Photography Student from College

For several years during my discovery phase there was a series of student photographers from the local college who took nude pictures of boys at my school. It was a project to document growth and maturity. Participation was a tightly regulated thing. Parents had to sign a permission form, boys had to be willing, and the college gave us a sheet of fine-print info basically stating that no one's identity would be revealed and the pictures would be used only for the preparation of a scholarly textbook on adolescent physiology.

I participated for four years (7th through 10th grades). Somewhere in the college's archives are a bunch of photos of me completely naked but holding a black piece of cardboard in front of my face.

One or two student photographers showed up after school twice a year, once in the fall and again in the spring. An office just off the locker room was set aside for their use. We boys stripped to our underwear and stood in line outside the door. When it was each guy's turn, the photographer or his assistant would yell "Next" and you would walk in, still wearing your undies. When everything was ready we were told "You may disrobe."

We stood with our legs slightly apart while we held that black cardboard over our faces. I believe they took three poses of me each time. Then another naked boy. And another. And many others.

I think I was fifteen the year I learned something interesting. After taking my picture the photographer went to the outer room and told the guys there would be a short break. I got dressed. On the way out of the locker room I stopped at the restroom. To my surprise the photographer was standing at a urinal and it didn't take a rocket scientist to know what he was doing. As I came in he crammed his whole body into the fixture and stood trying not to move a muscle. I pissed while he remained jammed into his urinal and staring at the tile wall. Even though he was trying not to make a move, I knew instinctively that he was jacking like fury inside that pisser.

That set me off. Before you could say "masturbation" I leaned into my own urinal. My dick had already grown an immediate erection and with not more than half a dozen strokes, while I peeked sideways at the photographer, my dick arrived at a huge, splattery climax. The photographer was trying not to stare, but thinking back on it he had to know what I had done.

What I learned that day was that masturbation is not limited to people my own age. College guys did it too, and for guys who are wired a certain way, staring at a procession of naked dicks produces a situation that demands relief.

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