Gay Male sex story – A picture taker’s dream
I have always thought well built men, bodybuilders and sports models, were the ideal men. When I went into photography, I started as a sports photographer. I was covering football games and wrestling matches and soccer matches. I would photograph the games. The action shots, but I’d usually take about as many pictures of crotch shots, bulging biceps, and taut shirts stretched over rock hard pecs, and quarterback hands on the center’s ass.
It all led to a change in career. After a while my photographs were called “male physique art.” Some of them showed up in Gay art shows, at trendy galleries, and even on the internet (at my own web site, of course). In fact, I was able to make quite a little bit of money selling artsy nudes over the net.
Whenever I could, I got to bodybuilding exhibitions. Bodybuilders are the ultimate, in my mind, example of the male physique take to its maximum potential. The thing I also realized early in the game is that body builders tend to be show-offs. They love to pose. They love it when the camera is clicking. They even don’t mind you catching them in the locker room, or goofing off with each other. The deep dark secret of bodybuilding is that many are exhibitionists, trying to conceal but reveal their long, hard dicks, their steaming nuts, and the manhood that we’ve all had wet dreams over. So, when I placed an ad asking for male bodybuilders to pose nude, I shouldn’t have been surprised at the huge response.
But I wasn’t looking for just anybody. They had to be drop dead gorgeous, rock hard, and hung like a horse. I wanted my next portfolio to be someone who had dark good looks, rippling abs, and at least a foot long. The interviews were awful. I mean, come on. I’ve looked at and been with hunks all my adult life. I know what I’m looking for. So when I set up the interviews at the studio, I didn’t realize I’d meet up with so many opportunistic, lukewarm, weasels. I must have been through at least 25 applicants, and hadn’t found anyone I thought had the potential I wanted. It was then that Daljeet walked through the door.
He was about 6 foot tall, had close cropped curly jet black hair, a smile that was natural and beautiful, a dimple in the center of his chin, and a dark, dark tan. He was obviously of North Indian descent. He shook my hand with a hard, in-control grip. I went week in the knees. He was exactly what I was looking for, at least with clothes on.
“Are you the last applicant?” I asked, hoping.
“Yes,” he said in a deep resonant voice.
“Good. Now go over there and stand where I can get some light on you.” I pointed over to where I had set the spots and floods.
He ambled over. I noticed he had on a very tight bleached white t-shirt that looked at least one size too small. As he turned I noticed how the sleeves had worked up so that his whole biceps and triceps were pushed out, and they were huge. The sharp nipples pointed out as his pecs stretched the shirt to almost ripping. Still, it hugged his abs, and a well defined six-pack showed clearly.
The shirt flowed into the jeans, which were loose around the waist, but tight in the ass and thighs. It was clear that his calves were pushing against the material, stretching the legs to the limit. I just stared at this young buck, fantasizing what I might be able to do, both photographically and physically.
I must have been day dreaming a little too long when he brought me back to reality by saying, “Is there anything you ant me to do?” God, his voice was so sexy and so hot.
“Uh, Yes. Take off your shirt.”
He did. I gasped at the massive beauty. He was even more gorgeous with the shirt off. A deep, solid tan covered his whole smooth body. I could feel my dick stirring, but I didn’t want to get too excited too early. I told him to turn around. When he did I could see the massive back of a truly dedicated bodybuilder. He flexed, and I could see that defined, hard reversed Christmas tree shape, huge laths, and a huge V from broad shoulders to narrow waist.
“Daljeet, are you aware of the kind of photography I am know for?” I asked.
“Sure,” he answered. “You shoot nudes of studs that are called art. Hell, it’s all porn to me. I love it, the guys at the gym love it, we’re all into huge bodies, big dicks, and anything we can get any way we can get it.”
“You mean, you’ve seen my work?”
“Hell yes and it is great. I’ve wanted to pose for you for a couple of years. That’s why I’ve worked so hard honing this massive body. I’m not in it for the bodybuilding competition or the trophies or the awards. I want to be the muscle god that men have wet dreams about. I want to be the porn star of the next decade.”
Daljeet started taking off his jeans. I could see that the material in the front was stretched and tight as his hard dick pushed against it. I came close and reached for his head and gave him a long, hot tongue lashing. He submitted and groaned, the pleasure running from my tongue to his and back again.
My hands went to his cock, hard and ready, but stuck in his jeans. I careful unzipped and let it fly free, huge and upright. I was right. It was a good foot long, and hard as blue steel. I pushed him away and did a photographer’s stance as I examined his entire hot, hard body. He instinctively placed his hand on his hard dick and slowly stroked. I myself was about to cream my pants, and quickly undressed.
“Yes,” I said, “you’ll do nicely.”
I kneeled in front of Daljeet and with my hands and tongue started to pleasure him. He was such a huge man, but I knew I could give him the pleasure he needed. His eyes were closed as I looked up through his tight hard abs, past his red, erect nipples, and saw the cleft in his chin and the smile on his thick lips. Slowly I tongued the underside of his foot long man meat. He tensed as I got to the helmet. I placed as much of the dick in my mouth as I could and sucked like I’ve never sucked before. He let out a low, bass groan and started pumping hot white cream into my mouth. It kept coming and coming until he finally stopped. I didn’t lose a drop!
He withdrew his now softening cock. I was so turned on by how long it was, even soft. I guided his hand to his cock. Even with his huge hand around it, there was still a good 5 inches just hanging. I then stood and pressed my hard cock against his washboard abs. He took it in his muscular hand and squeezed the pre-cum out, then stroked up and down. More pre-cum came out and before long I had submitted to his expert jack off and blew a huge load that landed all over his gorgeous body. He reached with his other hand and scooped it up, savoring every drop.
I went to where my camera was, loaded, and told Daljeet to just explore his gorgeous body with his hands and tongue. He did. He was very flexible, and was able to lick the cum off his abs. I encouraged him to try to reach his own cock. The idea must have turned him on because his dick got rigid again, and before long he had stretched his back enough to get the tip in his tongue. My camera continued to click, and so did my dick. I too was turned on by this photographic exhibition. As Daljeet sucked himself to orgasm, I shot on the floor, without even touching myself. I managed to get more shots even though I was creaming the floor!
Well, things got even better for Daljeet and me. He became my premiere model, and the portfolios are all over the place. Some are very artistic, some are pornographic, and some are downright raunchy. He moved into the loft just after I hired him. He still works out every day, and has even brought me some of his bodybuilder buddies for additional shots. Some in groups, some in pairs, but the singles are still my favorite. If you look real hard, you may even find Daljeet right here on the net. Only, I didn’t take those pictures. Someone else did. I still enjoy them, however, and I hope you will too.