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Their bodies pressed more tightly together, and Jeff felt his aching
cock press against Peter’s thigh. Jeff reached softly inside Peter’s
shirt and pressed his cold hands against the warmth of Peter’s flesh.
Peter responded the same way.
Jeff couldn’t stand it any longer. He got up, climbed onto the bed,
and ripped off his shirt. Peter […]

They took one of the still warm pizza’s out of its box and harshly
began to eat it. Jeff couldn’t take his eyes off Peter, and fantasized
about how he was going to undress him. The pizza grease dripped freely
all over Jeff’s face. They smiled. They were done, and ready.
Without saying a word, Peter put the pizza boxes aside, and sat next to
Jeff. Reaching around Jeff’s shoulders, he began to lightly caress
Jeff’s hair.

Looking into Peter’s eyes, Jeff saw a glow. The glow was hot and Jeff
was tranced. Slowly Jeff leaned into Peter, his lips pressing tightly
against Peter’s lips. There tongues met inside Peter’s mouth, and it
was all Jeff could do to swallow every drop of Peter’s saliva.

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The white lines sped by faster and faster. Looking ahead Jeff could
see the well lit highway stretching for miles. The jeep wagoneer
plowed through the thin, cold air, it’s body trembling as it steadily
progressed closer to its destination. It was around 1AM when his
headlights first reflected off the College Park sign, and Jeff relaxed
knowing that soon he would be with Peter. He had been thinking about
Peter all day. Sitting in class had been torture. He ached with
longing to wrap himself around Peter. He desperately desired him.
Peter had occupied his thoughts completely leaving no room for
responsibilities that Jeff knew he had. Only one thing was important,
to satisfy himself and to make Peter love him.

Leaving New York City about four hours earlier, Jeff stopped at Ray’s
Pizza on 11th Street and 6th Avenue. Keeping an eye on his car, he
rushed into the crowded pizza parlor and ordered 2 pies. His body
trembled and he couldn’t sit still. Jeff was thinking about how
irresponsible he was being, blowing off his work for the weekend and
driving down to Philadelphia. Sure he had two papers to write and a
lot of reading to do. Jeff wanted to see Peter, however, and the
desire to get high and make love overpowered his sense of
responsibility. The pies came. Securing the boxes on the front seat,
the intense smell of pizza quickly filled the car and fogged the
windows. Luckily Jeff had bought a slice on the side, and as Jeff
began to drive away, Jeff attempted to eat it while driving with one
hand. Jeff held a can of coke between his thighs, with a straw
protruding through the top. The constant thoughts of Peter had long
since worked their effects into Jeff’s groin. His never ending hard on
ached with such intensity that it was all he could do to stay on the
road. The cold from the can of coke pressing against his inner thighs
helped to reduce his aching membrane to something tolerable, but all he
could think about was releasing the pressure in the innards of Peter’s
body.

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Not hearing any complaints from him, I continued until I was fully
embedded. Then I began to slowly make love to his hot virgin asshole. It
didn’t take long for me to have an orgasm. I shot loads of fresh gay
sperm into his ass.
We cleaned up and then started to get dressed.
“Would you be interested in getting together again?” I asked.
“Sure. Maybe next time we can do it somewhere a little more
private,” he answered.
“Good idea,” I agreed with a smile.
“By the way, who is this friend you were talking about?” I asked.
“Bryan,” he answered.
Bryan? That answer sure took me by surprise as well as provoke a
lot of questions I couldn’t wait to get answered.

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I pulled him into my arms and planted a passionate kiss upon his
lips. He returned it with equal fervor and then broke away.
“Get undressed. I don’t want to wait any longer,” he whispered
forcefully.
I pulled away and stripped as fast as I could. Then we pressed
our naked bodies together and kissed, opening our mouths to exploration.
His mouth was warm and sweet, and I tasted deeply of him. Our
erections pressed against each other and I rubbed against him, enjoying
this sensation.
Sam began to kiss his way down my body: my throat, my chest, my
nipples, my navel, and then he engulfed my erection. I groaned as I felt
my penis touch the back of his throat. I wondered if this “friend” of
mine had showed him how to make love also.
“Hold on,” I told him, pushing him away.
“What?” he asked.
“Lay down,” I told him.
He laid down on our pile of clothes and I crouched over top him with
my mouth at his erection and his at mine. He was exactly my height, and
there wasn’t any way I was going to let this chance slip by.
I gently licked my way down the length of his pole and sucked on
each of his balls. Then I stuck a finger in my mouth and got it good and
wet before I slowly inserted this slowly into his anus. I heard him moan
around my penis as it went in.

“I really want to jack off right now,” he said softly. His hand
strayed to his crotch where he began to slowly rub himself.
“I won’t take pictures this time,” I replied playfully, confused
as to where this was going.
“Oh, that’s okay. Why don’t you join me?” he asked.
“What?” I asked, taken totally off guard by the question.
“It’s okay. I won’t tell anyone. Will you have sex with me?” he
asked softly, moving towards me so that his lips were right by my ear.
“Are you trying to tell me you’re gay?” I asked.
“I’m not really sure. All I know is that I’ve wanted to have sex
with you since that photo shoot, and I knew that you would probably be
interested,” he answered.
“How did you know that?” I asked, defensive.
“Let’s just say I’ve met a friend of yours,” he answered.
By this time my penis had grown into a full erection and the idea
of having sex with this firm Christian man was making my temperature rise.
“Where do you want to go?” I asked, not caring who had told him,
just wanting to ravish his body right now.
“Let’s do it here,” he answered, a puff of air expelled into my
ear at the end of his sentence. I shivered upon contact.
I moved away from him and went to the door. I put up a Reserved
sign and then locked the door so we wouldn’t be disturbed. When I
returned, Sam had removed his shirt and was unbuttoning his pants. In the
light from the dim red lights of the darkroom, I could see his toned
chest with the patch of hair nestled between his pectorals. I had to kiss
him.

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The more I thought about it, the more I realized I really wanted
to reshoot Jon and Jason. I called up Jon and asked if he’d be willing to
come back in and let me shoot him in black and white. He agreed to it, so
I was able to get those pictures and they turned out really great. I
decided that I would for sure use one of them in the calendar to add some
variety.
Then I found a secluded park which I thought would be ideal to
shoot Jason, my nature god, in. I called him up, and it took some
convincing, but I got him to do it. I promised him a really quick shoot
since I knew he wouldn’t be able to stand the cold for too long since he
wouldn’t be wearing a thing. I was quite happy with how those pictures
turned out also.
The call from Sam came just before I had planned on going into the
darkroom to develop the film from his shoot with me. The photos were due
to the publisher in two weeks, so I wanted to make sure I had plenty of
time, so I would meet the deadline.
“Hi, Lance. I was wondering if you’d developed the photos from my
time,” Sam said.
“Oh, no I was just going to do that today,” I told him.
“Really? Would you mind if I tagged along?” he asked.
“No, that’s fine. Would you be willing to help out?” I asked.
“Sure that would be fun.”
I met him in the darkroom and we got to work. He seemed sincerely
interested in the whole process so I ran off at the mouth about all I knew
about the darkroom and developing. He became really interested when the
first pictures from when he’d masturbated started coming through.
“Oh, wow. You caught it all,” he said.
“You bet.”
“Can I get a souvenir?” he asked.
“Sure,” I answered.
“What are you going to do with all these others?” he asked.
“Oh…I don’t really know. Just thought I’d develop them and see
how they turned out. I’m curious about how I did on these… action
shots. Then I’ll probably just burn them,” I lied.
Sam nodded. “Just looking at them is making me hot again.”
I turned and looked at him with a smile. He surprised me with his
frankness, but after masturbating for me and letting me take pictures of
it, that was probably just part of his nature. I wondered what his
next surprise for me would be. I didn’t have to wait long.

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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.

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“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.