My mate John and I were going through a lean time with women and we were sitting in the pub with him bemoaning about it over a couple of pints of beer. I was living in a hetrosexual world and he had no idea about the other side of my life as a bisexual male. We both had our own houses and currently no one to share them with. But we agreed there was no point in moaning about it and we should just get on with our lives.

Which is what we did until the day, again in the pub, John said he wanted to turn his spare bedroom into a darkroom and develop his own photographs. This was in the pre digital days and needed a lot of preparation to achieve anything like a room suitable for this purpose. Firstly he needed a bench that was high enough to work at standing up to house the enlarger and the developer chemicals and that was sturdy enough so that it wouldn’t shake, when touched, and ruin the photograph. Secondly the room needed to be completely light proof and as it had a window it was going to take some thinking about.

John had seen such plans in one of his photography magazines and asked if I would help him with the building of the bench. With plans l felt we could do it, so I agreed. Over the next few weeks the plans were got and the wood and bolts and top were bought. John had also bought an enlarger and equipment from a charity shop and would be ready to go once we’d done the room. The following Saturday was agreed and between us we managed to cobble enough tools to do the job.

The build, when we did it, had its ups and its downs. Our first task was to measure and adapt the plans to fit in the alcove of the room. That done, we continued using the old maxim of measure twice cut once although we often measured more than twice and discussed in detail before committing ourselves to the next step and by late afternoon we had completed the task including the blackout screen over the window. The non builders had achieved their objective, a little sweaty perhaps and with one or two glimpses of a builders bum ( John had no idea l had been sexually active with other men) which I rather enjoyed.

Time for a beer and a bath.

What l haven’t said is that John had quite a big bathroom with a large corner bath in it. I, on the other hand, had a tiny bathroom with only a shower cubicle. It was perfectly adequate for my needs but every now and again l fancied a soak in a bath. The deal for helping John was to use his bath afterwards and have a good soak. The tub itself was oval shaped and quite wide with what looked like a seat in the corner. It could also be used as a table if you wanted a more leisurely soak to hold your toiletries or even a bottle of wine and glasses if you had a mind to. I had a mind to have a pint glass of beer on it whilst having a de-stressing half hour luxuriating in the tub.

‘Would sir like me to run your bath?’ Asked John.

‘That would be very welcome my man.’ I Replied.

Our following conversation was conducted along the lines of Jeeves and Wooster and to be fair Jeeves did run the bath with lots of bubble bath in it so by the time it was filled there was a great deal of foam sitting on top of the very inviting and lovely hot water. Jeeves asked whether sir would like anything else and sir replied that another beer would hit the spot.

As John went to get me another beer from the fridge l stripped off to get in the bath and as l was entering the hot water gently to allow my body to get used to the temperature in walked John with my beer and he probably couldn’t help but see how little pubic hair l had. Fully immersing myself in the water l looked at John to check a reaction but there wasn’t one that I could discern. He handed me the beer and l noticed he was carrying another one for himself.

John began matter of factly talking about the dark room we had built and the photographs he wanted to take. I flippantly suggested that we get a lady who doesn’t mind baring all and exploring a few rolls of film on her. We both smiled and agreed it would be wonderful but unlikely to happen. The lull in the conversation immediately after that comment created an atmosphere of sexual tension while we both considered the idea of pornographic photography.

By this time John no longer stood there in front of me but had perched himself on the side of the bath while the conversation continued. We discussed the favourite pose that we would like to take. John’s was far more artistic than mine. He wanted to take a photo of the model sitting naked on a wicker chair like Emmanuelle in the film while I went straight for the bend over option that showed a naked bottom above a pussy.

This only added to the sexual tension as we contemplated the prospect of what we could do with the darkroom. Meanwhile John was not looking like he was going to vacate the bathroom and allow me to soak in this swimming pool size tub.

When I asked him what he was waiting for he jokingly replied that he was hoping to get a bath sometime this year. I, equally jokingly, said that if he was in so much of a hurry then he should strip off and get in as there is plenty of room for two.

I’m now wondering if l’d gone too far and backtracked by saying that if he was concerned he could put on a swimming costume. He hesitated and I could see he was deciding whether to do it or not. I assured him that no one will ever hear about this and it will be strictly between ourselves. John's hands went to the bottom of his T shirt and again he hesitated saying that he often gets a lazy erection and that he might now.

Now I’m really interested and reassured him that sometimes I do (yes, only if there is cock or pussy available). This time the T shirt came off and I’m starting to get an erection but fortunately for me the bubbles from the bubble bath were hiding it. The jeans were next to come off and low and behold there was something sticking out of his boxer shorts. I’m starting to get really hard now. More reassurance that it was okay was sought and very keenly given by me and the boxers were removed. Yes indeed, there were unmistakable signs of an erection as he quickly got into the bath opposite me.

I don’t know about John but my flag pole was at full mast now when I felt his body next to mine. It went very quiet, conversation wise, for a couple of minutes while we both adjusted to this new situation. To ease it l raised my glass of beer and said cheers and fortunately John did the same. Putting my beer down on the shelf part of the bath l brought my hand back to myself but over John’s thigh area and brushed past a very erect cock. He, of course, was very embarrassed and apologised profusely while I just smiled and told him I was the same. To prove it l took his hand and guided it over my thigh and there was no mistake l was exactly the same. He smiled and we quickly agreed that what happened in the bathroom stayed in the bathroom. That was permission enough for me and I went to John’s thigh and held his cock in my hand. He reciprocated by doing the same to me and there we were, mutually masturbating each other whilst soaking in the tub.

My hands then began exploring his body as far as they would reach. When they began to caress the outside of his thigh he started to raise his hips so I could reach around and feel his bottom. I’m now getting the feeling that John is no novice to this aspect of life. He’s been here before! So I quickly told him a little of my past and asked whether he had ‘done things ‘ and he too confessed some man to man sexual encounters.

For me, the gloves were off and I reached out and gently stroked his nipples. The effect was almost immediate. His eyes closed and he arched his back so that his cock was sticking out of the water and looking for all the world like it needed to be licked and sucked. I got him to sit on the bath ledge and teased his prick with my tongue before enveloping it in my mouth. After a little while he took my head in his hands and proceeded to fuck my mouth gently at first but quickly upped the pace and I thought he was going to cum very soon.

I wanted more playtime so took my mouth from around his cock and wanked it slowly watching his face as he came down from the point of no return and realising that it was his turn to take my cock in his mouth. We swopped places and it was me who got to feel the warmth from his mouth envelop my cock and it was lovely. I felt waves of pleasure going through me and it was me who had to stop myself from cumming this time.

We were getting carried away with the sexual familiarity we had discovered because I suggested that we take some photos of us naked and in the bathroom and they will be the first to be developed and printed in the new darkroom. John had some reservations but we both agreed that there were to be no faces in the photos so he quickly got out of the water, patted himself dry and left the bathroom naked and with his cock erect and bouncing very enticingly.

He quickly returned with his camera and tripod and a roll of black and white film, his cock, still erect and bouncing. The excitement of what we were going to do had clearly aroused him more and as I watched him setting things up l was alternating between stroking my nipples and my even more rock hard cock.

Once set up John informed me that his camera had a built in timer and that we could be in a shot together. More excitement. Our first shot was of our bums cheek to cheek then our cocks pointing at each other and another with us holding each others cocks. One also was of my cock pointing to John’s bum. The rest were just posed at the camera in the most sexual way we knew. The whole photo shoot was littered with the technical aspect of it and our erections sometimes slipped but were quickly revived by a little mouth to cock resuscitation, a more than pleasant interlude to the proceedings.

The photo shoot in the can, it was time to ensure we both had happy endings. Whilst it would be good to finish off inside each other we had no lubricant and besides we were not familiar with each other enough to go that far. So l resolved to take John in my mouth again and drain every drop he had to give. My mouth clamped around his cock andl began to suck and lick and slurp like there was no tomorrow. I could sense that he was about to cum as he tried to withdraw to avoid cumming in my mouth.

That was not my intention and I grabbed his bum cheeks and refused to let him go. Judging by the gasps coming from his mouth l was about to get his load any second. It wasn’t me who was doing the milking now but John pumping his cock into my mouth and letting forth a loud moan as he came. There was no way l was going to waste any of John’s happy ending as l eagerly drained every drop down my throat, licked him clean and withdrew. Standing up with my cock in front of his face l began to wank away and had intended to cum in front of his eyes and hoping one or two spurts would land on his face. But when I did let fly he opened his mouth, took the spurts on his tongue, and swallowed them greedily. John clearly had far more experience in matters related to man sex than I thought and I resolved to find out more in the future.

Coming down from our sexual and alcohol high l wondered what our relationship was going to be like now. I smiled at John and he smiled back. Clearly we had just added another dimension to our friendship. As we dressed we decided on a day to develop and print our roll of film. Both of us wondering what the finished prints would look like.

The following Wednesday l went round to John’s house to develop our raunchy pictures. They developed well but the proof of the pudding was what the negatives looked like when placed in the enlarger. They needed a bit of cropping but otherwise they weren’t too bad and as we looked at them the feelings of the previous Saturday came back and I ran my hand over John’s rear end and was immediately met by his bum pushing back.

As John was being technical with the equipment l was being technical with his clothes and before long he was naked with my mouth once again wrapped around his cock, sucking away, while he was trying to get the exposure timings right. It wasn’t long before he had me naked too when the enlarger wasn’t being used. We both entered the darkroom fully clothed and left it naked, clutching our orgy pictures, and heading straight to the bedroom.

I’m now lay on my back with my legs apart and John is kneeling between them holding both our cocks together and wanking us both off. He then leaned forward and gave my cock a good sucking before eventually paying some attention to his own and leaving me to play with my own. We are now rubbing our cocks furiously in what appeared to be a race to cream first. I believe l won but only just as spurts of cum scattered across my groin area and John collapsing on top of me mixing it together, and if we left it too long, very sticky. I didn’t want to wash it off but just gave it a quick wipe with a tissue and allowed the rest to dry. I wanted to smell both our cummings until I had a shower the following morning.

I walked home that evening clutching my explicit photos and smelling of cum and sex.

Fabulous!