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Christian Men 2
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Christian Men
By Mitchell Knight
Part 2
When I called up Jon, he asked if Jason, the guy who was fourth on
my list and whom I didn't know, could come along.
"You mean photograph you together?" I asked, confused.
"No, we just wondered if we could watch while the other did it.
Like moral support," Jon explained.
"Sure, that's fine."
Anything they could do to make it easier for themselves was fine
with me. I really didn't know Jon too well, so I wasn't sure what I was
going to do with him, and I didn't know Jason at all.
When I arrived at the studio I just unpacked my equipment and
looked at possible set ups. I saw few things I could try and then they
showed up.
Jon Nelson was about 6'2", thin but well-proportioned. He was all
wiry muscle and angular in look. He had black straight hair which he let
grow a little long in back. His eyes were small and brown. He had a long
thin nose and thing lips in a long, thin, but attractive face.
He undressed first and then Jason went and changed. While Jon had
changed, I'd set up a scenario I thought would work. It was a black and
white checkered background and I placed a black stool in front. Black
shag carpet completed the picture.
Setting Jon in the scene pleased my eye very much. His skin
wasn't as white as I would have liked, but it was still pale and fit in
with the contrasts. His angular, lithe body fit the starkness of the
setting. I had him pose with a very serious expression.
Jason joined us in his bathrobe as I took Jon's picture. Jon was
hairless all over except for a small patch of black pubic hair above his
thin limp penis. His balls were tight against his body in their exposed
condition.
I had Jon lay on the floor in various positions before removing
him from that setting. I put together a faux nature scene from the
available materials. I didn't like its fake appearance, but I couldn't do
any better on such short notice. I didn't realize Jason was going to turn
out to be a nature god.
He had blond hair, a lighter shade than my sandy blond, and he
wore it long so it covered his ears but didn't quite reach his shoulders.
It was straight and feathered. He had large brown doe eyes and soft skin
with soft rounded features. He was about six feet and had an average build.
I took some photos of Jon in the nature scene, but they were only
for practice. I let him dress once I put my nature boy in the scene. He
had defined pectorals with a swirl of blond hair around each nipple. His
belly was lightly furred and his crotch had light brown pubic hair. His
penis was small and thin with average size hairless balls.
To my eye he seemed perfect in the fake nature setting. I just
wished I could get him in real nature, but I knew that would be too much
to ask and a risky endeavour.
The photo shoot went well for so little preparation. I went home
feeling satisfied and horny. I beat off thinking about Jon and Jason
having sex before my eyes.
* * *
With Bryan I chose to do a shower scene. I just knew I had to
have one. Something about water cascading over the nude male is so
poetic to me. Plus he would be the perfect candidate because we could
take the photos in the dorm when the opportunity presented itself.
We chose a time late Saturday night when most people were asleep
or out at a party. Then we slipped into the shower, he took off his
towel, and I started snapping away.
The water sprayed the flesh of his taut chest and then trickled
down his sturdy 5'11" form. He had a hairless chest with muscular
pectorals and nipples that rested just on the edge, almost turning down.
His crotch was a modest patch of brown hair over a thick, short, limp cock
and balls with just a little hair.
Then I shot some film of him drying off and just wearing a towel.
we left the showers after this, and I returned to my room to masturbate
and pine away for a sexy man I couldn't have.
* * *
I went to the studio very early for the next session because I
wanted to start developing some of the film. Sam showed up just as I was
finishing.
"Can I have a look?" he asked.
"Sure," I answered.
I showed him my contact sheets.
"These are really good," he complimented.
"Thanks," I said. They were good. I only had one regret and that
was that I hadn't shot Jon in black and white too. That might have been
an interesting visual.
"Go ahead and get into your robe and I'll set up," I told him.
He went into the changing room, and I put up the gray tarp. I was
running out of scenes.
Sam came out in a red silk bathrobe. I took some pictures of him
in this. He was my height: 6 feet with an athletic build. He had brown
hair and blue eyes. He had a small, slightly upturned nose that looked
really cute. His lips were thin and sensual.
"Okay, now take off the robe," I said.
He tossed it aside. His body was trim and firm. He had a little
patch of hair between his pecs. Then he had some hair at the base of his
average sized penis. Once he was naked, I noticed that there seemed to be
some movement in his crotch, but I ignored it.
As I took some pictures, his penis continued to thicken and
lengthen until I could ignore it no longer. I was committed to doing a
tasteful calendar and erections had no place in it.
"Uh, we have a problem," I said.
"Yeah, I know," he admitted, blushing as the issue was brought out.
"Why don't we just talk for a while. Maybe that will help get
your mind off this shoot," I said.
He nodded. We sat down on a couple of chairs and chatted for a
while about our classes and the usual college small talk. I glanced at
his dick occasionally to watch for any progress, but none was forthcoming.
"This just isn't going to work. I'm sorry, but the idea of having
my picture taken in the nude is too exciting for me."
"That's all right...Maybe there's something else you could do to
get rid of it..."
He caught my gist and nodded. "I know. I thought of that. I'll
go try it."
Sam got up and headed for the changing room, but turned at the doorway.
"Can I do it out here?" he asked, a blush coming to his cheeks at
his request. I didn't know Sam very well. I had only met him once
before, but I was now very intrigued. It appeared as if I had a little
exhibitionist on my hands.
"Sure I don't care," I answered, my heart racing.
"Will you take pictures?" he asked.
I shrugged, trying to indicate that I didn't care one way or the
other as I moved towards my camera. He sat down on the gray tarp and
started to slowly stroke his meat. He spit on his hand to create some
lubrication and then stroked faster. My hand found its way to my crotch
where it started to stroke my own erection through the fabric as I watched
him.
He closed his eyes and threw back his head as his pace grew more
furious. I snapped away eagerly at this spectacle, pleased with the
private photo collection these would make.
With little effort he came, gobs of semen jetting out of his cock
onto his chest and abdomen. I grabbed some tissues and brought these to
him so he could wipe himself off.
"Grab your robe and go to the bathroom and clean up," I told him.
He nodded.
By the time he returned, I had set up a couple of Greek columns
against a blue background, a phallic image. I thought it was appropriate
considering the show he'd just given. My erection had subsided.
I photographed him between these pillars, and we didn't have any
problems with his cock for the rest of the shoot.
When I got back to my room I had a great orgasm.
* * *
Tom Karel was a couple years older than any of the other guys I'd
photographed so far. He was 22 and a senior. He was much more muscular
than any of the other guys and I knew that he lifted weights a lot, so I
told him to bring along some dumbells to model with, and if he had some
tight shorts that he used to lift in then he should bring those also.
By the time Tom arrived for his photo shoot I had set up a weight
lifting bench and my backdrop.
"Hi, Lance," he greeted me boisterously.
Tom was a very energetic man who was something of a practical
joker. Out of all of Bryan's friends, I got along with him the best. He
wasn't quite as narrow-minded as the rest of them, and he was very
cheerful and tried hard to make everyone happy.
"Hey there, Tom. Are you all ready to make history?" I asked.
"You betcha!"
"The changing room is right over there," I indicated.
"Okay, I'll be right out," he said.
When he walked out of the room he was completely naked which
surprised me for a second, but then I realized that that was just like Tom
to do something as unreserved.
Tom was 5'6", shorter than all the others, and very muscular. He
looked like he could be in a weight lifting competition. He had sandy
brown hair cut very short so that it hugged his scalp. He had bright blue
eyes which sparkled with his impish personality. His nose was short and
squat like the rest of his body and he had thin lips which were usually
stretched out in a big smile which he wore right now.
His broad, very muscular chest had a thin coating of light brown
hair. He also had very small nipples. He had a sparse collection of
brown pubic hair at the base of his...uncircumsized cock. It was a short,
thick penis with large hairless balls underneath.
"You're not circumsized," I said aloud.
"No. My parents weren't Catholic. I only recently discovered my
faith and haven't bothered to go under the knife yet," he explained with a
chuckle.
I nodded. "I see."
He padded over to the scene, and I began shooting with him and his
dumbells. Then I had him slip into his tight red shorts before the shoot
was completed.
When I got back to my room I fantasized about giving him a blowjob
and playing with his foreskin.
End Part 2
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