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 bodybuilders queuing up to pump their magnificent bods. Then one day the owner asked if I'd do him a favor and shoot portraits of a pro-bodybuilder, Royd Roided, who had just won a national contest. Jim, the owner, had just signed a contract with Royd and wanted to use Royd's picture in an ad promoting his spa as the new "in" place for bodybuilders. I said sure. Royd'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 Royd would want to warm up with a few exercises and 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 bodybuilding magazine to see samples of the standard photos. Having done my homework, I felt prepared.
Royd showed up on time wearing street clothes and carrying a duffel bag. Even in regular clothing, he certainly looked like a pro-bodybuilder. At 5' 8", he was a heavily-muscled Asian American, tanned mahogany-brown, in his late forties, sporting a military boot-camp haircut and a thick steel ring through his nose, making him look like a bull, a very muscled bull. In the studio we exchanged small talk and pleasantries as I double-checked my equipment. Royd began taking his clothes off and I saw that he was wearing a very abbreviated pair of posers, kind of like the kind that you see bodybuilders wear on stage only more miniscule, 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, Royd began his pump up by doing pushups. His enormous body transformed itself before my eyes into a body of hard steel: veins became more prominent, his arm muscles became more defined and his neck looked strong as a bull'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 barbell and began his arm exercises, and again I was surprised at the transformation. By now his chest and arms were so well defined and covered with sweat that I didn't think we'd need oil, but Royd insisted, saying it was standard procedure for photos. He brought out a bottle of heavy mineral oil and in front of the full-length mirror at the back of the room, he began spreading the clear viscous oil over his body.
"Why don't you do that under the lights so we can see the effect?" I suggested. Royd walked to the ceiling-to-floor canvas background and I brought a portable full-length mirror and placed it in right in front of the tripod so that the camera lens was directly above. "Since this is the first time I've done this type of photo shoot, the mirror will help us get the exact pose you want," I explained. Royd liked the idea. Under the bright lights I could see that he was applying the oil unevenly, leaving some areas well oiled and sharply defined while other muscle groups seemed flat. I explained that it would help if I applied the oil as he watched in the mirror. He agreed and I began working the oil onto his body beginning with his head and neck. Royd was pure Grade-A beef. Like an Olympic athlete, he probably carried no more than 3 percent body fat, if that much. As I massaged the heavy oil onto him, I remarked about the musculature of 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, Royd had obviously shaved off all 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. As I spread the oil over his oecs, I noticed that his nipples were not only erect, but that they were the size of my thumbs, and they were pierced with thick steel rings. I fought hard to resist 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. Royd's thighs were so huge that they resembled 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 miniscule pouch of his posers. 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 your posers," I said, still on my knees before him. Without asking, I pulled the elasticized edge of the pouch of his posers aside and gently moved my oily fingers beneath the shiny wet look lycra fabric and in a slow, deliberate motion spread the oil on his smooth hairless pubes, my fingers brushing his cock and balls in the process. His dick got harder -- it was eight incredibly thick inches of prime fat-free muscle, truly a low-calorie meal with lots of protein, I mused. I repeated the process under the other side of the pouch of his posers, then slathering more oil on my hand I pulled his quarter inch waistband down. As I massaged the oil into his hard roidgutted abdomen, the thick steel ring that pierced through the head of his dick popped up above the waistline.
"My! Even your cock is muscled," I said with a grin. I tugged the pouch of his posers downward and grabbed his dick with my oily hand and began jacking his meat lovingly. Royd was wearing a a thick donut steel cockring and he didn't say a word. He closed his eyes and his breathing became faster. I took the pierced head of his cock into my mouth. What a delicious treat it was! The combination of his salty pre-cum, the taste of the oil and the scent from his crotch made me go wild as I rode that cock desperately with my mouth. His orange-sized hairless balls rode low and occasionally slapped against my chin. I barely got my hands around 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.
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. 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, Royd -- 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 cumming, 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," Royd 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." Royd's semi-erect penis managed to fit back snugly into the pouch of his posers and I worked quickly at the camera, allowing him 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 posers. 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, 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 Royd again, at least I could jack off with these visual memories. Neither of us lost our hard-on in the meantime, and I told Royd I would just die if he didn't let me fuck his ass. "Well, come on over here then!" He got down in front of me, presenting his hole to me as he rested his head on his arms. He felt me position myself behind him, and then I rubbed my oiled fingers into his hole. My fingers must have felt wonderful as he began moaning as I finger-fucked them in and out of his hole briskly to distribute the oil. He obviously could hear the squeez-sputter of more oil and looking between his legs, he saw me oiling up my cock so that it glistened and dripped. He moved forward and I could felt my cockhead press against his hole, and I returned the pressure. We were so slick that I plunged fully into him in one swift motion.
"Fuck me hard! Fuck me Sir!! Please Sir!!! Make me your cum-slut!!!!" Royd egged me on as I slammed myself into his ass in fast, long, deep thrusts, going to the hilt each time and slapping my balls against him. Thanks to the mirror at the tripod, I could watch myself fucking Royd's hole without mercy, he arched his back, leaning his head back with his eyes closed. The fullness inside him and the aroma of male sex caused him to shoot wad after wad of white globs. I continued fucking him, even after he shot his load, steadily for nearly another half hour without slowing down, and his dick came back to life and he came yet again. I found myself slamming back into him just as forcefully as he thrust his butt backwards. Then I couldn't hold back any more and I came. If his orgasm in my mouth was masterful, then surely this one took "Best of Show." I slammed forward and held tight as I shot deep into his gut, then pulled back again and repeated, altogether erupting 7 times. Royd's hole felt like it was big enough to drive a Mack truck through. And I'd never shot so much cum into anyone before.
Royd relaxed and laid down on his roidgut, and without pulling out of him, I laid on his back. We dozed, and I awoke a while later to the incredibly sensual feeling of my semi-hard cock up Royd's ass. Finally, I pulled out of him, to his great disappointment, and got up and extended a hand to help him up. As he stood, cum flowed from his well used hole and dripped down his balls and ran down his oiled muscled legs. Royd 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 enlargement," 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 Royd, I was so busy making "enlargements" that I gave up regular photography.
