Moving back onto campus brought a sense of sadness mixed with joy to my heart. I would be graduating at the end of this year after spending three years there. It was at this school that I’d had my first homosexual experiences. It was here that I’d felt the most alive. It was here that I’d found love and acceptance.

The fact that I would leave this place at year’s end was a time I both looked forward to - the end of school - and dreaded - all those cute guys I would miss.

I was moving back into an all-male dorm where I had lived the previous three years. There were lots of good memories here: sex in the showers in the middle of the night, the whipped cream adventure in Reid Jacob’s room, and of course, my first time.

As I was moving in on the sweltering first day of check-ins, I ran into Bryan Thompson. He was a sophomore I had befriended last year. He was extremely attractive, but unfortunately for him, straight. (The things I could teach that man!)

He was moving into a room a few doors down from me. I could tell he had arrived a while before I had because he’d worked up a good sweat. He had taken off his shirt and his broad, hairless chest was beaded with sweat.

“Hey, Bryan!” I called out when I saw him.

“Hi, Lance,” he replied, flashing me a broad, genuine smile full of perfect white teeth.

He was a really nice guy and one of the few straight friends I had. It was actually strange to me that we were friends since he wasn’t really the kind of guy I usually hung out with. He was very religious, something I’d done away with a long time ago, and he was really into playing all kinds of sports, something I hate.

Yet there were enough things about us that we had in common that we were able to develop a good friendship. He’d just plopped himself down at my table for lunch during the second week of classes, and we’d hit it off. He was a very outgoing and kind person. Combine that with his freshman energy, and that’s who I’d met. I just couldn’t resist these characteristics along with his fantastic body.

We talked about our summer for a few minutes before we parted so we could get back to work. We made plans for dinner that night.

By the time I’d moved in, set up things in my room, and called friends, it was time for dinner. I ordered pizza with Bryan and a few of his friends who belonged to the same Christian athletes group that Bryan did.

It felt great to get back into the college atmosphere, and we talked for quite a while that night before I returned to my room. I called up Ben, a gay friend of mine, and we went together and went to a bar.

A few weeks later, the trees were all turning color and their leaves had started to fall to the ground. School was in full swing, and I was on my way to lunch after getting out of my history class.

I spotted Bryan sitting with a couple of his gorgeous athlete buddies, so I went over to their table and joined them. They were talking about raising some money for their church, and they were all throwing out possible ideas. The subject didn’t interest me much, so I dug into my meal and allowed my eyes to casually wander over their lean muscular bodies.

Later on that night, I remembered their conversation, and an idea struck me which caused my dick to get rock hard. I told myself to settle down because I realized the chances of having them go for the idea were slim, but I decided to run it by Bryan anyway.

He was studying in his room alone; he welcomed me and told me to have a seat. I was still a little nervous, and I swallowed once before I began.

“You know this afternoon when you guys were talking about raising some money?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he answered.

“I have an idea, but it’s kind of ‘out there,’” I said.

“What is it?”

“You could do a calendar,” I answered.

“What kind of calendar?” he asked, intrigued.

“A nude one. You could get some guys from your group to pose for it and then sell it to raise the money,” I told him, the whole plan rushing out at once.

Bryan considered this for a moment. “I like it, but I don’t know how the guys would feel or what the church would think.”

“Well, it’s for a good cause,” I pressed. “You’re going to build...” here I was lost for words. I hadn’t really paid that much attention to their discussion.

“We’re going to build an addition to the youth center and remodel the rest. We’d also like to build a fund for the youth retreats,” Bryan filled me in.

“That would sure make a lot of money. People do this kind of thing all the time for charities,” I continued.

“Do they?” Bryan asked.

“Oh, yeah,” I said, but I really had no idea.

“Who would take the pictures?”

“I would,” I said, revealing the beauty of the whole plan. “I’d do it for free, and I’m sure I could reserve the portrait room for this. Plus I’m sure we can find a company who would print the calendar really cheap.”

Bryan knew I was a photography buff. I’d taken a few classes, and now I was very thankful I had so I could be in this position.

“Okay. I’ll talk to some of the guys and to some people at the church and see what they think,” Bryan said.

“Okay.” I said hopefully.

To my knowledge, Bryan didn’t know I was gay. I’m sure he suspected since I’d never dated a girl before, and I never participated in the “locker room talk” about women. I rarely told my straight friends about my sexual orientation because I was worried about what they’d think. I’d also not told Bryan for another reason: his deep religious faith. People like that easily were turned off to homosexuals.

It was a few days before I heard any response to my offer.

“Hey, Lance,” Bryan called from my doorway.

“Yeah?” I said, looking up from my desk.

“Your calendar idea was a big hit, especially with the girls,” Bryan said.

“Really?”

“For the most part,” Bryan admitted. “There were a few people who didn’t like it very much, but they’re willing to look at the final product, so we’ll go ahead with it.”

“Great!”

“Five guys in the group said they’d pose, and I will too,” Bryan said. He handed me a slip of paper. “Here are their names and phone numbers. I think you know most of them.”

A quick scan revealed that I did. I nodded.

“Is six okay?” Bryan asked.

“Oh, sure,” I answered. “I’m sure I can figure out a way to fill 12 months with six of you.”

“Good.”

“I’ll set up some times in the studio and then I’ll get back to you,” I said.

“Okay. See ya.”

After Bryan left, I looked at the list again and smiled. Three of the guys I was really familiar with. One of them I didn’t think I’d ever met, while the other I had a vague mental picture of. I put them in order by placing numbers next to each of their names. I wrote Bryan’s name on the list.

Bryan ended up third after much deliberation. I had thought he should go first to help encourage the others, but then I decided to wait on him. I’d seen him naked in the showers already, so there wouldn’t be any surprises there. I would stick him in the middle.

I set up my studio time for the next three days that fit into my schedule. That gave me some options with the guys too.

The first one on my list was Todd Paxton. I gave him a call and was able to get him into my second time slot.

“Oh, and Todd, bring your glasses,” I said.

“Okay,” he answered. “Do you want me to bring anything else?”

“Sure. You might want a bathrobe. It might help you get more comfortable.”

“Okay. I’ll bring that too.”

I arrived early to set up the studio. I played with the lighting and set up a cozy sofa scene. I knew Todd was a really good student who wore gold wire-rim glasses once in a while. I wanted to play up that brainy part of his personality.

Todd arrived on time, wearing his glasses and carrying a blue terrycloth robe. He looked very much like Bryan: he was 5’11” with broad shoulders and a broad chest. He and Bryan had played football together in high school. Todd had brown hair, which was cut very short all around. He had green, small eyes, an average nose, and thick lips.

“You can put on the bathrobe in the changing room,” I told him.

“Take everything off?” he asked.

I nodded.

He left and returned shortly, clad only in his robe. Brown hair showed through the top of the robe where it didn’t come to a close entirely. I had him stand in front of the sofa, and then I started taking pictures, easing him into the situation. I also needed to wait until the marks from any tight clothing, such as underwear or socks, had disappeared.

I had him sit on the couch and read the book I’d brought as I snapped some more pictures.

“Open your robe a little on top. Let’s see some more chest,” I said.

He did, revealing more of his thick brown chest hair.

“What kind of underwear were you wearing?” I asked shortly.

“Just jockeys,” he answered.

“What color?”

“White.”

“Hmmm ... okay.” If they’d been something interesting, I might have added them. “Are you ready to go all the way?”

“I think so,” he answered.

“Then go for it,” I told him.

He unstrapped the robe and pulled it off. His chest hair ended at his pectorals and then formed a line right below his pecs, right down the center of his torso. It went into his furry belly. His crotch was a mass of wiry brown pubic hair. An average-size dick sprang from this. Underneath were a hefty pair of fuzzy balls.

I had him sit and then lie on the sofa, wearing only his glasses and pretending to read the book prop.

“That’s it,” I announced once I’d felt I had enough.

“How did I do?”

“You were great. Get dressed,” I urged, smiling reassuringly.

I packed up my equipment and headed back to my room. Throughout the whole experience, I hadn’t gotten an erection. It had remained a very professional experience. Now that I was back in my room, though, I stripped and pounded my hard cock for all it was worth as I thought about the photo shoot. My orgasm was powerful and quick.

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 a 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 the back. His eyes were small and brown. He had a long, thin nose and thin 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 lie 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 endeavor.

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.