When we got back to the room, we found a message on our dorm room phone. It was from Thomas. He wanted us for a photo shoot on Tuesday evening. He said it was going to be a gym shoot, and locker room shoot. He wanted us in gym shorts, jocks, t-shirts, socks and trainers, and said that we could bring as many guys as we could round up. Each would receive $200 for the evening.
And he also said that if they weren't into man to man sex, they could just sit back and watch, or jerk themselves off, while the rest of the guys were taking part.
He outlined the premise for us. It was going to be a bunch of guys working out in the gym. Someone would dare one of the guys to do his reps in his jock.
Once he did this, there would be other dares . . . doing a workout naked; and, of course, having the spotter for the bench press naked would be fun. Everyone would improvise from thereon, and any kinds of hook ups would be great, as long as it was on and/or around the gym equipment.
Once we were finished in the gym, he was going to do another set in the locker room; guys changing, and such; catching someone smelling someone's jock; catching some guy stroking in the shower; catching a couple of guys sucking in front of their lockers.
Again, he said he just needed some guys to be onlookers, so that the action was also going on in front of guys that were dressed, or looking at them. It could be any kind of sex, so if some guy wanted to piss on another, or double penetrate some guy, or anything like that, it was fine. But, he was not looking for bondage, CBT, or discipline.
He was going to have several guys shooting the pics, so he could get as many angles as possible.
Also, he wanted us to show up in sweaty workout clothes, to make it look more realistic.
He left it up to us to round up the other guys; and he included the location of the gym, and the time for Tuesday night.
Hank was laughing by the time the message ended. "That is going to be one wild photo session!"
We sat down and compiled a list of guys to contact, and sent out an e-mail, "bcc'ing" all the guys. We wanted to keep their e-mails private.
We wrote to Jimmy (of course), Jared, Drew, Will, Todd, Eric, Billy, Eldon, Mikail (he could do the straight guy routine really well!), Reggie or Matt or Nate or Sean - whatever name the frat guy was going by this week, and maybe Scott, the guy from the library (if he could track him down).
Hank also thought about inviting the massage guys, Michael, Mark, and Paul.
He added a note that if they knew someone else who would be cool with the whole thing, they could invite them; just send us their names, so we could give it to Thomas.
We had them RSVP back to us by Monday night so we could get the information to Thomas. I was hard, just thinking about the whole thing.
Hank laughed, and pulled down on my dick, and then released it so it bounced back and smacked me in the stomach! "Asshole!" I said.
"Fuckface!"
During dinner, downstairs in the cafeteria, guys dropped by our table asking us about the photo shoot. Jimmy had a list of guys that he thought would be cool with it. I didn't have any doubt that he would!
Todd came by, as well, and asked about the sessions. He had a friend that he thought might be interested, but wanted to know a little bit more. "So do we really have to be able to press huge amounts of weight? I would like to be in it, but I am not that fit. I could do the treadmill, or maybe some dumbbells, or something."
I laughed, "This isn't about really 'doing' the weight; it's about the action around the machines."
So Todd thought he could get the other guy to join in. When he left, Hank said, "Seems Todd has been out looking."
Hank had asked if I wanted to invite Blake, but I said, `no,' I didn't need his negativity and his clinginess. Hank laughed. "Besides," I added, "he would want to make sure every camera was aimed at him, and that he was the center of attention."
"But, just think about him changing out of his ROTC uniform while two other guys are naked and checking each other out," Hank suggested.
"Wrong!" I said. "Read my lips, 'NO BLAKE!' and that's the end of it!"
Hank laughed again.
After dinner, we walked by the commons room, and there was a bunch of guys in there; some we knew and some we didn't. Will was there and called out, "Hey, guys, I am on for Tuesday night."
"What's Tuesday night?" a guy, that I didn't know, asked. Before we could respond, Will said, "Just a photo shoot for a couple of the guys." He looked around and saw some of the quizzical looks on the guys, and added, "You know, like an Abercrombe and Fitch catalogue."
"Oh, so a bunch of guys running around half naked exuding 'bromance' attitude." That brought laughter, but parts of the shoot would be just that.
Another guy asked, "So tell me more about this." He was an average looking guy (isn't everyone in a dorm, except Hank?), but had a blond surfer style hair cut - long and shaggy.
"Drop by our room," Hank said, giving him the room number, "And I can explain it all to you." Hank took a step, and then asked, "What is your name?"
"Dale. Dale Lambert," he said.
"Hank. Hank Thomas," Hank said, and we headed back to the room. Of course, we stripped out of our clothes, and sat down at our desks to check e-mails and such.
There was a knock on the door, and Hank called, "Who is it?"
"Dale. Dale Lambert."
"Come on in," Hank called, and swung around in his chair to face the door.
Dale entered, took in Hank's naked form, and then looked at me. "You guys look like you are rather relaxed." He hadn't freaked out on finding two naked guys; that was a good sign.
He closed the door, and Hank stood, shook his hand, and asked him to have a seat in Hank's chair. Hank sat on the bed.
"So what's this photo shoot all about?" He had scanned us, but was now focused on Hank's face, or mine, when he looked at me.
"There is this post grad photography major. He takes some wild photos. He is all about guys and sexuality." He still didn't bolt for the door.
"Okay," he said shrugging his shoulders.
"So this shoot takes place in a gym, and a bunch of guys are working out. Some of them dare others to do their workouts in their jocks, or naked. There is some hooking up between some of the guys. Other guys will either watch the action, or jerk themselves off, while watching what's going on."
Hank paused to judge Dales' reactions. There wasn't any look of disgust on his face or anything, so Hank continued on. "Then it moves to the locker rooms and showers for similar kind of action. There will be several photographers taking shots from all angles of all the guys."
"Thomas, the post grad, may give some direction, but, basically, he will watch how the action develops and capture the images."
"Will the gym be open to the public during this, or is it a closed session?" Was he saying he wouldn't mind doing it in public? Was he an exhibitionist like Hank?
"I believe it is a closed session," Hank said. He looked at me and cocked an eyebrow, as if to say, 'Is this guy for real?'
"And, is there any payment involved?" Dale asked, leaning forward, seemingly eager for more information.
"Yeah," Hank said. "Each model will receive $200 for the evening; and, typically, Thomas pays in cash."
"I would be interested, if that's okay with you guys," he said, looking back and forth between us.
"Have you ever done any modeling?" Hank asked.
"I suppose you could call it that. Back in the little town I came from, the local pharmacy also developed film and did portrait pictures of families and such. The owner, a Mr. Taylor, asked me if I would let him take some pictures of me in my football uniform."
Dale smiled, "I said sure. When I got there, the place was closed, and after Mr. Taylor let me in, he locked the doors and took me upstairs to his studio.
"He started with a bunch of standard football photos, but then he asked if he could get one of me showing all the pads. I pulled off my jersey and pants, and let him get some shots.
"He seemed like a really nice guy. He kept telling me how handsome I was, and how well-developed my muscles were. I enjoyed posing for him.
"Then he asked if it would be all right if he got some pictures of me just in my jock. So I stripped off all the pads, and let him take some more shots. He had me sit on a high stool, and took pictures from the front and back. And, he had me down, posing like I was a line-man on the football field."
Was Dale aware of what kind of man Mr. Taylor was? Did he understand that he just wanted Dale naked? I wondered.
"He told me how strong my legs were, and how tight my butt was. I had always thought I looked good, but I like it when someone else tells me that. My girlfriends were always going on about how big my biceps were."
I wondered if everything on him was big? Now I was sounding like Jim at the photo department.
"He explained to me that the Greek athletes did all their sports in the nude, so that their true form and physical strength could be observed. He wondered if I would be interested in posing like a Greek athlete.
"I didn't mind, so I pushed my jock down and kicked it off. He took a bunch more pictures of me, in a lot of different positions, with the football, and without. He positioned me in strange positions, but continued to compliment me on how well I looked, and how well my muscles worked and moved."
Dale looked back and forth between us, and then put on a big, fat smile, "Guys, I knew all along about Mr. Taylor. I just let him do his thing. I had heard about him from other guys on the team. They said he gave a great blow job, and is a very nice man. So, yeah, I ended up laying back in the big stuffed chair he had in his studio, while he swallowed my dick and gave me one of the best blow jobs I have ever had."
Dale's crotch had expanded during his telling of the tale. "So I have no problems with guys who want to see me naked, or anyone who wants to suck on my dick. I just don't suck guys."
He looked at us again. "Don't get me wrong; I don't think there is anything wrong with gay men; I just want to be a giver, not a receiver. I've heard that a guy's ass is really tight, but I've never tried that." He smiled again, "Not that I would be opposed to trying it either!"
This guy was going to be perfect for the photo shoot. Hank said, "So, just so we don't have to take your word for it, would you mind taking off your clothes and letting us see what you look like?"
"Sure, I can do that." He stood and began pulling off his clothes. "You guys are already naked, so why would I mind doing that?"
In just a minute or so, he was standing in front of us, naked, pulling lightly on his cock. He was a well-muscled athlete, and looked like a quarterback.
"Nice," Hank said, looking him over from top to bottom. "Turn around," he instructed. Dale did so, obviously enjoying showing off his body.
"Thanks," Dale said, and it wasn't in some cocky, "you better believe it's nice," kind of way.
He sat back down in the chair, "So I can do the photo shoot with you guys?'
Hank smiled and said, "Dale, you certainly can." Hank got Dale's e-mail address and sent the location information to him. "And, just do whatever you want to do, and whatever feels right. No bondage or discipline or stuff like that," Hank concluded.
"Find by me. Not into that stuff myself." He looked Hank over top to bottom. "You are one fine looking specimen of a man."
He looked from me to Hank. "I suppose you two are hooked up together?" And before we could answer, he continued, "'Cause, Hank, I could see us having a little fun together."
Hank laughed and said, "Yes, we are hooked up." Hank looked at me and smiled, "But we might be open to a little three way."
Dale's dick was growing at the thought of that. "I don't know. I haven't been with too many guys one on one; you know, other than a quick blow job." He thought for a moment. "Might be interesting to find out what it would be like."
"You know, Dale, you seem to be a pretty well put together guy," I said, "physically, mentally and emotionally." I smiled at Hank and said, "I do think it would be fun to explore you, and help expand your horizons."
Hank had made me much bolder in these situations. I walked over to Dale and knelt in front of him. I hefted his steadily growing dick in my hand. "Yes, it might be fun." His dick was now sticking up and pointing to the ceiling.
I stood up then, with my crotch at his eye level, and let him take in my dick and balls, close up. He studied them well.
"But, not tonight," I said, backing away from Dale.
He frowned, but then said, "Okay, but if you want to give it a try, just let me know." He smiled at Hank and said, "And you have my e-mail address, so just drop me a line."
He stood up, and Hank did as well. Hank moved up real close to Dale and ran his hand down Dale's back and along his ass and left his hand resting there. With the other, he reached out and encircled Dale's dick.
"Kyle, are you sure you don't want to give it a try tonight?"
Dale shuddered and remained in Hank's control. I was getting hard thinking about the possibilities. I had really been thinking of trying to be exclusively Hank's, but he kept coming up with these tempting ideas that got me involved with other guys.
I stepped closer to Dale and rested my hand on his ass, and, with the other ran it across his well-developed chest.
"Yes!" Dale moaned. Hank released Dale's dick, and then took one of Dale's hands and put it at my dick, and Dale took hold of my cock. Then Hank took Dale's other hand and guided it to Hank's dick. He gripped it as well. Hank then put his hand back on Dale's dick.
"Do you like that?" Hank whispered. Dale had his eyes closed.
"Yes," he sighed.
Hank moved a hand around Dale's ass, and then slid a finger along the crease of his ass.
"Yes," Dale moaned again. I tweaked one of his nipples, and a gasp escaped his lips.
Hank was pressing on Dale's hole with one finger and leaning in to smell Dale.
I leaned in as well and, together, we blew softly on his neck. He shivered again.
I leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips, and he responded with passion and a moan. "Please," Dale begged.
Hank took over the kiss and asked, in a whisper into Dale's ear,"What do you want us to do?"
"Anything, please," he said again.
Hank guided us over and down onto our bed. At first, we were just all three entwined in a tangle of arms and hands, touching everywhere and kissing.
We rolled Dale onto his back and Hank switched directions on the bed. He started playing with Dale's dick and balls, while I kept up a steady round of rubbing his chest, tweaking his nipples, and getting lip-locked with him.
His hand never left my cock, and he played gently with it, as if trying to get to know it.
I watched Hank spread Dale's legs wide, and moved his mouth down lower between Dale's legs.
I looked over and saw Hank's wonderful dick waving in the wind. Then I moved Dale's head over closer to it, so he could begin smelling it and feeling it against his face.
Dale was moaning now, his eyes were still closed, and you could tell he wanted more.
"Please," he murmured, as he moved closer to Hank's dick. I saw him lick the tip of it, and smiled. That was nice. Then I leaned down and nibbled on his nipples some more.
He moaned again. I saw Hank lick a finger, and then slide it down between Dale's legs.
Hank continued to suck on his dick, while playing with Dale's hole.
Dale suddenly gripped my dick very hard, and moved away from Hank's dick. "No, sorry, guys," he said raising up. "Can't do this." He smiled at each of us and said, "I still want to do the photo shoot with you. I hope this doesn't change anything, but I don't think I can continue, or maybe it's just that I am not ready to try those things."
"But you two are hot looking guys, and I can see why you are used in the photo shoots!" He climbed off of the bed, and started putting on his clothes.
Hank turned around on the bed and absently played with my dick. "You don't want to finish the blow job I was giving you?" Hank asked.
He pulled on his boxers, trapping the head of his still rigid cock in the waist band. "Nah, not this time. You were doing a great job and all, but I'm just not ready for all of this."
As he pulled on his jeans, he continued to smile and said, "You two seem to have a good thing going. Why would you want to invite me into the middle of it."
I laughed, and Hank said, "Well, we sometimes like to see what it would be like with a particular guy, and sometimes guys want to learn the ins and outs (so to speak) of gay sex with someone they trust." He smiled, "And we like to oblige them. Kyle was naive about the whole man to man sex thing, and, as he learned things, he wanted to share them."
Dale smiled, and said, "So which category did I fall into?" He was pulling on his shirt.
I laughed and said, "The first one!"
He grabbed his shoes and said, "You two are really something. I'll see you at the photo shoot."
Hank moved over closer to me and said, "I think you might be all warmed up with no place to go."
I leaned in and kissed him, and then said, "I can think of some place to go."
We were so familiar and comfortable with each other that Hank knew where to touch me and what to do to push all my buttons, and I knew the same for him.
Soon, it was my turn to be the giver, and I felt very comfortable in this role. We had certainly practiced it enough, and I mentally smiled at that.
Hank's hole was tight, as usual, and he knew how to massage my dick with it. I, in turn, knew how to rub the head of my dick across his prostate, creating the friction that would put him over the edge, as well.
All the while, we were passionately kissing and moaning to each other. I had really meant for this to last, but Hank was driving me crazy! Such a hot ass!
I was thrusting deeply inside him and groaning, as the wave of orgasm began to overwhelm me. It was so great! I was shooting in Hank, and he was shooting between us. Man, I just can't get enough of this!
As we rolled apart to catch our breaths, Hank said, "Wow, something got you all wound up. You were really working away on my ass!" He chucked and said, "Must have been that warming lube that I used!"
"Asshole!" I said.
"Fuckface!" he said.
We snuggled up together and fell asleep.
The next morning we had several e-mails confirming guys for the photo shoot. I expected that there would be more, but Hank reminded me that not everyone got up as early as we did.
During a break in classes, I went to seek out the massage guys to see if they would be interested. On the way there, I ran into Marshall.
"Kyle, you look really great! Not only do you look happy, but you look like you are really getting fit." He patted me on the shoulder.
I said, "I have Hank to thank for most of that." Then I sat down my backpack and did a handstand right there, and walked around a bit. "He taught me that, as well," I said, after I was back on my feet.
"Well, he may have taught you those things, but you accomplished them! And don't ever forget that! YOU are what makes you; you, not someone else." That was so typical Marshall.
"Yes, and I completely understand. I AM much more confident than I was back when I first saw you. And Hank TAUGHT me a great deal about that. But you are correct; I am the one who made the changes." I was beaming. I felt so good about myself and the changes that had occurred in me. Marshall did kind of bring that into focus for me.
"That's good news, Kyle. And you remember . . . if you ever want to talk about anything, or if I can do anything for you, just give me a call."
I thought for a moment. "Would you like to be in a photo shoot?" I mean, after all, he did have a good looking body, and he could play one of the older members of the gym.
"What kind of photo shoot," he asked cautiously.
I explained the scenario to him, and when I finished, he laughed and said, "Sounds like something Larry and I could get into, but since they are going to be made public, I don't think I should be in the shoot!"
I laughed, and said, "Oh, so if it was just Hank, and I, and a couple of guys, and no cameras, you and Larry would?" The thought of having sex with a cop was very interesting!
He really did laugh then. "No, don't go putting words in my mouth." I wondered if I could put anything else in his mouth, but then I wondered why my brain was running to sex at every instance today.
"Larry and I don't usually play outside the house. We are pretty monogamous; and besides, with his job, it would be bad if something went public showing him in a compromising position." I wondered what positions those would be.
"But I am flattered that you considered me for the shoot." He laughed, and said, "Does that mean that you secretly want to have sex with your therapist?"
"Who said anything about secretly?" I replied, and got a roar of laughter from him.
"You are doing much better! And you have a great sense of humor." He shook his head and laughed, and said, "Just so you know . . . it is a well documented fact that patients often get fixated on their therapists, and imagine them together in sexual situations."
I laughed, as I thought of several situations I would like to have Marshall in!
When I got to the massage therapy place, Mark was there, but Michael was working on someone, and Paul wasn't in yet. So I took Mark aside, and told him all about the photo shoot.
He smiled and said, "That sounds like fun. I am sure that Paul would like it as well. I am not sure about MIchael, but I can ask him." He patted me on the shoulder and said, "Thanks for thinking about me."
I gave him my e-mail address, and said he could shoot me an e-mail as to who would be attending, and I would send him all the information on the shoot.
When I finished, he asked, "Hey, would it be alright, if I brought someone else along?"
"Sure, would he be up for all of this?"
He laughed and said, "Yeah, he definitely would. He's a bit older, but still in great shape."
I knew that if Mark thought he was in great shape, then I could take his word on it.
"Hey, when are you coming back in? I would really like to get my hands on you again!"
I laughed and said, "I need to find time for that. I think it could be very relaxing."
"Yes, VERY relaxing," Mark said, as he waved goodbye.
Back at the room, I put together a spreadsheet with all the guy's names listed, and their response.
We had more e-mails and more confirmations. There were also additional names to add. This was going to be a wild night. I didn't think I could remember all the names; I wasn't that good with names. Hank kept kidding me about it ever since I messed up his mother's name once. Her name is Ellen, but for some reason, I called her Martha. Maybe because she cooks like Martha Stewart?
During dinner in the dining room, we were bombarded with guys stopping by to confirm, ask questions, or introduce us to a guy who wanted to be in on the photo shoot.
I was entering names on my phone so I could transfer them later. We were going to have to ask Thomas if there was a limit to the number of guys that he wanted. I think we were at least to 20, and could be to 30 by the time it was over.
Hank arranged a run and workout for all the guys, prior to leaving for the gym, so we would be nice and sweaty by the time we got there. It was certainly going to be a wild and crazy night. Which made me think of Steve Martin.
As always, thanks to my editor, but I am responsible for any errors or inconsistencies. And comments or suggestions are always welcome harryrod575@yahoo.com
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