All of Us (Circle W #1)

Chapter 1

Chapter one

JOE

I looked at the pictures on the screen, and they were hot. The camera loved him. The shots on the computer were gorgeous.

“Can you wrap your hand around your shaft and lean back?” I asked, trying not to sound creepy.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him while he arched his back, hard shaft in hand, muscles flexed. The shutter clicked as he repositioned himself, and I moved to capture several angles.

“Okay, give me a minute. I want you on your hands and knees next.”

The monitor showed the images I had just taken. Today’s model was Mark, and I planned to put him in more positions before I wrapped up our session. These pictures would be edited and distributed to a variety of clients for use as book covers, erotica blogs, and stock image sites.

When I turned around, Mark was whispering with his husband Alan, who had a protective hand on his partner’s shoulder.

“Everything okay?”

Alan looked at me. “He thinks the pictures will be terrible.”

“What? Why?”

I knew I was good at my job, but it hurt a little that they had so little faith in me. I loved taking erotic photographs of men, and I knew what we had taken today was amazing.

When Mark looked at me, his eyes were sad. “I’m not that attractive.”

“Bahhhmfh.” Then I snorted. I couldn’t help the sound I made because it was the silliest thing I had heard. “Mark, you are gorgeous, and the photos are fantastic. Would you like to see them?”

Mark looked up at me. “Can I?”

While we looked at the pictures, I couldn’t help but notice that Mark was an attractive man. He stood a foot from me, completely naked, and sometimes remaining professional was difficult.

Focusing back on the screen, I continued, “Some of these will get adjustments like the colors of the ribbons, or the color tones.”

Mark looked at Alan, then smiled. That look between them made me a little jealous. After growing up in a very religious family, I’d only been able to embrace my sexuality in the last few years, so finding the right partner was still way down the road.

“Joe?” I turned and looked at Alan, “Mark and I think you are mighty fine to look at, if you ever want to come spend time with us.”

There was no doubt about what Alan had proposed, but better not to assume. “Like dinner?”

They both chuckled at me. “Oh, sweet man. You know we don’t mean dinner, though there would be plenty of eating.”

I wasn’t even sure what an appropriate response would be in this situation. “I’m not sure I would be able to handle you both. I think I might be a one-man kind of guy. Sharing would be too hard.”

Alan smiled at me, “Don’t knock it until you try it. It’s an open-ended offer if you ever change your mind.”

“I appreciate that.” Surprisingly, I actually did. Being comfortable with the conversation showed how far I had come since moving to Titanburg.

Not panicking about ‘God’ striking me dead because I was thinking about sex—not even considering it being with a man or in this case two men—showed how far I had come and that my life was good. Better than good, I loved my life.

The Wilson family had embraced me as if I had grown up with them. Once I was out from under the tyranny of my parents, it allowed me to live authentically—it had only been a dream before my brother-in-law saved us.

It was getting late, and I needed to finish these pictures before my Dusty arrived. We planned to eat and hopefully fool around a little. We had a friends-with-benefits thing going on that worked well. Sure, I wanted more someday, but for now, Dusty helped me spread my wings.

“Let’s get these last shots.” I smiled at the two men.

Mark got on his hands-and-knees. Alan got behind him and positioned himself to simulate penetrative sex.

The visual was hot, and I knew these photos would sell immediately.

Once we got the erotic pictures finished, I took a variety of them with their clothes off together and separately.

They asked if they could have copies for their own ‘photo album’.

The thought that they enjoyed these pictures together really showed how great their partnership was.

When we were done, there were several thousand pictures of the men.

I paid them their fee, and knew I got my money’s worth.

“Thank you both. These are all fantastic.” I walked them down the hall.

Alan slowed down and looked at the pictures on the wall. “Is that Montgomery Wilson from DRACO?”

The photograph was one of my favorites. My brother Arthur and his husband were on their horses, holding hands, looking at each other. You could see the love between them.

“Yes, it is. He is my brother-in-law.” I smiled. I knew I had nothing to do with it, but it was pretty cool to have one of the world’s most popular musicians as a family member.

“No shit? That’s cool.” He took one more look at the picture, then pulled on his jacket. “Joe, I wasn’t kidding about the offer of joining us. It could be for a night or until you wanted something else. You are good-looking, smart, and successful. You are the full package.”

I blushed. “I. Thank you. I just don’t think I could share like that.”

He nodded, then gave a little smirk, "Like I said. Don’t knock it until you try it,” he winked. “Take care of yourself, Joe.”

After they left the house, I leaned against the door and thought about that surreal conversation.

I really didn’t know how people had relationships with multiple people at the same time.

It felt like sharing someone I cared about with another man would be too difficult.

I wasn’t even a jealous person, but that was my line.

It was just not something for me. It was still nice to be asked, though.

Spaghetti sauce had been in the crock pot all day, and it smelled great. Before Dusty arrived, I brushed my teeth and freshened up. I took my bun down because Dusty would use it to control me, and I liked it.

It took a long time for him to give in to my flirting.

His explanation was that he didn’t want his boss to kill him for hurting his brother-in-law.

When he told me, I laughed because Arthur married a good man.

Mont—our name for Montgomery Wilson, the rock star—treated me like his brother, but he would never get involved in my personal life.

Finally, I convinced him that he wouldn’t lose his job if we kissed.

Being intimate with Dusty has been good for me.

At twenty-seven, I moved away from my hometown and had no experience with men.

There had been clumsy attempts with women over the years, but those, as expected, ended poorly.

The first time I met Dusty, I flirted with him because I was instantly drawn to him.

He was shorter than me—I was only five foot ten—dressed like he was a groupie, but the best part was that he was kind.

His nature comforted me, and he made me laugh when I thought I had forgotten how.

When my brother’s mental health took a turn, I moved myself into his cottage, and Dusty had been an essential part of getting me to Titanburg.

Immediately, we became friends, regularly texting, sharing memes, and lots of me being cheeky.

At Wilson family events, we would see each other, but my time was limited as I settled into a new town.

Unfortunately, that meant we didn’t spend much time one-on-one.

Finally, after a party my brother had, Dusty needed a ride home, and both of us were still wound up from the night.

I invited him into my cottage for coffee.

Finally, I got my kiss and a clumsy handjob.

That night, he crashed on my couch, and over breakfast, we decided it was okay to have a friendship where we sometimes got each other off.

We’ve made good on that decision quite a few times, but I’m interested in going further with him.

Kissing and hand jobs were great, but there was so much more I wanted to experience.

For some reason, Dusty was still being delicate with me, and I needed to convince him that it wasn’t necessary. Tonight was the night, because he was about to leave town for two weeks, and before he went, I would suck his dick.

My cock swelled, and my mouth watered at the thought of wrapping my lips around him and making him come.

Neither of us wanted a relationship, so this was ideal.

I liked getting off with someone, and I assumed Dusty did too, plus the options in Titanburg were lean.

The best part was that I wouldn’t have to worry about feeling awkward the next morning.

Dusty would be here around 7:30 p.m., and I had a time limit to get things done because he would need to get home.

We had thirty minutes to eat, thirty minutes to convince him it was a great idea to let me blow him, and then I had an hour to get down to business.

With that timetable in mind, I got the pasta water boiling so we could have as much time as possible to play.

At 7:45 p.m., there was a knock, then Dusty stuck his head in. “Hey Joe.”

“Come on in, dinner is almost ready.” His being fifteen minutes late cut into my plan, but I could work with it. My laptop was open on the dining table with the photoshoot from this morning. As he took off his shoes and jacket, he walked over and looked at the pictures.

“Damn Joe, those are amazing, and I don’t just mean because these guys are sexy as hell. You are so talented.”

I couldn’t help but feel happy and fuzzy about his compliment.

Once I moved to Titanburg, I could take the types of pictures I wanted.

After I turned eighteen, my only option was to work for my parents because I was undereducated and terrified they would find out I was gay.

My parents had gaslighted and threatened me for years, which got them what they wanted: a good little follower of their crazy, very cult-like beliefs.

I had watched them kick Arthur out when he told them he was gay, and I didn’t know what I would do if it happened to me.

When my brother and sister were given the option to start their own business with the help of our brother-in-law, I jumped at it because I could no longer live under the oppression that had become my life.

I moved here to support Arthur, and when we got him on his feet, Montgomery married him.

Now they were incredibly happy, and since my brother no longer needed my constant support, I had the chance to flourish.

With the community embracing me, I got tons of work locally.

Erotic portraits are my side hustle, but what I love doing.

I loved to take pictures of couples and individuals. I’d get booked privately, or I would hire someone and sell them to a variety of sources, like I did today. Now I live my authentic self professionally and personally. I have become an entirely different person, and now I want to suck cock.

It felt like Dusty ate too slowly. “After we are done, we should hang out for a bit. When do you need to head home?” I tried to sound casual.

“Yeah, I can chill for a few hours.” He took another bite.

Why did he chew so thoroughly? Has he always eaten this way? It’s like he is intentionally torturing me. My leg bounced under the table. I hadn’t really eaten, just pushed my food around.

“Not hungry?” He looked at my plate and pointed with his fork.

“Not really.”

His lips turned up at my response. A flush of warmth traveled through me, my cock plumping up.

He was really cute, and I enjoyed kissing him a lot.

The feel of him in my hand was perfect, and when he touched me, I could hardly breathe.

He was almost done, and I had to sit on my hands to keep myself from taking his dish before he was finished.

As he lifted the last bite to his mouth, I picked up the plate.

“Let’s go sit.” I went to the couch.

He followed me with confidence in how he moved. The smirk on his lips proved that he was aware of what I wanted. Now my cock was painfully hard because we both knew what was about to happen. I needed to figure out how to approach doing more with him tonight.

“Why are you acting so squirrelly?” He asked me while giving me a hard look.

“I’m not.” I tried to sound innocent and batted my eyes at him.

He tilted his head. “Your leg is bouncing like you are about to race out of here, and you won’t look me in the eyes. Are we okay?”

“Oh. Yes. We are great. Fine. Really, fine.”

“Alright.” He drew the word out, obviously not believing me, but he let it go.

Dusty was an amazing guy, and the story of how he ended up as Montgomery Wilson’s personal assistant is a wild one.

It was impossible to ignore him with his dark hair, slim body, and a bubble butt that I wanted to sink my teeth into.

He always had that rock-star vibe: black jeans, a black shirt, chains, or leather.

It was hot and did all kinds of things to my libido.

I moved closer to Dusty, my hand on his thigh. He looked down at it.

“Feeling frisky tonight?” He asked deadpan.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I kissed him, enjoying his warm and soft lips.

It didn’t take much for him to let my tongue explore.

I loved kissing Dusty because it always felt like he was into it as much as I was.

I shuddered as he moaned into my mouth, then wrapped his fingers in my hair and deepened the kiss.

I took that as an invitation and climbed onto his lap, where I could really enjoy making out with him.

“I really like kissing you,” I said while my lips moved up and down his neck.

“Well, that’s good to hear since I really like kissing you, too.”

He pulled my mouth back to his, worked his hands under my shirt, and pulled it over my head. I enjoyed his palms on my chest, he pinched my nipples, and ran over my ribs and back. I knew how amazing it was to feel the hardness of a man in my hand and wondered what he thought when he touched me.

I helped him take off his shirt. Immediately, I went for his nipples. They were sensitive, and I sucked the barbell into my mouth and tugged with my teeth.

“Mngh. Fuck that feels good, Joe. Want to fool around?”

I appreciated that he asked before assuming. We had established that meant we would stroke each other to orgasm, but today I had a big surprise. I hoped he would let me have what I wanted. I never thought I would be a friends-with-benefits kind of person, but this was awesome.

“Yes. Yes, I most certainly want to fool around.” I smiled at him, then bit my lower lip.

He groaned, then, using my hair, he roughly pulled my mouth back to his.