We were at the bar. "I think the porn industry is undervalued," he said with a slur in his voice.
"Me too," I said with a raise of my glass. Tom and I were drinking at the hotel bar and we were clearly into our cups as my Irish friends might say. I had met him earlier in the week, both of us spending our evenings at the bar after doing different jobs in the day. I was a software engineer, sent to the city to help with a problem one of our clients was having. I think Tom was in sales, but we avoided work discussions. Mostly we talked about girls, and sports, and girls, and cars, and politics, and of course - girls.
"You gotta hand it to them," he continued. "They provide a service for people and do it with style."
"You mean the porn style?" I asked trying to follow his line of reasoning. Tom was a good looking guy, in his early thirties if I had to guess. He seemed to be in good shape and was very polite, and talkative. We just seemed to hit it off earlier in the week and had ended up spending our evenings drinking and sharing thoughts at the bar.
"The good porn," he said wagging his finger at me. "Not the homemade crap."
"Well, porn is porn," I said, thinking of my nights alone with my iPad in one hand and my cock in the other.
"No, it's different," he said. "Bad porn is worthless. It can make you less horny and ruin your enjoyment. But good porn..." he paused and gave me a look. Leaning in closer he said, "You know what I mean, right?"
I was enjoying the conversation, and was beginning to get slightly aroused at the topic. "Yeah, I know," I agreed with a smile.
"I bet you that mine is bigger than yours," he said taking a sip of his beer and looking at me as a challenge.
I stammered, not sure how to respond. Was he talking about his dick? How did we get to this point? "Um," I said gracefully.
"My porn collection," he clarified. "What did you think I was talking about?"
"Oh,sure," I said,trying to recover my balance. "Well, I must admit I have a pretty big collection on my hard drive."
"Challenge accepted," he said. "Bring your goods to room 650. Gimme ten minutes."
(*)(*)
Feeling a mixture of curiosity and thrill, I went up to my room. How did I get into this situation? I grabbed my laptop and mixed a quick drink. I took both and went to Tom's room.
"Come in," he said opening the door. His room was identical to mine, right down to the paintings on the wall. He had his laptop open on the desk and on it was a fantastic picture of a girl who was nude laying on a white bed. He blonde hair cascaded down the bed as she looked at the camera upside down on her back and her huge tits were rising up in the air.
"Nice," I said, feeling my cock beginning to grow. I wondered what the night had in store.
"Just wait," he said as he began to flip through the images. One after another the girls were simply incredible.
"Your turn," he said. I logged into my cloud where I had a pretty respectable number of images stored. I went to one of my favorites - a close up shot of a blonde, her tongue tickling the tip of a perfect dick.
"Oh, blowjobs eh?" Tom immediately went to a photo of a girl with two cocks pressing together as she licked on them. My hard on was becoming more difficult to contend with at this point.
We continued to alternate porn images back and forth. Both of us spoke fewer words and our breathing was noticeable at this point.
I rose from the bed and went to the fridge to see if Tom had anything to drink, needing to cool down just a bit.
"You know," Tom said as I handed him a beer, "great porn is truly great photography."
"Yeah," I agreed. He clicked and enlarged a photo to illustrate.
"Just look at the detail here," he said as we viewed the image. It was a beautiful shot of a woman's breasts, her nipples erect and pointing at the camera. Between the large tits was a large penis, hard as nails and pointing up at her.
"The lighting is important, and the tits and cock are perfectly captured," Tom said as he stared at the image.
I thought of one of my favorite pics, and hesitated before showing it to him. I knew that he might get the wrong idea, but I was feeling a little adventurous.
"Look at this one," I said as clicked. Tom was silent for a second, looking at the image. It was a guy, totally nude with a great cock standing at attention. He was clean shaved, and the shot was brilliantly lit from behind giving a soft glow around the hard dick.
"That is impressive," he said. "It must be a special strobe to capture that detail."
"Actually," I said, "I think it's pretty simple. Just a lamp behind his dick, not hard to do."
"You know," he said sitting back on the bed. "You might be right. If we only had a way to try it." He looked at me for a moment, then rose up, and went to his suitcase and pulled out a camera.
I took a long pull on my beer.
(*)(*)
As I showered, Tom set up the room. I was nervous as hell, and yet I was very excited. Of course I had a few selfies which I had taken of my cock, but never one that someone else took.
I turned off the water, and toweled off, then exited the bath with the towel around my waist.
Tom had positioned a lamp on the floor beside the bed. He was on the bed with his camera.
I took a moment to gather my courage, then I slowly began to open the towel. Tom immediately began to take pictures as I revealed my body.
My dick was already hard, and as soon as I uncovered it, it sprang to attention. Tom was soon on his knees taking intimate photos of my cock. The feeling was incredible! Here I was with a complete stranger allowing him to take nude photos of me. It was very erotic.
He moved to position me right in front of the light. He shot several frames of me as I slowly turned side to side to get different angles.
"Damn," he whispered as he continued to shoot.
I was feeling so sexy - and more than a little naughty. I knew my cock looked good in the photos - at least I hoped it did.
"Let me see," I said walking over to Tom to see the back of the camera. He raised up the camera and began to scroll through the images. He was a great photographer. He made my cock look huge in the screen - and it was just the way he had described it - soft light, but crisp hard edges on my dick.
As I scrolled through, it suddenly struck me just how un-self conscious I was. I mean, here I was standing fully nude with a semi hard cock, and Tom was there still on his knees right in front of me as I looked at the images he had just taken of my penis in extreme close up.
I looked at him appraisingly. "You want more, don't you?" I said looking at him as he looked up at me. I felt powerful.
He just looked at me and nodded.
"Well, I want to even things up just a bit," I said walking away with the camera. I sat down in the desk chair and took a pull on my beer. "Go on, shower off and let's see what you got."
"Oh," he stammered. "Okay." He rose up and grabbed something from his suitcase, and headed for the shower.
As I sat waiting, I could feel my thoughts in turmoil. What the hell was I doing? I barely knew this guy, and now I was basically playing doctor with him. I drank my beer, and told myself to shut the fuck up and just go with it.
(*)(*)
Tom came out without a towel. Instead he had on a tight red bikini which outlined his bulge clearly.
"Wow," I said as I walked over with the camera. "Nice package."
"Thanks," he said and I began to shoot a few frames. I got closer and closer as he modeled the tight bikini for the camera. His dick was hard and straining against the thin fabric. It was a really great look. As I shot, I motioned him to move over, closer to the light.
The effect was fantastic. His hard cock aching to be let out of the tight bikini, with the light streaming all over his body. Tom had a great body - tight abs, and a strong look.
I shot a few more, then I stood up.
