I was fifty-five and my friend, Greg, was 60.
I e-mailed him one day to ask if he'd be interested in taking some nude photos of me. When he asked why, I said there were a few women with whom I chatted on-line who wanted some pics of me since they had shared some of themselves.
So Greg said, sure, he wouldn't mind.
We'd known each other for over thirty years, shared a lot of private information about each other, and we'd even sent a few more "personal"pics to each other during the last year or so. So, he certainly wouldn't mind taking pictures of me. He liked doing photography.
I headed over to his place, and we had a couple of drinks, and chatted about what was going on in our lives at the time. Finally, Greg asked if we were ever going to take any pictures.
I nodded.
Quite frankly, I'd never been naked in front of a guy before, and Greg had never seen a guy naked before--at least, not in the way I was about to do.
So, we started by having me undress, a piece of clothing at a time. I took off my shirt, and he took a few shots like that; then my pants, and a few more shots. Eventually, my briefs came off and I posed naked for several pictures--standing up, sitting down, lying on his bed, and so on.
"You know," I said after awhile, "some of the women would like to see me doing some more x-rated stuff."
Greg smiled. "Why doesn't that surprise me?" he said. "Okay, go for it."
"You sure?" I asked.
"Hey, I've got no problem with it if you don't."
"Okay."
"Wait a minute..." And with that, he left the room for a minute and then returned with a video camera.
"You want to shoot a video of me...?"
"Why not. Might even show it to Cherise [his girlfriend]."
"You're kidding."
"Nope. I think she'd get off on watching you jack off."
I shook my head with a little disbelief, then shrugged. "Whatever."
"Okay, any time you're ready."
And, with that, he aimed the camera at me.
For the first few moments, I felt kind of funny. I had never masturbated in front of anyone before. But, once I took hold of my cock and started stroking it to hardness, I gradually let my feelings slip away and wallowed in the pleasure I was giving myself. I squatted on a chair and pumped away, then lay down on the bed and stroked harder, cupping and squeezing my balls.
"Looking good," I heard Greg whisper. A couple of times he put the video camera down and picked up the digital one to take a few shots--closeups, medium shots--then, once he heard me start to moan and groan aloud, he picked up the video camera again and moved in for the cum shot.
I gasped as I jerked on my cock, moaned quite loudly as my body rocked on the bed, and my cum shot into the air and splattered on my belly and chest. Greg continued to film as I milked my cock dry.
I lay there for a moment, and then Greg handed me a towel. "Go have a shower," he said. "I'll see how the pics and video turned out."
