He tossed me a wash cloth. "Wipe up the last of it, and then we are back to our room for our sit ups. It's almost 2:00 am, and we have to get up for our run in the morning!" He was beaming, as he gathered up our stuff and pulled on a robe. He tossed me one, which I wrapped around myself. He put the towels in the hamper, gathered up his shaving stuff and my clothes, and we headed back to our room.
Our room -- mine and my brother's! Wow! And how many days had it been since I met him?
Back in our room, I hung up my robe and my clothes, and still marveled at the sensuous feel of material across my shaved flesh. But it was either the wiriness or some point that I had crossed, but my cock stayed down. I still took in the vision of Hank's naked body, and more so now with his covering of hair. It contrasted even more with me. Before, I had been nearly hairless; now I was hairless.
He smiled at me as he saw my glance. "Taking in the contrast?" he asked.
"Yes," I answered.
"That's why you have to go in and sign up for modeling with me. I think that we can work together, and they will pay more and enjoy the contrasts," he smiled again. "And I think that we could take some more pictures for the website and sell those as well." He looked at me and then added, "But more on that tomorrow."
He moved around and got down on the floor between our beds. "Time for our sit-ups. I'll go first tonight." I moved over and sat down on his feet, enjoying the warmth of his feet and the closer view of him. He began his sit-ups, pumping them out. I watched as the six-pack of his abs flexed and tightened, as he zipped through them, including touching elbow to opposite knee. He was smiling as he did it, knowing that he was impressing me. At first, I thought he was adjusting his feet, but soon I wasn't sure. His big toe of his left foot seemed to have moved around and was now directly under my hole.
Each time he lowered down, he flexed his toe and it worked against my hole. With my feet planted on either side of his waist and my hands holding his calves, there wasn't much I could do. At one point, his toe actually pushed against my hole and went in a bit. His expression didn't change; it was as if he wasn't aware of what was happening. At about number 100, his toe was actually inside me!
My cock started to react to this invasion by swelling. He also didn't seem to notice this, but his toe kept up its work on my hole, violating it each time he reclined. By 150, I was fully hard and totally focused on the sensations in my hole as he rubbed my hole and stretched it. It only made me wonder what it would feel like to be fucked - something I had read about, and wondered often at the feeling.
I faltered in my counting, and he chuckled and said, "Pay attention; that was 176, not 178," as he gave my hole another flex of his toe. I began to breathe more raggedly as he pushed to finish his 200. I was so on edge that it was difficult to keep up the count, and was glad and frustrated and horny as hell when I finally counted to 200.
When he was finished, he just moved his feet and raised his butt for me to slide my feet under, as if nothing had happened. I was shaking as I slid my feet under his warm ass. It felt so great. I wiggled my toes, but he just eased his butt a bit, and just smiled, and gripped my calves and looked at me, ready to count. I was trembling as I attempted to get my first one in. He laughed and said, "You are slacking there, little brother. What are you - Samson and I have sapped your strength by shaving your hair?" He was chuckling as he watched me struggle to get a rhythm going.
Once again, emotions were swirling around my head; the whole shaving rite of passage, and then his toe up my ass. But I finally got it going, and was blowing out my breaths as I pumped up the sit-ups. As I began to pump them out, my cock subsided with the pressure of keeping up the pace, but that didn't keep it from rolling around in my brain. I got to the first 100 and thought I was going to pass out, but he kept pushing. At 125 I really was wiped out, but he pushed me though 22 more. I collapsed back and he said, "I bet $50 you can't do 10 more.
I almost cried out, but I pulled myself up and nodded, and worked out 7 more, and slowly edged down almost to the ground, and tightened my stomach and pulled up another one. I was really tearing myself up on this, pushing hard and working it, and he kept urging me on. "Come on, little brother, just 2 more. You can do it!" I ground my teeth and squinted the tears out of my eyes and got another one out. "One more!" he said, as I wanted to collapse on the ground. But I clenched my gut and eyes and pulled myself up one more time, and then collapsed!
"Yes!" he screamed, as he raised up and leaned forward and clapped me on the head. "You did it! Way to go, little brother!" I could sense the pride in his voice and it made me feel wonderful. It was so good to receive his praise. But I struggled to relax my stomach that threatened to cramp up. I heard him walk back towards me and he says, "Here." I opened one eye and saw his extended hand with the money. I reached up and took the money, and my hand collapsed back to the floor. He laughed.
I lay there for a few minutes, panting and gasping for breath, and figuring that I wouldl end up here all night, as I didn't think I had the strength to move. "Time for bed, lazy bones. Now get up and get into bed. You have to get up early in the morning for your run." He walked over and held out his hand to help me up. I managed to stand, and he clapped me on the shoulder, "Way to go, little brother!"
I put the money on my dresser and headed over to my bed. I climbed in and started to pull the covers over me when he said, "Mind if I sleep here, too?" I looked up at his smile and beautiful body and nodded. "I told you I miss sleeping with my brothers." He climbed in and spooned behind me, and I relished the warmth of his body and scent of his manliness. Wow, sleeping another night with a naked man, would I ever get used to it?
He snuggled up close and I smiled, and was soon sound asleep from exhaustion. I woke up once to the sounds of Hank's soft snoring near my ear, smiled, and went back to sleep. I woke up in the same position and felt Hank behind me, and then felt his hard cock against my crack. Man, I wondered what that would feel like inside me. I wiggled back against it and realized I had my own morning wood. I didn't want to move though. I wanted to lay here next to him, feeling his heat and his cock. I felt him move, as if he was thrusting against my ass a couple of times, and then I heard him yawn.
"Morn' little brother." He moved again, and I felt his shaft against my crack again. "Oh, sorry, little brother, morning wood."
"'Sokay, feels good." I said sleepily and then realized what I said. "I mean, I have one too." I moved away from him just a bit; I didn't want to freak him out, now that things were going so well.
He slapped me playfully on my ass and said, "Get up, so I can get up! I have to take a mean whiz!"
I got up and was not so self-conscious this morning about my hard on. I followed him into the bathroom and stood next to him as he pointed his cock down and focused on hitting the bowl. I did likewise. But it wasn't until he was about half way through that I managed to get a stream going and join him in filling the bowl. He put his hand in the small of my back and said, "Way to go! You are pissing with the big boys now!'
I blushed a bit at his praise, but enjoyed it. He stood and waited while I finished up, and then we washed our hands together. Back in the room, he started pulling on his running gear, and I found mine, and realized I was a bit stiff and sore. I guess he saw me wince, because he said, "A little bit tight?"
"Yes. I feel it in my legs, arms, and abs," I said, flexing my body a bit.
"Nothing in your shoulders, that's good. Okay, we'll run a bit to get you warmed up, and then we will do some stretching before we really pour it on!" He smiled as he said it. He stood and put on his shoes, raising each foot, and bending to put on the shoe and tie it. I admired his strength and balance as he did that. I pulled on the sweaty jock, shorts, a t-shirt, and then sat on my bed to put on my shoes and socks.
Once dressed, he didn't hesitate a second before opening the door and heading out.
Down stairs, he started off at a light jog that I felt in my calves and thighs as we moved along. It felt good to use the muscles, but I felt it, definitely. After five minutes, he stopped and led me through a series of stretches. As we stood there working out the kinks, I thought about how the material in the jock, shorts, and shirt felt so much different on my skin. I had thought that it was cooler or something outside, because of the way they felt, but realized it was just the difference in how it felt against my skin.
He pushed me to get as much stretch as possible into every one of them. After a while, I was feeling a bit more limber and less stiff. While I was stretching, I thought of something. "Hank, how fast can you run a mile?"
"I can do a six minute mile, but usually, I have been pushing you to an eight minute mile. Why?"
"I bet you $30 you can't run a mile naked." I was amazed that I had the gumption to ask him that.
He stumbled a second, and then looked at me. "That is an amazing bet!" He looked at me, and then thought for a moment. "Little brother, you have made me, ah, lose my cool, my train of thought. That is a worthy bet." He thought for a moment. "One that really gives me pause." I could swear I saw him swallow hard and then blush just the tiniest bit.
"I accept," he said, and I was shocked. I looked around, and got excited at the prospect. "Shoes, too?" he asked.
I thought for a moment and said, "Yes, completely naked." This was going to be amazing!
He pulled off his shoes and socks, then pulled off his shirt. He stopped before dropping his shorts. "So where are you going to be?" I looked around and saw a building that I thought was a half mile away.
"See that pink building down there? You run to the building and back, and I'll stay here with your clothes."
He looked at me, and then smiled very nervously. He took a deep breath and pushed his shorts to the ground, stepped out of them, and then took off. I was aghast! I loved the way his ass moved as he raced away from me at the fastest pace he could manage without shoes. I picked up his shorts, t-shirt, and shoes, and stood and watched. Fortunately or unfortunately, he didn't have to cross any streets along this path, but he did have to cross several walking paths. I kept waiting for someone to come along one of the cross paths as he zoomed by, but no one did.
I saw him make it to the building and turn around. He was half way back when a group of students, guys and girls, came out of a side path about the same time he reached the intersection. He just kept running and the whole group turned and watched him run. By the time he reached me, he was smiling, but blushing. He laughed as he took the clothes from me, and, breathing heavily, pulled on his shorts. "Shit! That was amazing and scary and exhilarating and amazing!" His cock had swelled a bit and filled out his shorts as he pulled them on.
I was exhilarated for him! That had been amazing, watching this jock run naked around campus, and then how his cock flopped around as he ran towards me. Wow! That was definitely worth the money!
He pulled his shirt on and then began putting his socks and shoes on. "So how about you? Want to make your money back?" He looked at me as he bent to pull on his sock, then his shoe, and tie it.
My heart started beating fast; I hesitated, but then shook my head. I just couldn't do that.
"I'll double it. $60 if you do it." I needed the money to get the camera, but I just couldn't do what he had just done. I shook my head. He smiled, "$100."
That gave me pause. That would be 10% of the camera. Shit! I looked around campus. I saw some people in the distance. "What did you think when those people saw you?" I asked Hank.
"You're thinking about it!" He smiled. "I thought, `Fuck! Those people are going to get a free show!' and then I laughed at myself." He laughed, but I could tell it had gotten to him a bit. "Look, we are talking about posing nude for art students. You have to be prepared for the fact that people are going to see you naked. People that you don't know."
He had a point; we were supposed to go over there after breakfast and sign up. It still made me nervous, but I wanted to get the money and the experience, and I wanted to please Hank.
I dropped my hands and toed off my shoes, and then reached down and pulled off my socks. Hank stood and watched with wide eyes and a Cheshire cat smile. I pulled off my shirt and handed it to Hank. I took a deep breath and shakily pushed my shorts and jock down. The cool morning breeze felt strange across my sensitive hairless crotch. Strangely, I wasn't hardening up. But I wasn't going to stand around and wait for it to get hard! I took off running across the campus. I didn't look left or right, I just poured it on, running for all I was worth. I don't think I had ever run this fast.
I made it to the building and turned around and saw a group of people standing on the path. They had been watching me run away, and now I was running towards them. I went red, but kept running. They created a path down the center of their group and started applauding as I ran through. I was radiating heat and picking up the pace and pouring it on, pounding down the path back to Hank. He was laughing his ass off.
I ran on and finally got to him, completely winded and blushing and laughing and shaking and sweating, and reached for the jock and pulled it on, and then the shorts. My hands were shaking as I tried to get my foot in the shorts. I almost fell over, but managed to get one foot into the shorts, then fought and got the other one in, and yanked them up.
He was laughing as he handed me my shirt, and then he said through the laughter, "That was so great! Awesome, little brother. You really went through those people and didn't even bat an eye or rise up and salute them." He was laughing and doubled over.
I was getting hysterical myself, but he saw that I was losing it, and he said, "Get a grip little brother." He reached over and took hold of my arm and shook it a bit. "You did good; now get a hold of yourself." He watched me as I took several deep breaths, and then stood up straight and put on my shirt.
"That was so wild!" I said, after I had my shirt on. I leaned against the building and put on my socks and shoes. "I have never done anything like that!" I looked at him and smiled. "You keep pushing me to new limits." He laughed and rubbed my head. There was no hair there to ruffle, but he still rubbed it as if there was.
When I had my socks and shoes on, he said, "Let's go," and headed off down the path. He pushed me a little bit, but it seemed I had run harder when I was naked. I smiled at the thought of him running naked next to me, and then pictured the two of us running naked. Wow, what an image!
I kept up with him, but he was soon back at our dorm and we walked around a bit to cool down. He hadn't run that long today and he commented on it, "You had a good sprint there this morning, so I won't push it too much more today, but Friday morning, we are really going to put some distance on. Unless, of course, you come up with another bet, or decide you want to do the whole run naked." He looked at me as he said this.
I just smiled and shook my head. I kept seeing the two of us running naked in my mind. I liked that image. He made me do the steps 2 at a time up to our floor, so I was breathing deeply as we reached our room. Inside, he pulled off his running gear and hung it on the hook on his closet door. I had pulled off my shorts and was getting ready to pull off the jock when he said, "Add a little moisture to the jock. I think that this one is going to be ready to sell soon." He reached down and felt the sweaty jock and added, "Yeah, it is getting pretty sweaty, so add a little fragrance to it." He stood and watched as I managed to piss a few drops into the pouch. He smiled, "Way to go, little brother. Now all you need to do is to put a load of cum in it and it will be all set."
I looked at him to see if he expected me to do that right now. I had jerked off with him before, and was getting more comfortable with it, but to just stand here at his instruction and start jerking off felt a bit strange. He smiled, "You want to do it right now?" He looked at me and then added, "Or do you want to do it later? Or do you want me to do it with you?"
He smiled again. "See you can't embarrass me." He paused and said, "Well, you really did get to me with that bet. I was nervous there and a bit uncomfortable, I have to be honest with you. I have been naked around people, and in parking lots and things, but to just take off and run naked around campus was totally new to me, and you really caught me off guard." He walked over to his dresser, got his wallet, got out some money, and came over and handed it to me. "All I have is eighty. Do you have change?"
I walked over to my dresser, still in my jock, and took my wallet, opened it and saw that I had 2 fives. So I handed them back to him, and put that money, and the other money from last night, in my wallet and looked in it. I have money! Piles of it! Wow! This is going to go to my head. I took some of it out and put it in my sock drawer. I didn't want to be carrying around that much money. I might be tempted to spend it! So I just kept 20 in my wallet and put the rest away.
I turned back to him and he was still standing there naked. "So what did you decide?"
I looked at him quizzically.
"You want to put that load in that jock now by yourself, or with me, or at another time?" he smiled disarmingly, as he asked me.
With all that had happened this morning, I knew it wouldn't take me long to shoot a load, especially with him here with me, and the thought of him beating off with me made me want it all the more. Any chance to see Hank hard and stroking was something that shouldn't be passing up. "With you," I said.
"Okay, why don't you slip out of that jock and we can sit on the bed together and get a nice load for your jock and I'll put mine in one of the new pair of briefs." He sat down on his bed and patted the spot next to him. I scooted up next to him after slipping off the jock. I carried it in my right hand, already beginning to swell at the thought of jerking off with my roommate.
He reached over and took my left hand and put it on his cock, and then reached with his right and touched mine. I began to fill out quickly after that. Having his hand on me was almost an instant way to get me hard. He also played with my balls, and I moaned. I tried to keep pace and match what he was doing to me. His cock felt so heavy in my hand. My mouth watered as I wondered what it would taste like.
The contrast between us was emphasized as we sat thigh to thigh. His dark hair to my shaved flesh; the sight made me swell even more. "Be right back," he said, and moved over to his nightstand. He came back with a bottle. He put my hand back on his now nearly hard cock and put his back on mine. Then he opened the bottle and poured a couple of drops onto the head of my cock. He massaged it onto my shaft and the head of my cock, and it felt so good.
"A little lube to give you a different feel; this should get you going pretty well." He then dropped a couple of drops on the head of his cock and I massaged it on. Man, it made it feel good, both on mine and on his cock as I slid it up and down. I moaned again, and spread my legs a bit, making my leg more aligned with his. The increased contact was wonderful. I loved feeling the warmth of his body.
As he stroked my cock and rubbed his thumb across the head on each stroke, I sank more and more into the lust and horniness of the moment. This was the stuff of my fantasies, and I was now living it! Fucking wild!
"Feel good?" he asked, with a smile on his face.
"Yeah, awesome!" I sighed and sank a bit more into the bed, leaning a bit onto his shoulder. I was so caught up in the sensations that I asked, "Hank, did you do other things with the guys you messed around with in high school?"
"Like what?" he asked, as he squeezed my dick tightly, and then stroked a bit faster.
"Ahhh! Oh fuck! That feels so good" I groaned. Then I focused on his question. "I mean beyond jerking off your buddies?"
"Do you mean, did we dare each other to walk around naked and hard? Or do you mean other things as in more physical things between two guys?" He was smiling, and I didn't know if he was joking with me or leading me on to see what I would suggest.
I blushed a bit, not as much as I had done on the first day, but I still felt the heat on my face. "Both, I guess," I said shyly.
He laughed, and reached over with his other hand and played with my balls with one hand and increased his speed with the other one. I gasped, and knew he was pushing me closer and doing it fast! I tried to match what he was doing with me, but with only one hand, and saw him tense a bit. I was getting caught up in the moment and he was too. ??I watched as his legs began to tense up, and I was there as well, and knew that I was rushing towards the precipice. I began panting as I worked on his cock and he worked diligently on mine. Oh shit! It was coming fast! I closed my eyes and began a low moan deep in my throat, and did to his cock what I wanted done to mine, and went with it. I felt the sensations wash over me and heard him say, "Yes!" as I lost it and began to blow. I didn't know if it was in response to the question or just the acknowledgement of the moment.
He kept up on my cock until I couldn't shoot any more, then he was milking my cock to get the last of the cum out. Then the head became ultra sensitive and I gasped and pulled my hips back to disengage from his hand. He smiled, and pushed up into my milking hand. I shuddered from head to toe at the release as I came down from the euphoria of the moment.
I had forgotten about the jock, until I watched Hank pick up his white briefs to wipe up the cum with. I then used the jock to wipe up the cum from my chest and stomach. I saw that I had a bit of cum on my hand, so I brought it to my lips and licked it, and then realized that it was Hank's, not mine, and looked over at Hank. He smiled and asked, "Taste good?" I blushed deeply then, and sheepishly nodded my head. He laughed, and rubbed my head.
"These should do good on the site," Hank said, as he got off the bed and hung up the briefs on the hook on the door of his closet. He waited for me to bring the jock to him. He looked at it and then said, "Maybe you want to wear it for another day or so?" I thought about wearing his jock another day with my cum in it, and felt my cock swell again.
"Whatever you think," I said.
He laughed at me again and rubbed my head. "Time for a shower now, then breakfast, then over to the art department to sign up for modeling, then on to class." He grabbed his stuff and put on a robe, but didn't tie it. "Bet you $25 you won't walk to the showers with your robe untied."
He really had me in his thrall, because I didn't even hesitate, but said, "You're on!" I put on my robe and left it open. I grabbed my stuff and headed out. In the hall, I noticed that he had secured his robe while I had mine gaping. I thought he was going to go untied. Shit! We passed a couple of our dorm mates in the hall. I thought I caught them looking down at my crotch, but I couldn't be sure. I just kept walking. I was proud of myself that I hadn't gone hard, and it wasn't until I was hanging up my robe that I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and saw my shaved crotch that glistened from the cum and lube, and thought, `Oh, shit!'
Hank clapped me on the shoulder and just chuckled as he hung up his own robe. There were a couple of other guys in the shower as we entered, and I wondered if they saw my moist condition. I headed over to the shower and got under the spray as fast as possible. Hank just stood outside the spray for a bit, adjusting the water, then stepped under.
I watched the other guys shower, soaping themselves until they turned towards our direction, then I diverted my eyes. I had been studying the hair on their crotch and what their cocks looked like. One guy was smaller than I was, but, of course, had hair around his cock. The other guy hung about the same length, but was not circumcised. I was interested in what that would feel like.
I went on washing myself and soaping up my body, including cleaning my cock and balls. The shaved areas were still very sensitive. And as I washed my arm pits, I remembered that they were shaved as well. I looked back and saw the guy with the foreskin cleaning his cock, moving the skin back. It was fascinating.
The two of them finished before us, turned off their showers, and went out to dry off. I turned and looked over at Hank. He was smiling at me. I don't know if he had seen me studying the other guy's cock or not. I hoped he hadn't. Then I thought back to the question I had asked in the room, and wondered if I had gotten an answer to it, but now was not the time to clarify it. I put my head under the spray, and saw Hank getting sucked by one of his friends. Then the image changed, and it was me sucking his cock! I turned the water colder, and shivered as it began its work on my libido.
Hank was chuckling as I turned off the water and I shivered as I grabbed my towel and began to dry off. He wrapped his towel around his waist, and went over to the sinks to shave, brush his teeth, etc. I watched as he applied his deodorant to his hairy armpits, and saw the contrast as I did my own. He smiled again, as he saw the focus of my gaze.
We finished up and packed up our stuff. By that time we were alone in the shower area. "How about another $25 if you walk back to our room naked? I'll carry your robe and towel. You can carry your shaving kit, but not over your crotch. What do you say?"
I was a little more together at this point and couldn't imagine doing that, but I thought about how I had run naked this morning and walked nearly naked to the shower, and thought about the camera and how the money would help with that. I thought it wasn't very far really, and, after all, I was going to sign up for the modeling. I was going to have to get used to this. It still caused my cock to stir just a bit, but I nodded to Hank. He got a surprised look on his face, but smiled and said, "Way to go little brother,"
As he gathered up our stuff, I thought about betting him to walk naked as well, but I wanted to keep the money. I was getting greedy. I also thought that I didn't want to share his nakedness with others. I enjoyed having it to myself. I took my shaving kit in hand, took a deep breath, opened the door, and turned to head to our room - and ran right into a guy and a girl in the hallway! I blushed, mumbled "excuse me," and headed off towards my room. I was still blushing as I opened the door and went in.
I was standing there breathing deeply when Hank walked in. I started to say something when I saw that Todd was with him. Hank hung up his robe and towel and handed me mine, which I hung up as well. Todd said "hi" to me and I said "hello," not knowing what to do. I thought we were supposed to be getting ready for class, but Hank just stood talking with Todd about the poker game. Todd looked back at me. I saw him take in my whole body, obviously noting the shaved crotch and all. I could see it in his face by the way his expression changed when he saw it, but he didn't say anything; he just kept talking with Hank.
They finished talking, and Todd said he'd see me on Friday night, and left. Hank grinned and said, "You did great little brother when you ran into that couple in the hall way. I was proud of you." He walked over to his dresser and got his wallet. He handed me $50 and I put it in my sock drawer. I loved seeing that money in there. He got dressed and made sure that I put on a pair of the white briefs, after he asked me if I didn't want to wear the jock.
I did speak up then and say, "No, not the jock, but I don't think those briefs you had this morning have been worn enough." He smiled, as he handed them to me. They were still damp from his cum as I pulled them on. I loved the chill of the cool jizz as it moved over my cock.
"Okay, you make sure you wear them and get them nice and used. Wouldn't want the customers cheated." He smiled.
We finished getting dressed and headed down to breakfast. I was very hungry as we went through the cafeteria line. Once again, Hank picked what I should be eating. It was a honey bran muffin, a couple of boiled eggs, a low fat yogurt, a bowl of berries, a banana, and a bottle of 2% milk. I dove into it with gusto. I was famished.
I asked Hank about the poker game, and he proceeded to explain about how the game was played. I understood how to play poker, but had never played Texas Hold 'em, and couldn't grasp what he was saying. I was distracted by the food, and thoughts of Hank's naked ass running across campus. And then I had visions once again of kneeling at Hank's feet naked, taking his cock out of his shorts and sucking it. I heard words like blind and river, but they failed to register. I knew I would regret not paying attention on Friday night.
We cleared our trays and then headed out. Hank led the way to the art building. At the main desk, he asked where we were to go to sign up for modeling. The young woman at the desk gave us a look up and down, and then pointed down the hall to a room. Hank knocked on the door, and we were told to come in.
He explained that we were there to sign up for modeling. The guy there had us sign a form, and put down the times we would be available. Then he told us to take off our shirts. Hank crossed his arms across his chest to the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it up. I managed one arm at a time. The guy appraised us, and said, "Shaved. Interesting. That will go over well in some of the classes. Are you shaved everywhere?"
I nodded, and tried not to blush. I felt a bit of heat rise as I thought he was going to make me prove it. "Okay, good. Mark that down on your form in the section called Special Notes. Any tattoos or scars that I can't see?" We answered no. "Any piercings?" he said, looking at our crotches. Again we answered no.
"Okay. You guys are going to get lots of work, unless more people sign up. I have one other guy and one girl signed up and about 10 slots a week. It pays $30 an hour. I actually could use both of you this afternoon." He checked a schedule on paper and said, "Yes, the advanced photography class needs two models. They concentrate on the shadows the two figures create. Be here at 2:45 pm. You will leave your clothes, backpacks, etc., here and change into those cotton robes and then go into the studio for the session." He wrote our name down on the paper.
"I'll have the rest of the week's schedule done by that time." He took our forms and then looked at us, "Would you want to do any private modeling? Some of our senior art majors, professors, etc., sometimes need models for private shoots. It pays $40 an hour, and can be at any time - usually when models are available, and are sometimes in the evenings. This means you can get in some extra hours without messing up your class schedule." He said it all, as if he was reading it from a card, without looking at us. He was busy on his computer.
"Sure," Hank said. "Sign us up anytime we don't have class." He looked at me and smiled.
"Great," the guy said, and made a note on our forms. "See you at 2:45." He went back to his computer, while Hank and I put our shirts back on, picked up our packs, and headed out.
"See, that was easy," he said. He grinned, "and at $60 an hour and $80 an hour, you are going to be getting your camera sooner, rather than later. Maybe I shouldn't have said I would pay you double."
"Hank, you don't have to pay me," I started, afraid to wreck our friendship over money.
"Hush, little brother, I am just kidding. I want to help you and this is a way to get you your camera, as well as get you a little looser about being naked in front of people." He smiled, and rubbed my head again. "Besides, once you get your camera, you are on your own. I won't be paying you double any more!" He grinned again, "And don't forget you have to do some modeling for me, before you get so famous your rates go through the ceiling!" He rubbed my head again as I blushed at his flattery.
Outside the art building, we parted and headed off to our respective classes. All the way there, I kept seeing pictures of Hank naked, as guys took pictures of him. And then I saw guys taking pictures of me naked, and my cock swelled. I almost ran into a student as my daydream took over my vision. I said excuse me, and tried to focus. Shit! Naked with Hank, while people took pictures of us. I flashed again on me naked at Hank's feet, sucking on his cock, and then I saw camera's going off getting pictures of it, and I felt a wave of panic as my cock grew.
I came to reality, and realized that I had passed up my building while in my fantasy. I backtracked and found my class just as the lecture began. I got out my notebook and began to take notes, but soon my mind was going back over the last couple of days.
So much had happened so quickly, and I was really becoming enthralled with Hank. I could sit and drink him in all day long, especially when he was naked. I smiled, and especially when he was hard and I had my hand on his cock. My cock swelled and hardened at the thought of Hank's hand on my cock. Then I realized I was wearing briefs with his spunk in them, and my cock throbbed. And I had tasted his cum!
Focus! Focus! I said to myself.
Then I was feeling his hard cock against my crack, and I remembered the picture of Hank fucking some girl, and then I was in the picture, and it was me that he was fucking, and...oh, shit! What an image!
I was lost again, until I heard the noise around me and saw that everyone was packing up their books and notebooks. Class was over. Shit! I looked down at my notebook and I saw that I had written Hank on my page 10 times. Shit!
I quickly put my stuff into my pack and, carrying it in front of me, left the class and tried to figure out where my next class was. Fuck! I had to get it together here. I was acting like some love struck teenage girl.
I managed to find my next class and to get seated before the lecture began. I kept trying to take notes and managed to write down my assignments. Images of Hank once again swirled through my mind.
At lunch, I sat and ate what Hank had outlined for me during breakfast. As I picked out the items, I kept imagining him there pointing out the choices. Then I pictured him next to me during lunch, telling me about his brothers and his high school friends.
I ate slowly, savoring the images, and then put away my stuff and headed off to my photography class. That kept my attention. The instructor talked about sign-ups for modeling again, and noted that I had signed up. I bowed my head a bit self consciously as he did that, then began thinking about a new digital camera, and what I could do with it. Something about hoping for something was having an affect on me. I wanted the camera; I wanted to do whatever it took to get it. And that led me to wanting Hank, and thinking would I do anything to get him?
I went back to focusing on the class and the projects we had. When the discussion turned to our nude project, the instructor talked about various types of nudes, including pornographic. Thoughts of taking pornographic pictures of Hank got me mentally smiling. I thought of various things I would like to see him doing. Maybe I could dare him or bet him to do them, like fucking himself with something, jerking off into his own mouth, naked outside and jerking off. The possibilities were endless, and the instructor was saying that he was not going to dictate that we couldn't do porn, as he believed in free expression, but he said that the photos would be judged on composition, exposure, and contrasts, not on content. He said, "So if you want to take a picture of a woman's vagina, then you better take a look at how Edward Weston did an artichoke or some of his fruit pictures," then chuckled.
I knew of his work, and understood what he meant about his pictures; they stressed contrasts and shades, making the object look like a work of art, rather than just a piece of fruit or a vegetable. I wondered how I could do that with Hank's cock. I thought of a black and white photo of his cock in stark light showing off the hair patterns and the veins on his cock. I was feeling a swelling as I thought about this.
I looked at my watch and realized I only had 30 minutes before our first modeling session. My heart thumped a bit as I thought about being naked in front of a bunch of guys, and being with a naked Hank. It was going to be a fun semester!
Thanks for all the comments, suggestions and photos of what you think Hank and Kyle look like. By the way there is a web site called naughtybids.com that does sell guys used underwear.
Email -- harryrod575@yahoo.com
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harry