True to his word, the following weekend found me at Colin's. He wanted me to film him for OnlyFans. We went to his bedroom and I got ready with my camera. I'd seen Colin naked loads of times, and we'd fucked each other, so filming him strip shouldn't be a problem. He lay on his bed, in army fatigues, kissing and pouting. His cap came off. Lying on the bed, he gyrated his hips, thrusting up as if fucking an imaginary person. His jacket came off, he had a net singlet on. He rubbed his nipples and sniffed his armpits, that he'd shaved. The vest came off and he toyed with his nipples, making them aroused, as was I by now. He turned over and poked his bum toward me, running a finger along his crack. Turning back to face me, he unbuckled and slid his belt slowly through the loops. One by one, he undid the fly buttons. He turned again and slid the trousers over his bum, revealing red Addicted backless briefs. The fatigues fell to his knees. I was seriously hard, zooming into his shaved, pink rosebud. How I'd loved to have put my tongue there. He lay on his back, rubbing his penis through the material until the tip burst through the waistband. Over again, he licked a finger, ran it several times round his bud, then groaned as it went in. He finger fucked himself, then took it out, licked his fingers again and inserted two, then three fingers into his hole. After ass playing, he took his finger out, and made his hole open and close, as if inviting me in. Taking a vibrator, he licked it, and pushed it gently in and twisted the end to make it whirl, and began pumping. After a bit, he pulled it out, licked it, and pushed it back in. I had my cock out. He did it several times, then left it inside while he turned over. There was a large damp patch on the front of the briefs. Tantilisingly, he eased them over his engorged member, put his legs in the air, and threw his pants towards me. Taking his cap, he covered his cock again, masturbating under it. He stuffed a pillow under his hips, so that I could see his ass and, cock and balls. He threw the cap away and began stroking, pearls of precum leaking from him. He was in no hurry to cum, stopping every now and then to play with the vibrator. He knelt up, tweaking his nipples again and jerking a little faster, then onto his knees and fucking himself with the plastic phallus. Onto his back again, I positioned the camera looking down from his chest to his pole. He beat faster and faster. Cum shot out of him, some of it hitting the lens. Jets splattered everywhere. As it slowed, he scooped dollops up and fed it to himself, then rubbed what was left into his body, making it shine. He smiled and blew a kiss for the camera. I couldn't resist, with my knees either side of his head, I tossed a huge load over him, then licked it up and gave him a cummy kiss.
As he did with me, I went around the following evening to see the finished article uploaded onto his laptop. It had turned out far better than my attempt, something I looked forward to remedying. We lay together on his bed, watching the action. It came to a climax, we turned to each other with lust in our eyes. "I need to fuck you so bad", he said, "Let's do it as if on camera". We kissed and cuddled for ages, slowly disrobing one another. With us naked, we spent a lot of time giving each other head, then into a sixty nine. His tongue worked it's way up my crack to my hole. We turned around, I knelt on my knees and elbows while he rimmed me for what seemed like an eternity. I was gagging for it by the time I felt his tip ease into me. "I'm gonna fuck you forever", and began long, slow strokes, pulling right out and teasing me, before plowing back in. I begged him to go faster, but he was having none of it. He turned me over, put my leg on his shoulder, and carried on, then bent me double with my feet either side of my head and his hands alongside. Onto our sides, and he sped up. My ring was getting sore by the time his juices flooded into me. I had already cum unaided. I think I'm falling in love, or at least in lust.
