After much discussion and planning, the outline of a plan was formulated, although a lot would have to be ad-libbed. An army personnel carrier was secured. The idea was, in homage to the Czech porn, like Vlado Iresch produces, we would set off into the woods, where the action would take place. We were all in on it, Jake, Antoine, Aaron, Zane and myself. Whatever happened, I was going to be fucked by four of my besties.
We arrived at the studio, and the director and producer outlined the plan, then left before us to get in position to start filming. Dressed in fatigues and Doc Marten boots, we clambered into the back of the truck, and were driven through the woods, to a clearing, where cameramen were waiting. We jumped out of the back of the truck, stood in a line and pissed for the camera. As the streams dried up, we began kissing. Army caps came off and hands roamed inside the tops, which slowly did likewise. We get the ground, in a muddled heap, making out, rubbing dicks through the camos. Five cocks are then extracted from the fatigues. In a circle, now each receiving and giving oral. I try my best not to cum. The camera cuts while our trousers come off and we put the Doc Martens back on, so we are now in loose, khaki army boxers and boots, and we are smeared with mud for effect. We roll around some more, then Zane rips the back of my pants and rims me. The others still make out as Zane mounts me, fucking slowly for the sake of the film, then going faster and deeper, he doesn't cum yet. He is replaced by Jake, who puts me on all fours and takes me doggy. He plays to the cameras, pulling out, dribbling on himself and plowing back in. Ten minutes later, he too pulls out and I get to suck his cock. Aaron and Antoine take over, spit roasting me, swapping back and forth. The camera pans in to see Aaron's monster disappearing inside me. Again, they don't cum, yet. They change round, Zane and Jake form a threesome with me, then they lay side by side and I sit on each in turn, in a reverse cowboy. The other two join in, so I have to work my way along a line of four dicks, bouncing on each for a few seconds, before I move on to the next, up and down the line, my own dick bouncing on my belly. I finally shoot my load while Aaron is inside me. I'm laid on the ground and they all cum, one by one, over my face. Zane stands well back and fires from distance for effect. I use my torn boxers to clean myself up, we bundle back into the personnel carrier and drive off.
Back home, Zane took me to bed. He was still horny from the shoot. We kissed and cuddled, and somehow he managed to conjure my penis back into life. I wasn't sure whether my ass could take further intrusion, but after eating and slobbering on it, I was ready for him. He mounted me missionary, kissing me and barely moving. Gently, he increased the length of his strokes, until he was giving me every inch. I responded, pushing up, as if I wanted his whole body inside me. He turned me onto my side and entered me from behind. He knew this was my favoured position. He reached round and sought out my hardness, jerking it in time to his thrusting. He kept up the same, relentless pace, even when he came, filling my insides with his love juices. In response, two or three weak jets, dribbled onto my thigh. I turned my head until we could kiss, and then he cuddle me, with his limp dick still inside me. We fell asleep.
We woke and had a light dinner, then sat watching TV until it was time to turn in again. I fell asleep to the sounds of him gently snoring, his soft penis in my crack, and we slept till 9am. Nearly late for work, we had a quick shower to wake ourselves up, skipped breakfast, and headed into London. The other boys were already there. Apologies made, luckily, it was a day of photo shoots for GQ and Attitude magazines. Even though I've had all the boys inside me numerous times, I still got a buzz from seeing them naked. The morning shoot, for GQ, started with us in Pringle jumpers and Chino shorts. The jumpers and shorts came off, leaving us in matching vests and underwear. I chose a jock to show off my bubble butt, but Zane was even more daring, just putting his hands in front of himself. Back in the changing room, we had a group hug before getting dressed and heading to the pub for lunch.
The afternoon was for Attitude. We modelled in pairs and were allowed to kiss. I watched Antoine and Jake perform first. Being a gay magazine, it could be a little more raunchy. Antoine and Jake held hands and had a little peck as they showed off some swimwear. Zane and I took it a stage further, wearing a variety of boxers, briefs and jocks. When it came to the kiss, we had a full on snog and squeezed each other's nuts. We went back to the pub for dinner and to celebrate a successful day, and then on into Soho on the piss. We ended up in The Vault, watching the drag show. Aaron, being Aaron, decided he would like to do an impromptu striptease, so, with the management's approval, he took to the stage, Cheered on by the crowd, he performed the way he had when he first auditioned at the studio. Even though he didn't have the Velcro rip off clothes, he elegantly slipped out of his clothing. Even though I knew what was coming, his artistry was so erotic, I sprang a boner. Down to the skimpiest of briefs he happened to be wearing, he slowly revealed his bottom, then turned around and eased his underwear right off, standing on stage with a huge, raging hard on. He gave it a couple of tugs, before gathering his clothes and leaving the stage, to rapturous applause. The manager collared him and offered him a regular spot, but we were already contracted. Being late we hailed a taxi back to my place, all too pissed and tired for anymore sex, at least until morning.
