My roommate was such an ass, speaking of ass. I looked at him and smiled. I didn't know what to think about what he said, but I knew that I had to make that appointment at 2 pm. My cock throbbed about the thoughts of Jim, the photo shoot, the shaving session, and more.
Once again, my mind was whirling with all the thoughts and worries that this brought to mind.
I answered some other emails, trying to write enough in my Mom's to satisfy her. She didn't like one word replies and wanted all the details of my school life. I figured she would die if I told her what was really going on! So I made some comments about classes, professors, my roommate -- what a great guy he was (understatement!), and so forth.
We dressed, headed down for breakfast, and then off to classes. I was getting into gear in class and beginning to be able to listen to most of a lecture without going off into sexual fantasyland about Hank. Well, or Jim, Jared, Mikail, and so forth, for that matter. That made me smile. It was a wild bunch of guys I had fallen in with.
I made it to lunch and afternoon class and then off to the photography office. Jim was glad to see me but said, "Honey, I meant what I said about having your ass!" He smiled and added, "So let me know when you want to fulfill your responsibilities, or should I say when do you want me to fill you with responsibility." He giggled and then added, "Or we could just do it for the next class and let them photograph it!" He laughed as he saw the look on my face.
"So how about right here after you finish the session?" He smiled, and looked me up and down and then around the room. "Maybe leave the doors unlocked and let some poor unsuspecting breeder discover us, and maybe he decides he needs to find out what all the talk is about." He laughed again, as I blanched.
I turned to get undressed and nearly jumped as I felt Jim's hand rub over my naked ass. "Nice! This is going to be so much fun. Been a while since I had a nice jock ass like this. And I like that nubby feeling where your hair is growing back." He gave my ass a slap, and I fought down the reaction my cock wanted to have. He laughed as I jumped.
I pulled on the robe and cinched it tightly around my waist. He laughed and said, "Remember, we have a date!" I didn't know how to take his comments. Was he being serious? Or was this just more of his usual explicit banter?"
I didn't have much more time to think, as the door opened and the instructor told me to come in. I followed her into the class. Then I remembered that this was the instructor I had done the bed scene for. Once again my cock wanted to acknowledge that session. I tried picturing my Aunt Edna sitting on the back porch of her house with her usual disapproving look.
When I was at the front of the room, the instructor explained, "Today's shoot is all about the male body, but not as a whole, but as specific sections and parts. You will be shooting any and every part of his body. For example, you might take a shot of his nipple with strong side-lighting so every bump or node of skin stands out. Or his arm pit, getting the gradation of skin colorations and hair patterns. You might look for whorl patterns in his hair. Since this is about parts, you can be focusing on various parts while others are working on their area. Use the table, stool, and lights as necessary." She paused, looked at me, and then added, "Explore every aspect of his body. I am looking for unique perspectives on the male form."
I removed my robe, hung it on a hook, and then moved over into the center of the paper that extended from the backdrop across the floor. The students moved up and began arranging lights and then giving me directions. They went through the shots she had suggested and then began working on others.
One girl was concentrating on my face, shooting ears, up my nose, inside my mouth, and a pattern of hair she discovered at the back of my head. She gave directions to move my head back and forth and up and down. I thought it was weird that she wanted to take pictures up my nose!
A guy and a girl were working on my armpits and chest, so I had to raise my arms, lower them, try to tighten my pecs, etc.
Another guy and girl were working around the small of my back and my ass crack.
There were people shooting my legs and toes, etc, but the ones that were giving the most problems were the guy and girl that were focusing on my crotch. Fortunately, all the other people were distracting me, but I was constantly aware of what they were doing, and trying not to react to it. They took pictures of the piss slit at the head of my dick, my balls, one by one, and together. They shot from the sides, tops, and bottoms. The guy seemed very interested, more interested than just in photography.
He wore a loose shirt untucked, so I couldn't tell if he was reacting to what he was photographing.
I nearly jumped when he touched my cock, "Sorry," he said, "I was just trying to get a better angle on the head." He seemed nervous as he held my cock and took his shot. Of course, my cock swelled a bit in his hand. I brought up every image I could. I had poor Aunt Edna now sitting naked on her back porch, and the image almost made me laugh, but it seemed to work.
Next, I was moved to a table and on my stomach, so better access could be given to my feet and legs. But the couple that had photographed my crotch in such detail, continued on with their inspection. I had to spread my legs wide as they shot the area behind my balls and that convergence of crack and balls, and the head of the dick below that (they had me arrange myself, so the positioning was correct).
The gal on my head was having a field day with the whorls at the nape of my neck. It tickled to feel her breath on my neck as she came in close to shoot the pictures.
Then the two crotch shooters had me pull my cheeks apart so they could shoot my hole. The guy commented on the fact that I had obviously been shaved there as well. I didn't say a word, but kept my face pressed into the table as they took shots of my hole. Then the guy told me to flex my hole. I thought that strange, but I tightened and relaxed my hole for him. I heard the camera click several times. I blushed as I thought of my hole being photographed.
Then I was told to roll over, and they began anew on that side of my body - toes, fingers, eyebrows, Adam's apple, navel, and more.
The crotch guy moved my balls around and shot various angles. He then asked me if I would hold the head between thumb and forefinger. I did, and he took many close-up shots at different angles.
Last I was moved to a stool where I sat with one foot on a higher rung than the other. More foot shots, spine shots, butt crack, bicep, and finger shots.
The crotch guy was now shooting up from the floor between my legs. At one point, I looked down across my cock and into his face. He quickly adjusted his camera and took a couple of shots.
Finally, the class was over and I walked over and put on my robe. I thought then that it was a bit amusing that I covered myself to leave the room. I thought that Hank would have been the type to have just walked out of the room naked. Then I thought that I would like to do some of these same shots on Hank's naked form. That got a stir from my cock.
I was lost in this contemplation as I went into the changing area. I removed my robe and hung it up, as I pictured how and what shots I would do of Hank. I needed to use my new digital camera, and I could set it on black and white and get some amazing shots. I imagined getting one of the head of his cock, filling the image with just a clear drop of precum, pearled at the piss slit.
Two things happened at once to bring me out of my reverie. Jim said, "Looks like the session was just beginning to warm you up." And the door from the classroom opened. It was the crotch shot guy. He looked slightly embarrassed as he saw Jim there, and then looked at me. I was standing there just as naked as I had been for his inspections and photos, but this seemed more intimate, and I was a bit more aroused I discovered. Thinking of Hank had taken its toll!
"I, ah, wanted to ask, I mean, give you, ah, this," he said, as he passed me a folded sheet of paper. Then he continued to stand there as I took the paper. I looked over and Jim was smiling and looking back and forth between this guy and me.
I became self-conscious then, and reached for my boxers (Hank's pair that he insisted I wear that day). I held them in front of myself for a moment and crotch-watcher said, "Don't"
I looked surprised. He blushed and stammered, "I mean you look great and don't need to cover yourself.' He looked down after he had said that. I thought he was shy and forward all at the same time.
He continued to stand there, and I didn't move my hand, holding the boxers over my crotch, until I looked up at Jim and he was smiling and nodding. I thought what the heck, and lowered the boxers.
I knew that this was something I would have always wanted to do and ask before I knew Hank, but had never had the guts to do, and this guy had had the balls to actually voice his desires. So I lowered my hand with the boxers, exposing my crotch to his view. He was intent on my crotch. He glanced nervously at Jim, who was pretending to be working on his computer.
He looked up to my face and I saw the question on his face. I just nodded. I couldn't believe I was being so bold. But my cock loved it. I had been propositioned by Jim, so it wasn't as if he didn't know what I liked. The guy reached over and cupped my cock and balls in his hand. I felt his hand tremble as he sighed. My cock swelled at this attention.
"Is this new to you?" I asked in a whisper, again not understanding my frankness and boldness.. Once again, I was letting a total stranger handle my cock, and once again it was having the usual effect. I looked at his face, but he was mesmerized by my cock. I looked over at Jim. He was smiling, and had his camera up. He was taking pictures of the whole thing! Then I wondered if it was a set up.
I fought my familiar panic and decided that it couldn't have been. Jim smiled after he took a couple of shots. I was now totally hard, and the guy had managed to move his hand around until his hand encircled my cock.
I thought things were getting a bit awkward for everyone. This guy was suddenly going to realize what he was doing and that he was doing it in front of an observer. I cleared my throat and the guy looked up at me and quickly released his grip. "I, ah, am sorry. I, ah, didn't mean to, ah," and he stopped.
"It's okay." I said, trying to figure out where to go from here. "I'm Kyle."
"Yeah, I know. I saw you in our last session, the one with the bed," it was my turn to blush, " and I asked him his name."
I waited, and then he said, "I'm Sam."
He started to hold out his hand, then realized it was the one that had just had my cock in it. He looked at it, then at my cock, and then at me, and I saw a bit of red pass over his face.
"And I am Jim," Jim said, from behind his computer an,d as we both looked over, he waived.
Sam got nervous then. "I am sorry, I just wanted to," and he gestured at the paper I still held in one hand, "and.." he looked around and then looked up at me.
"It's okay, Sam. I think I understand." He looked me in the eyes again, and I thought I saw the question in his face - to ask if I was sure it was okay. I nodded. I misunderstood the unasked question, because he reached out and encircled my still hard cock once more. He gave it a tight squeeze and then released it.
"Thank you," he said, and fled from the room, nearly hitting himself in the head as he opened the door.
I turned back from the door and saw that Jim had moved from behind the desk right next to me. "As long as you are giving out free feels, honey, I want to get in on this!" His hand encircled my cock. He squeezed it, and slowly slid his hand back and forth a couple of times. "I have wanted to do this since the first time I saw you drop your pants."
I blushed again at his confession and intimate contact. "Nice!' He looked me in the eye and said, "Maybe after I get done with your ass, you can give mine a try?" He raised his eyebrows and smirked at me.
I responded by having my cock drool on his hand. He laughed, raised his hand to his mouth, closed his eyes and inhaled. "Umm, heavenly. And honey, I mean heavenly honey." He licked his hand clean. He saw my embarrassment and laughed.
"Oh, honey, your innocence is going to be so much fun when we get together." He reached around and rubbed my ass. "Want to go for it right here?"
Before I could respond, the outer door opened and I felt like the proverbial kid and cookie jar. I twisted my body around trying to hide my condition from whoever was entering the office. Jim just stood where he was, but he had removed his hand from my ass.
It turned out to be Mikail and I was embarrassed, but relieved that it wasn't someone else, another stranger.
Mikail stopped when he saw me, and then saw Jim. We were both staring at Mikail. "Um, I am just here for my session." He looked between the two of us. "Am I interrupting something?"
Jim spoke first. "No, Kyle was just showing me his fine jock cock and ass." I tried to fight it, but the heat crept up my face.
Mikail walked over and stood next to me and opened a locker. He looked over at my condition and smiled. "Yeah, fine cock and ass!" He reached over and stroked my cock as well. I moaned. He laughed as he removed his hand.
Jim laughed. "You little slut, you want it and you want it badly." he said, putting one hand on his hip. "You still want me to ride your ass right here while Mikail watches?"
Mikail's eyes widened, and he looked me in the eye with a question.
My cock swelled, but I shook my head. But he was right, I did want sex, or, more exactly, my cock was ready. I imagined Jim taking me right here on the bench in front of the lockers while Mikail watched. My cock twitched again, and a long line of precum descended from the head of my cock.
Mikail proceeded to strip while I stood there in lust. I was not in charge of my body once again. When Mikail was naked, Jim said, "And look at the fine hairy jock ass. Um, um, wouldn't I like riding that."
To my surprise and, I think to Jim's, Mikail blushed. Jim smiled and said, "Uh oh, looks like some jock boy has had his butt cracked and likes it!"
Mikail blushed deeper, and I looked down to see his cock swell a bit.
"My, my, my, will wonders never cease?" Jim said, and moved back over to his desk.
I took a deep breath and reality came crashing down. I took my boxers and pulled them on. I trapped the head of my aching cock in the waistband. Mikail smiled, and stood there watching me dress. He was taking perverse pleasure in my unease. He smiled good naturedly as I pulled on my shorts and buttoned the waist over my cock. I pulled on my t-shirt and it hung down covering my waist. I slid into my slippers as Mikail reached over and lifted my t-shirt. "You should take care of that. Don't want to end up with blue balls." He dropped the shirt and I heard Jim snicker.
I grabbed my pack, the note, and headed out as Jim said, "See you tonight!"
Out in the hall, I stood for a moment and my nervousness washed over me, so that it was with trembling hands that I opened the folded paper. It was hand written and said, "Kyle. Would it be possible to have a private photo session with you? I can pay you, but I don't know your rates. You have a great body and I would like to get some more shots." He signed it Sam, his email address, and cell phone number.
I was stunned, embarrassed, pleased, excited, and horny as all get out. What would it be like to have this stranger taking these photos of me? I wondered what kind of shots he would want to take. After his actions in the changing area I thought they would not be PG rated pictures, or even R for that matter.
My hand was shaking as I read through the note again. I was looking at the phone number and nearly jumped a foot when my phone went off in my pocket. I thought it must be Sam seeing if I had read his note. But then how could he have found out my number?
I flipped it open and saw a text message from Hank: sup?
Knowing that it was Hank, and he would get a laugh out of it, I texted back: horny
Hank: Thought so
Me; ?
Hank: Go 2 basement men rm.
Me: ?
Hank: Go!
I found the stairs and went down 2 flights and looked for the men's room.
Me: Here
Hank: Last stall
I moved down and entered the last stall. I locked the door.
Me: Here
Hank: Strip
Me: ?
Hank: Do it!
I nervously removed the clothes I had just put on, and hung them on the hook on the back of the door.
Me: Done
Hank: check covers
I thought for a moment, and then understood that he meant the toilet cover holder. I reached inside, felt around, and found a small plastic packet. I pulled it out and saw a quarter size clear plastic packet bulging with fluid. It had a twist off tab at one end.
Me: ?
Hank (who had obviously been typing while I searched): C plunger n corner. Lube it, sit on it, fuck yrself and jrk off.
Me: ?
Hank: Do it!!!!
I looked around and saw the toilet plunger. It had a plastic handle that had 4 bulges where you grip it. My cock hadn't lost much of his hardness, but it was now rock hard again, as I took the plunger, then twisted off the tab, and spread some of the fluid over the handle. Hank had used lube on me before, so I knew what it was; I just had never seen it packaged this way.
I spread a bit on my hole. Then I positioned the plunger on the floor and lowered my ass down on it. I had to relax when I felt it at my hole. Then I pushed out like Hank had taught me, and it slid in and I slid down.
I spread some lube on my aching cock and began to stroke away, while I raised and lowered myself on the plunger handle. I didn't think about how Hank had arranged all this.
My phone beeped and I looked at it where I had set it on top of the toilet paper dispenser.
Hank: ?
I didn't want to stop, but I grabbed it with my right hand as my left was busy and managed: Yess, now fucking.
Hank: LOL
I put the phone down and went back to matters at hand. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Jim fucking me while Mikail watched.
I was way into it when I heard the door open. I stopped and thought, "Oh, Shit! Someone is going to catch me like this!" I stopped moving and just stayed in the half crouch I was in, with the plunger deep inside me. My cock was dripping and eager for more attention. But I just stood there naked in the men's room, with a plunger up my ass and my hand gripped tightly around my hard cock.
I heard foot steps. First he went to the sink, ran water, and then I heard the towel rack. I thought I would hear the door close then as he left, but instead I heard steps again, moving my direction. I didn't know what to do. I rose up a bit, lifting the plunger as I gripped it tightly with my ass. I trembled as I kept my ass clinched tight and my fist gripping my cock, not wanting to lose where I was. I had been so close. But now I was afraid the person was going to stand at the door to my stall and peak in.
Instead, I heard the door on the stall next door open. I held my breath and the door closed and latched. I looked down and saw a pair of shorts drop to the floor and the guy sit down on the toilet. Shit! (in more ways than one!) How long was he going to take? I moved back a bit until the plunger caught on the back of the toilet. I felt it sink in a bit more. I gripped my cock and tightened down on the plunger. I had to continue. I would just stroke slowly and quietly.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensations flowing through me. I stroked several more time, knowing that I was fast approaching the edge. Did I want to cum with this guy in the next stall? Yes, I thought. How hot was that!
I opened my eyes and looked to his feet. They weren't there! The shorts were, but no feet. I started to raise my head when I heard, "Looks like fun," and saw a flash of light. I was blinded by the light. But the guy had stood on his toilet and looked over the top of the stall and took my picture. Oh shit! I was fucked, and once again in more ways than one. I tried to move and cover myself and get the plunger out all at the same time.
All I managed to do was to push my dick down. I heard laughter, and I cringed and blushed. The spots cleared and I saw Hank looking down at me with his camera in one hand.
"Fucker!" I said.
He laughed and said, "Well, you look like the fuckee to me!"
"Asshole!" I smiled though. Leave it to my roommate! "I was getting really close!"
"Thought you might be," as he was smiling his best smile. "Why don't you finish up?" He held up his camera. "I'll get it all on the camera. Then we can sell it on the web."
Panic and lust fought their battle in me once again. And my cock won the battle again. I sat back on the plunger and pushed it deep inside me. I gripped my slick cock and went back to my stroking. I closed my eyes and went with the images that were playing there. Jim fucking me while Mikail and Hank watched. I saw strobes of light through my eyelids as Hank continued to take pictures.
It wasn't long before that old familiar feeling was rising in me. Hank must have sensed it because he said, "Look at me."
I raised my head and opened my eyes. The camera flashed and I pumped. It flashed again, and I pumped, and then I began to spasm as the rush hit, and I went plunging into the abyss of release. The camera continued to flash as rope after rope of cum shot out of my cock. I moaned and groaned as I pumped out the last few drops. I heard them splat on the tile floor.
I crouched there as my legs trembled. "Bend over and raise your ass. I want a shot of the plunger sticking out of your ass," Hank instructed me. I complied. I was now looking at the strings of white cum as they stood out against the green tile. I saw the flash of the camera. I stood up and gingerly pulled the plunger from my ass.
Hank clapped and laughed. I wiped off the handle with some toilet paper, wondering how many other guys had done that with this particular handle. It made my softening cock twitch to think that some other guy might have done that. I wondered if Hank had ever done that.
As I sat the plunger down, Hank said, "Leave the cum on the floor. Gather your stuff, open the door, and go out to the sinks."
Once again my hands were trembling as I took my clothes off the back of the door. I picked up my slippers and carefully stepped around the strands of cum on the floor. I walked naked, with slicked cock, out to the sinks. Hank stood there,
"Leave the clothes over there. I want a few shots of you naked in this men's room. Stand by the urinals."
"But what if someone comes in?" I said. Now that I had cum, reality was back.
"We will just tell them it is a photo shoot. This is the art department after all."
I moved over and stood by the urinal. Hank took several pictures. I first posed like I was pissing. Then, as the situation settled in, I began to swell again. So I stroked a couple of times for him at the urinal.
Then he had me at the sinks. It was clear in the reflection in the mirror that I was in a public restroom. My cock swelled more. Hank took more shots. Then he gathered up my clothes and said, "Let's go," and headed towards the door.
Panic washed over me. My stomach tightened into a knot and I was frozen in place. "Hank, please no," I was begging, the pleading clear in my voice.
"Okay," he said, and tossed me my flipflops. He turned again and headed towards the door.
"Hank!" Desperation was gripping me.
"Okay, here's your boxers, but that's it." He tossed me my boxers. In my panic, I struggled to get them on. My cock poked out the fly and left wet streaks across the material, as I began to leak again. I couldn't go out like this!
"Hank, please, don't. I'll do anything you say. Just please, not this." I tried to fight the panic that threatened to overwhelm me. I felt I would soon be crying a puddle in the middle of this men's room. I was trembling everywhere.
Hank saw something, because he walked over and put his arms around me. "I am sorry. I was just playing little brother. I wouldn't make you do that. Don't be so upset. Don't you know me by now?' He licked away a tear on my cheek. "Besides, haven't I always told you that you do not have to do what I tell you to?"
I nodded on his shoulder.
"Okay, would you get dressed, so I can unlock this door and we can get out of here? I am getting hungry. Watching your performance has worked up my appetite." He reached down and squeezed my cock. I sighed. "And I don't mean for liquid protein, but that is always a nice addition.
I scrambled into my shorts and t-shirt, and followed Hank out of the men's room after he unlocked the door. I had never been in any danger of being caught!
Out in the hall, he put his arm around my shoulder. "We are going to have to work on this unreasonable fear you have of being exposed. I have seen the same reaction in guys that have a fear of heights. The fear is out of proportion to the issue." He looked at me and then raised his hand.
"I know you feel the fear and it is real. We just have to work on desensitizing you."
He turned me and took my chin. Then he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I melted. Such a public display of affection was not something he did often. Speaking of public, I opened my eyes and saw that there were other students in the hallway. A couple of them were looking at us; others just kept on walking by.
Wow! My roommate had just kissed me in front of a bunch of people and didn't seem to care what they thought. And of course, I wondered what they thought of me kissing another man. Then I thought, fuck them! This is my roommate, my big brother, my friend and, could I say more? I didn't know, but I leaned back in and kissed him again.
He smiled when he pulled back. I wanted it to be more! I never wanted this to end. I wanted to tell him how I felt. Once before I wanted to say the "L" word and he had not let me. I wondered if he would let me now. I started to say something, when I heard, "Kyle!"
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