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Christian Men 1
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Christian Men
By Mitchell Knight
Part 1
Moving back onto campus brought a sense of sadness mixed with joy
to my heart. I would be graduating at the end of this year after spending
three years there. It was at this school that I'd had my first homosexual
experiences. It was here that I'd felt the most alive. It was here that
I'd found love and acceptance.
The fact that I would leave this place at year's end was a time I
both looked forward to - the end of school - and dreaded - all those cute
guys I would miss.
I was moving back into an all-male dorm where I had lived the
previous three years. There were lots of good memories here: sex in the
showers in the middle of the night, the whip cream adventure in Reid
Jacob's room, and of course, my first time.
As I was moving in on the sweltering first day of check-ins, I ran
into Bryan Thompson. He was a sophomore I had befriended last year. He
was extremely attractive, but unfortunately for him, straight. (The
things I could teach that man!)
He was moving into a room a few doors down from me. I could tell
he had arrived a while before I had because he'd worked up a good sweat.
He had taken off his shirt and his broad, hairless chest was beaded with
sweat.
"Hey, Bryan!" I called out when I saw him.
"Hi, Lance," he replied, flashing me a broad, genuine smile full of
perfect white teeth.
He was a really nice guy and one of the few straight friends I
had. It was actually strange to me that we were friends since he wasn't
really the kind of guy I usually hung out with. He was very religious,
something I'd done away with a long time ago, and he was really into
playing all kinds of sports, something I hate.
Yet there were enough things about us that we had in common, that
we were able to develop a good friendship. He'd just plopped himself down
at my table for lunch during the second week of classes, and we'd hit it
off. He was a very outgoing and kind person. Combine that with his
freshman energy, and that's who I'd met. I just couldn't resist these
characteristics along with his fantastic body.
We talked about our summer for a few minutes before we parted, so
we could get back to work. We made plans for dinner that night.
By the time I'd moved in, set up things in my room, and called
friends, it was time for dinner. I ordered pizza with Bryan and a few of
his friends who belonged to the same Christian athletes group that Bryan
did.
It felt great to get back into the college atmosphere, and we
talked for quite a while that night before I returned to my room.
I called up Ben, a gay friend of mine, and we go together and went
to a bar.
* * *
A few weeks later, the trees were all turning color and their
leaves had started to fall to the ground. School was in full swing, and I
was on my way to lunch after getting out of my history class.
I spotted Bryan sitting with a couple of his gorgeous athlete
buddies, so I went over to their table and joined them. They were talking
about raising some money for their church, and they were all throwing out
possible ideas. The subject didn't interest me much so I dug into my meal
and allowed my eyes to casually wander over their lean muscular bodies.
Later on that night I remembered their conversation and an idea
struck me which caused my dick to get rock hard. I told myself to settle
down because I realized the chances of having them go for the idea were
slim, but I decided to run it by Bryan anyway.
He was studying in his room alone; he welcomed me and told me to
have a seat. I was still a little nervous, and I swallowed once before I
began.
"You know this afternoon when you guys were talking about raising
some money," I asked.
"Yeah," he answered.
"I have an idea, but it's kind of 'out there,'" I said.
"What is it?"
"You could do a calendar," I answered.
"What kind of calendar?" he asked, intrigued.
"A nude one. You could get some guys from your group to pose for
it and then sell it to raise the money," I told him, the whole plan
rushing out at once.
Bryan considered this for a moment. "I like it, but I don't know
how the guys would feel or what the church would think."
"Well, it's for a good cause," I pressed. "You're going to
build..." here I was lost for words. I hadn't really paid that much
attention to their discussion.
"We're going to build an addition to the youth center and remodel
the rest. We'd also like to build a fund for the youth retreats," Bryan
filled me in.
"That would sure make a lot of money. People do this kind of thing
all the time for charities," I continued.
"Do they?" Bryan asked.
"Oh, yeah," I said, but I really had no idea.
"Who would take the pictures?"
"I would," I said, revealing the beauty of the whole plan. "I'd do
it for free, and I'm sure I could reserve the portrait room for this.
Plus I'm sure we can find a company who would print the calendar for real
cheap."
Bryan knew I was a photography buff. I'd taken a few classes, and
now I was very thankful I had so I could be in this position.
"Okay. I'll talk to some of the guys and to some people at the
church and see what they all think," Bryan said.
"Okay."
* * *
To my knowledge, Bryan didn't know I was gay. I'm sure he
suspected since I'd never dated a girl before, and i never participated in
the "locker room talk" about women. I rarely told my straight friends
about my sexual orientation because I was worried about what they'd think.
I'd also not told Bryan for another reason: his deep religious faith.
People like that easily turned off to homosexuals.
It was a few days before I heard any response to my offer.
"Hey, Lance," Bryan called from my doorway.
"Yeah?" I said, looking up from my desk.
"Your calendar idea was a big hit, especially with the girls,"
Bryan said.
"Really?"
"For the most part," Bryan admitted. "There were a few people who
didn't like it very much, but they're willing to look at the final
product, so we'll go ahead with it."
"Great."
"Five guys in the group said they'd pose, and I will too," Bryan
said. He handed me a slip of paper. "Here are their names and phone
numbers. I think you know most of them."
A quick scan revealed that I did. I nodded.
"Is six okay?" Bryan asked.
"Oh, sure," I answered. "I'm sure I can figure out a way to fill
12 months with six of you."
"Good."
"I'll set up some times in the studio and then I'll get back to
you," I said.
"Okay. See ya."
After Bryan left I looked at the list again and smiled. Three of
they guys I was really familiar with. One of them I didn't think I'd ever
met while the other I had a vague mental picture of. I put them in order
by placing numbers next to each of their names. I wrote Bryan's name on
the list.
Bryan ended up third after much deliberation. I had thought he
should go first to help encourage the others, but then I decided to wait
on him. I'd seen him naked in the showers already so there wouldn't be
surprises there. I would stick him in the middle.
I set up my studio time for the next three days that fit into my
schedule. That gave me some options with the guys too.
The first one on my list was Todd Paxton. I gave him a call and
was able to get him into my second time slot.
"Oh, and Todd, bring your glasses," I said.
"Okay," he answered. "Do you want me to bring anything else?"
"Sure. You might want a bathrobe. It might help you get more
comfortable."
"Okay. I'll bring that too."
* * *
I arrived early to set up the studio. I played with the lighting
and set up a cozy sofa scene. I knew Todd was a really good student who
wore gold wire-rim glasses once in a while. I wanted to play up that
brainy part of his personality.
Todd arrived on time wearing his glasses and carrying a blue
terrycloth robe. He looked very much like Bryan: he was 5'11" with broad
shoulders and a broad chest. He and Bryan had played football together in
their high school. Todd had brown hair which was cut very short all
around. He had green small eyes, an average nose, and thick lips.
"You can put on the bathrobe in the changing room," I told him.
"Take everything off?" he asked.
I nodded.
He left and returned shortly clad only in his robe. Brown hair
showed through the top of the robe where it didn't come to a close
entirely. I had him stand in front of the sofa and then I started taking
pictures, easing him into the situation. I also needed to wait until the
marks from any tight clothing, such as underwear or socks, had
disappeared.
I had him sit on the couch and read the book I'd brought as I
snapped some more pictures.
"Open your robe a little on top. Let's see some more chest," I
said.
He did, revealing more of his thick brown chest hair.
"What kind of underwear were you wearing?" I asked shortly.
"Just jockeys," he answered.
"What color?"
"White."
"Hmmm...okay." If they'd been something interesting I might have
added them. "Are you ready to go all the way?"
"I think so," he answered.
"Then go for it," I told him.
He unstrapped the robe and pulled it off. His chest hair ended at
his pectorals and then formed a line right below his pecs right down the
center of his torso. It went into his furry belly. His crotch was a mass
of wiry brown pubic hair. An average size dick sprang from this.
Underneath were a hefty pair of fuzzy balls.
I had him sit and then lay on the sofa wearing only his glasses
and pretending to read the book prop.
"That's it," I announced once I'd felt I had enough.
"How did I do?"
"You were great. Get dressed," I urged, smiling reassuringly.
I packed up my equipment and headed back to my room. Throughout
the whole experience I hadn't gotten an erection. It had remained a very
professional experience. Now that I was back in my room though, I
stripped and pounded my hard cock for all it was worth as I thought about
the photo shoot. My orgasm was powerful and quick.
End Part 1
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