Archive-name: Samesex/chrismen.txt

Archive-author: Mitchell Knight

Archive-title: Christian Men





	This three part story only has one actual sex scene between two

men in part 3.  The rest of it has a more voyeuristic kind of appeal to

it.  I'm not sure how this will be received since the full effect of this

story is more visual than written.  I would personally like to see this as

a multimedia project where pictures would be added at appropriate places

within the story.  (I think you can figure out where they would be

appropriate.)  So any comments would be appreciated.  I'm curious as to

what people think about this one, and whether it's any good as a

"sex/erotic" story.



	The following story is a fictional account which exists only in

the mind of its author.  Any resemblance to characters living or dead

is merely coincidental.  You may distribute it electronically as you

like and you may print out a copy for personal use.



			   Christian Men			

			 By Mitchell Knight

			      Part 1



	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 whip 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 go 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 for real

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 all think," Bryan said. 

	"Okay."



* * *



	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 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

they 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

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

their 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 lay 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. 





			     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.  





				Christian Men

			      By Mitchell Knight

				   Part 3



	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.

	"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.

	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.

	He continued to suck on my dick as I put his back in my mouth. 

With my other hand I stroked the length of it as my mouth went up and down

his erection.  My finger slowly slid in and out his hot little hole as I

sucked him.

	Sam was doing a pretty good job on his end.  He must have had some

lessons or else it was just beginners luck.  I knew I could keep from

coming though.  I wanted to taste his load before I would come.  I was

really curious as to who this "friend" of mine was, but I would find that

out later.

	To make him come first, I picked up the tempo of my finger

thrusting in him and also my head and hand motions.  His dick was very

slick with my saliva by this time and my hand glided easily over his

length.  I paused a couple of times to fondle his balls, but then I would

return to the stroking.

	I could tell he was about to come when all motion on my cock

stopped.  He just lay there breathing and moaning as I worked him towards

conclusion.  He came with a load yelp and grabbed the backs of my thighs

as his semen spurted into my mouth.  I swallowed it all and then caught

the last little bit off the head of his penis before turning around to

smile at him.

	"Like that?" I asked.

	"Oh, yeah," he answered, grinning.

	Then he reached out and took my erection in his hand and prepared

to bring it to his mouth.

	"I thought that should go somewhere else," I said.

	"Where?  Oh...you mean..."

	"Yeah," I said.  "Have you ever taken it up the ass?"

	"No," he answered.  "I'm not sure--"

	"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.  It will feel great," I said.

	He still seemed a little uncertain, but he was willing to roll

over and prop up his ass for me to get a clear shot.  My dick was

already lubricated with his saliva, but I decided to add some soap and

water from the sink.  Then I lined my erection up with his tight little

red hole and slowly inserted it.

	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.  I realized it was time

to take another look at my favorite Christian man...



The End



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