiously. Afterwards, as we lay in bed, I asked where the other pics were. I knew that there were some we had taken which were not in this album, and he had said he had albums. At this he stiffened noticeably and went quiet. After a pause he said he had something to explain to me. He told me he had some friends who he was very close to. They shared a love of younger men and all took pics as keepsakes which they shared around. I was processing this and blurted out something like "Oh wow, that's so cool". He gave me a look and asked "Don't you mind knowing that we are talking about you... and looking at your pictures?" I didn’t have to think too hard because as soon as I heard about all this I was thrilled and excited. Over the subsequent years I have come to realise that I am an exhibitionist and very much enjoy being watched during sex, but at the time I just loved the image I had of a stranger wanking off looking at pics of me. He was so relieved to hear this and began to enjoy telling me more about this group. He had been a regular at a gay pub, and got friendly with the couple who ran it. They were in their 40s like Mr. West and like him preferred younger men. Through this shared interest they got to know each other and from there a friendship developed. The couple regularly played with other young men both as a couple and separately, and liked to take lots of pics. They had a circle of like-minded friends who they shared their pics with and Mr. West was introduced into this group. He had of course passed around some of our pics, so I asked him what they thought of me. Apparently I had caused quite a stir and he had had lots of compliments back and requests for more pics and even introductions! The couple from the pub were especially keen and had his other album at the moment. as he told me that they were infatuated! They had begged to be allowed to keep some of them to add to their collection This all sounded incredible, unlikely and very, very sexy. I had of course fantasised about sex with strangers, multiple partners and orgies, but now I was finding out that this sort of thing did go on and that somewhere out there, right now a couple of men might be looking at pics of me and wanking off. At this point he asked me if I would be interested in meeting them and watching some gay porn? “My friends have some imported films which are very strong, but we would have to go to their flat to watch it?” The answer was a very firm Yes. He was obviously pleased with my response and gave me a big kiss and hug, promising to give them a call to arrange a date as soon as possible. Just as I was leaving he stopped me and went into the bedroom, coming back with a velvet bag and a tube of lube. Inside was a new, thicker black dildo. As he popped both into a carrier bag he told me “I think you are ready, but use this every day now to make sure you will be comfortable, and make sure you find somewhere very safe to hide it”. On the bus ride home I was willing the driver to go faster so that I could get home and start playing with my new toy, and wondering just what I was having to prepare for. Whatever it was, I just hoped I didn’t have to wait too long