PHOTO SESSION
by Too_Hot_In_Bama@hotmail.com

The spa where I worked out three or four times a week added a new free
weight area, and before long there were throngs of power lifters and
body builders queuing up to pump their magnificent bods.  Then one day
the owner, Jim, asked if I'd do him a favor and shoot portraits of a
body builder, Ken, who had just won a district contest. Jim wanted to
use Ken's picture in an ad promoting his spa as the new "in" place for
body builders. I said sure.

Ken's appointment was my last of the day.  I'd given myself plenty of
time to experiment with the lights and camera angles so I could do a
good job.  Jim had told me that Ken would want to warm up with a few
exercises and light weights to get pumped before the session.

This was a far cry from wedding portraits and baby pictures.  I picked
up a copy of a body building magazine to see samples of the standard
photos.  Having done my homework, I felt prepared.

Ken showed up on time wearing street clothes and carrying a duffel bag. 
He was black, a light brown, "coffee with cream" color, and about 22 or
23.  In regular clothing, he certainly didn't look like a body builder.

In the shooting room we exchanged small talk and pleasantries as I
double-checked my equipment.  Ken began taking his clothes off, and I
saw that he was wearing red bikini briefs under his pants.  He said he
would model in those.  I invited him to use the dressing room, but he
shrugged as he was just about nude by then. As I checked the exposure
setup, looking at the f-stop and shutter speed compulsively, Ken began
doing pushups.  His lanky body transformed itself before my eyes into a
body of steel: veins became more prominent, his arm muscles became
defined, and his neck looked strong as an ox's.

He rolled onto his back and began a series of crunches to bring out his
abs, then did a series of deep knee bends.  As I took meter readings and
twisted lights into position, I could hardly keep my eyes off this
hunk.  

>From the duffel bag he removed a 25-pound weight and began his arm
exercises, and again I was surprised at the transformation.  By now his
chest and arms were so well defined I didn't think we'd need the oil. 
But Ken insisted, saying it was standard procedure for photos.

He brought out a bottle of Vitamin E oil and, in front of the
full-length mirror at the back of the room, he began spreading the clear
liquid.

"Why don't you do that under the lights so we can see the effect?" I
said.  Ken walked to the ceiling-to-floor canvas background, and I
brought a portable full-length mirror and placed in right in front of
the tripod so that the camera lens was directly above.

"Since this is the first time I've made this type of shot, the mirror
will help us get the exact pose you want," I explained.  Ken liked the
idea.

Under the modeling lights I could see that he was applying the oil
unevenly, leaving some areas well defined and sharp while other muscle
groups seemed flat.  I explained that it would help if I applied the oil
as he watched in the mirror at camera position.  He agreed, and I began
working the liquid into his neck and chest muscles.

Ken was pure lean Grade A beef.  Like an Olympic athlete, he probably
carried no more than 3 percent body fat, if that much.  As I massaged, I
remarked about his perfect body and he shyly said it took many years of
daily workouts to achieve it, and that he wasn't yet satisfied with his
bulk.

Like most bodybuilders, Ken had shaved his body hair.  As I touched his
bulging muscles, I knew he had one of the most perfect bodies I'd ever
seen. I was getting hot and hoped he wouldn't see the growing tent in my
pants.  I spread the oil over his erect nipples and fought the urge to
suck one into my mouth.  I worked my way down to his abs, constantly
checking my work in the mirror to make sure the light and oil worked
together to highlight everything.

I got down on my knees to spread oil on his legs.  Ken's thighs were
like tree trunks.  I began with his calf muscles and worked my way up
methodically.  When I got to his thighs, I saw the distinct outline of
his erect cock straining at the bikini.  I continued rubbing the oil
higher, spreading it between his legs and to the area just below his
exposed ass cheeks. 

"You do good work -- it's looking great," he said, checking himself in
the mirror.

"The only problem is the area around the briefs," I said, still on my
knees before him.  Without asking, I pulled a legband open and gently
moved my oily fingers beneath the fabric and in a slow, deliberate
motion spread the oil toward his basket, my fingers brushing his balls
in the process. His dick got harder -- it was eight inches of prime
fat-free muscle, truly a low-calorie meal with lots of protein, I
mused.  I repeated the process under his other leg band, then put more
oil on my hand and pulled his waistband down.  As I massaged the oil
into his hard abdomen, the head of his dick popped up above the
waistline.

"My!!  Even your cock is muscled," I said with a grin. I tugged the
bikini downward and grabbed his dick with my oily hand and began jacking
his meat lovingly.  Ken didn't say a word. He closed his eyes and his
breathing came faster.  I took him into my mouth, and oh! what a
delicious thing it was!!  Honey, it was the most mouth-watering prick
I'd ever sucked.  The combination of his salty pre-cum, the scent of the
oil and the man-smell from his crotch made me go wild as I rode that
cock desperately with my mouth.  His ball sack rode low and occasionally
slapped my chin, and I got a handful of his balls as I lathered his
crown and shaft with my tongue.  I just can't describe how exhilarating
it is to have a big stud completely at the mercy of my tongue.

His dick and balls were framed by manicured pubic hair which was trimmed
for the bikini.  I took his balls into my mouth as I stroked his slick
rod.  I kissed the back of his nut sack, and turning at a nearly
impossible angle, thrust my tongue between his ass cheeks to his
puckered hole.  He moaned audibly as I repositioned myself behind him
and spread his cheeks for better access.  I pushed my tongue until I
felt it break through the ring of sphincter muscles, then I tasted the
heady musty treasure of his intimacy. With my right arm extended between
his legs, I jacked his dick as I tongue-fucked his hole. 

I could tell by his breathing that he was about to cum, so I stopped
beating his meat and probing his ass.  

"Hold it, sweetie -- I want to drink your load of cum!"

I positioned myself in front of him again and inserted an oiled finger
inside his butt.  My head bobbed back and forth hungrily on his huge
throbbing cock as I finger-fucked him.  Then, feeling he was right on
the verge of cuming, I pushed my finger deeper and massaged his
prostate.  His sphincter muscles clamped tight on my finger.  He
erupted.  The blast of cum was overwhelming. My mouth filled from his
first burst, and there were five more to cum.  I hadn't thought it
possible to swallow as fast as I did that afternoon.  It was the
messiest, horniest and most joyous sex I'd ever had.

When I got up, my face, hair and shirt were full of cum splatters and
dribbles, so I took off my shirt.

"May as well take off those pants too," Ken said, grinning. 

I smiled back and obliged.  I noticed that he had worked up a sweat,
which beaded nicely atop the coating of oil.  Jacking my erect 7 inches
as I studied the scene, I said, "Why don't we take the pictures before
we lose the effect of the oil and sweat."

Ken's semi-erect penis managed to fit back snugly into the bikini and I
worked quickly at the camera, allowing Ken to strike pose after pose,
using the mirror in front of the camera to get it right.  We did full
body shots, close-ups, profiles, everything.  Finally, with only a few
frames remaining, I walked over and tugged down his bikini.  He stepped
out of them and I tossed them out of camera view.

Pumping his dick with my hand, I kissed him, letting my tongue explore
his mouth.  Then I said, "Do you mind if I take a few shots for my
private collection?"

"Sure, man.  Anything you want!"

I got back on my knees and gave him another tongue-lashing, and when he
was fully hard again, I returned to the camera and finished up with a
series of close-ups and three-quarter views.  If I never saw Ken again,
at least I could jack off with these visual memories.

Neither of us lost our hard-on in the meantime, and I told Ken I would
just die if he didn't fuck my ass. 

"Well, come on over here then!"

I got down in front of him, presenting my hole to him as I rested my
head on my arms.  I felt him position himself behind me, and then he
rubbed oiled fingers into my hole.  His fingers felt wonderful as he
fucked them in and out of my hole briskly to distribute the oil.  I
heard the squeez-sputter of more oil and looked between my legs, past my
hard-on, and saw him oiling his big brown cock so that it glistened and
dripped.

He moved forward and I felt his cockhead press against me, and I
returned the pressure.  We were so slick that he plunged like lightning
to his full length in one swift motion.  

"Fuck me hard! Fuck me!!  Do it babe!!!  Make me your cum-slut!!!!"

Ken banged my ass in a fast set of long, deep thrusts, going to the hilt
each time and slapping his balls against me.  Thanks to the mirror at
the tripod, I watched Ken fuck my hole without mercy, arching his back,
leaning his head back with his eyes closed. The fullness inside me and
the aroma of male sex caused me to shoot wad after wad of white globs
onto the unfurled canvas background that covered the floor.  Ken must
have fucked me steady for nearly a half hour without slowing, and my
dick came back to life and I came yet again.  I found myself slamming
back into his loins just as forcefully as he thrust forward.  Then he
came.  If his orgasm in my mouth was masterful, then surely this one
took "Best of Show." He slammed forward and held tight as he hosed my
gut, then pulled back again and repeated, altogether erupting 7 times. 
My hole felt big enough to drive a car through.  And I'd never been shot
so full of cum.  

I relaxed and lay on my stomach, and without coming out of me, Ken lay
on my back.  We dozed, and I awoke awhile later to the incredibly
sensual feeling of Ken's semi-hard cock up my ass.  Finally, he pulled
out of me, to my great disappointment, and got up and extended a hand to
help me up.  As I stood, cum flowed from my hole and dripped from my
balls and ran down my legs.

Ken and I kissed and cuddled, and I asked if he'd like to come over the
next day -- at closing time, of course -- to view the contact sheets and
make his selection for enlargements.

"I just love to make *enlargements*," I told him.

Incidentally, those shots turned out to be some of the best I'd ever
made.  In fact, I became a specialist in photographing bodybuilders. And
before long, thanks largely to referrals from Ken, I was so busy making
*enlargements* that I gave up other kinds of photography.