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Photo Shoot in the Woods

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by Lester I don’t know that calling me a high school jock would be an accurate description. I played baseball, and did a little swimming because we had a pool, but other than that I just loved the great outdoors. Mom and Dad both worked so I had plenty of opportunity to work on my all-over tan. I loved going naked outside. It was a feeling of freedom. My girlfriend loved that I tanned in the nude and bought me some small heart shaped stickers to put on so I would have a sun provided tattoo that told her I loved her. It was kinda neat. I loved to jerk off by the pool and whenever I got the chance I would find myself hiking through the woods and finding a place to do that in the great outdoors. There was something I loved about the risk, but even more I just loved the outdoors. When I was a junior in high school I started taking pictures. They were mostly places I found as I stumbled through the woods looking for a jerk off opportunity. Some were absolutely gorgeous. I even had a few of my pictures published. Anyhow, I got so into photography, that I decided in college to take a few classes so I could get to know my camera better. I signed up for a class or two and it went very well. I even coaxed my girlfriend into posing for some private nude shots and that was a lot of fun. I even let her photograph me for our own private entertainment. I was not what you call a body builder, but my activities kept me in good shape. I was very well cut from working out, athletically defined, and nicely tanned. My long brown hair and brown eyes were well accented. I did a little modeling, and even got asked to do some underwear shots. I was WAY to shy for that! I signed up for an extra curricular class called "Photographing the human form" and never gave a second thought to what the class might actually require. When I arrived for my first day, the teacher had me sit on a stool and allowed the class to take pictures. They took every angle and every pose you could imagine. After class she handed me an envelope which contained a twenty dollar bill. That was nice. She also gave each of us a syllabus, and instructed us to read it by the next class meeting. I didn’t think much about it because I don’t care much for reading, so it got tossed into the back seat of my car. At the next class meeting a girl walked up to me before class and asked me point blank if I would pose nude for her portfolio. I told her I didn’t think my girlfriend would like that. In a moment another girl approached me with the same question. Again the answer was the same. I was pretty shy and had never met girls that were quite that forward. In a moment one of the guys in the class asked me the same thing. By now I was wondering what in the world was going on. When the teacher walked in, she made the comment that she assumed each of us had read the syllabus and that an agreement sheet would be coming around for us to sign. When it came past, I signed like everyone else and passed it back. Then she started talking about the portfolios we had to create and she specifically mentioned our nude models. She went to great lengths to describe settings and poses and to show illustrations. I was shocked as I truly had no idea they did this kind of thing in college art classes. Before class was over she announced that next week we would have a model in class for nude photography and to make sure our cameras were ready. That sounded pretty cool to me. After class was over, she came by and said she needed to see me. I stopped by her office and she asked me if I would consider posing for the class. I told her NO WAY. She said, but you have all the right characteristics. You have a really nice body, beautiful eyes and a nice tan. She commented about my facial features and my smile, but I was not going to consider this. She told me it paid $100 per night and that I could be sure I would have an "A" in the class. An "A" was not why I took the class. As I left she told me again to make sure I read the syllabus. I almost ran to my dorm room. When I got there I pulled out the syllabus and began to read. Two things shocked me. One said that each person in the class agreed to model nude for one of the other students, and that our portfolio was to be done in all nudes only 30% percent of which could be the opposite gender. I was blown away. I had never seen another guy naked except in the locker room and that was rare. Most of the guys showered in their underwear. I was shaking. I thought, maybe I could talk my girlfriend into posing for the female shots, after all she was HOT! But what in the world was I going to do about the others? I decided to wait it out and see what everyone else was going to do. In the weeks that I had been on campus, I had driven to nearby areas and found wooded areas and such that I took pictures. One place, after about an hour of hiking lead me to a waterfall. It was clear that no one knew it was there. I loved it and spent a great deal of time there. At the end of the syllabus, I found out why I had signed the paper on the first night of class. It was a contract. It obligated you to the conditions spelled out in the syllabus. I thought about changing the class, but by now drop-and-add had ended. My grades were a bit low because I spent way too much time with my girlfriend so if I chose to not return to class, the result would be almost certain expulsion. To say the least I was in a quandary. I talked with my girlfriend about the situation. She laughed at me and said she wanted to be a fly on the wall when I did my modeling for the class. She also agreed to be my female model in order that I not be spending time with some other naked girl. But the real problem lay in front of me. HOW in the world was I going to approach another guy and ask them to pose nude for me without appearing gay? I went to the gm and hung around a bit, pretending to work out while trying to find what I thought would be an approachable male. I found myself turning away every time a guy would look at me. My heart felt like it would beat out of my chest. I devised a plan to show them my syllabus so they would know my reason for approaching them was legitimate, but I still could not do it. Finally, my girlfriend got over the laughing and poking fun and realized this was really bothering me. She suggested that I place an add in the classifieds of the school newspaper. That way, I would be approached by them. That sounded like a good plan, so I set the wheels in motion. I wrote the add on a piece of paper so that I would not have to discuss it with the newspaper representative. I found out that you could drop the add in the message box with payment and never have to deal with anyone. So that’s what I did. I placed the add in the message box with a fictitious name attached. I gave my email address and hoped to be able to screen the pictures of potential models without them knowing who I was. I waited for the newspaper to come out. Finally the day came. Strangely I got 17 emails the first day. This is probably due to the fact that I offered to pay $50 for the modeling assignment. I sorted through the photos with my girlfriends help. Even though she acted analytical, I could tell she was a little excited. I, however, was a nervous wreck. Within a couple of days I had replied with the necessary information to make contact with two of the models. I had set up a signature on my email so they would know where to contact me. After telling the two candidates that I was interested my girlfriend told me I should contact the others telling them that the position was filled. I told her that was a bit much, that I wanted to wash my hands of this thing as soon as possible. She said, Well, if you wont then I will. I told her to go for it. Over the next few days I received several more proposals. She responded to each with a courteous letter to inform them that the position was filled. At this point, she had taken over the email part and I was free, and nervous. I set up an appointment to meet the first of the two guys chosen in the park. He didn’t show. I was devastated. After I finally had my courage up, he stood me up. The second guy came and met me there. He was a good candidate and we set up a day for the shoot. In the meantime responses to the email continued to come in. My girlfriend handled them and I went about the design of my portfolio. I think she teased one or two of them into sending her nude photos. One day after class I received a phone call from someone named Jeff. He was one of the guys that had responded and he was calling to ask me to reconsider. I asked him how he got the number and he told me it was in the signature on my email. My girlfriend had not removed it and had distributed it to guys all over campus. I nearly went crazy. The guy was nice but I had no idea what he looked like. I still needed another model for later so I asked him to describe himself. He said he was six foot two inches tall, blond hair and grey eyes. I told him that I had what I needed right now, but I might get in touch with him later. I used the excuse that money for the project was running low. He said, that is not important, I will do it for $10. I didn’t know what to say. If not for the money, why was he doing this. After some haggling, I set up a meeting with him. We seemed to have something in common, he was almost as shy as I was. We met and talked. He was absolutely gorgeous! He was blond, had grey eyes and long black eyelashes. He was tanned and had the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. He was athletically built. I couldn’t help wondering why he was doing this, so I asked him. He said he had a girlfriend back home who had been wanting a picture of him naked and he thought he might get some good shots this way. As it turned out, he was planning to take a Playgirl magazine, remove the pictures inside and do a layout of himself in its place. He was going to send her the magazine. I agreed to do the photos and we decided that we would go into the woods to the waterfall I had found earlier. When the day of the shoot came my knees were so weak I could hardly stand up. I waited for him to arrive and it seemed every minute was two hours long. Finally there was a knock at the door and I opened it to let him in. He was wearing shorts and an athletic top with a pair of flip-flops. I asked if he wanted something to drink and he said, I will take something to go. I grabbed a couple of soft drinks and we headed out. During the hike we made small talk. We talked about our girlfriends and the weather and school and home and many other things. By the time we got where we were going, I felt like I knew him. When we arrived at the waterfall, I started to set up my camera and equipment. When I turned around he was standing there totally nude. I was shocked. I thought we would take some pictures with clothes on and take the items off one at a time. But he was as naked as the day he was born. Strangely, looking at him in the nude sent shivers through my body and produced a familiar stirring in my pants. He was gorgeous! I didn’t know what to do. I started to tell him to put his clothes back on, but something inside me was enjoying seeing him naked. He just stood there. He was as nervous as I was. I finally gained my composure and asked him to step down into the water and lie down on a rock. He obliged. He was an amazing subject. I got him to relax by telling him some jokes and he finally smiled. Those were the shots I wanted. He grew more accustomed to being naked as the hours dragged on. After a little while of shooting he began to get a hard-on. Nothing new here, I already had one. I was terribly embarrassed and he was too. Then he asked me if I had ever posed nude before. I told him only for my girlfriend. He then asked have you ever been naked outside. I told him I had come there and been naked on a couple of occasions. (I lied, it was many more than that) The conversation was making me horny, and it was hard to hide. Finally he asked if he could take some pictures of me. All this after feigning an interest in photography and my camera. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to be rude and was too embarrassed to be nude. He kept prodding and I finally agreed to let him take some pictures. After a few shots, he asked me to take my shirt off. I reluctantly agreed. During this impromptu session his dick was standing straight out in front of him. On one or two occasions he was close enough that I actually thought about reaching out and touching it. I quickly dismissed those thoughts and tried to hide the raging boner in my own pants. He began to hint for me to take my pants off. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want too, but something inside me was telling me otherwise. After a few minutes of gentle coaxing, I was as naked as he was. We laughed. He began to pose me. He would come and lift a leg or move my arm and tilt my head. I was embarrassed but he made me comfortable with his comments telling me what a great body I had and asking about working out and things like that. In a moment, he came to me and had me lay across the rock. He positioned my arms with my hands behind my head and my legs stretched out long. Then he reached down and moved my dick to the side. Immediately, my dick began to throb and jerk. It had a mind of its own. He laughed and said that I might have to take care of that thing before it would cooperate. I was blown away. A million thoughts were going through my head. I wondered if I was crazy. In a moment he came and posed me again. This time he moved my dick to the side and it popped right back into place. He did it again, commenting that that thing had a mind of its own. Then he pulled it down and let it go. It slapped hard against my belly. He laughed. For some reason unknown to me, I enjoyed it. He took more pictures and then came back for more posing. Both of us were naked, and both of us were enjoying it. Again, he moved my dick. But this time he wrapped his hand around it and said, you may have to take care of this before it will cooperate. I said, I don’t know about that. And he said, do you want me to help you? Before I could answer, he took my cock in his hand and slowly began to jerk me off. I was so ready to cum that I just lay there. I was absolutely dizzy. I did not know how to respond. He smiled, looked me in the eyes and said, does that feel OK? All I could do was moan. He was jerking me off and I was loving it. He began to ask nosy questions about my sex life. He asked about oral sex with my girlfriend and made some comments about his own. In a moment he repositioned himself. His dick was now close enough for me to touch. I thought about it long and hard. I hesitated. Then as if I was no longer in control of my own body, I reached out and took hold of his dick. He smiled. I wrapped my fingers around it. I liked it. He did too.

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