The August day in 1986 was fine and warm as I stood by the rails, capturing on camera the horses galloping round the final bend and onto the straight part of Nottingham racecourse, with five furlongs left to fight out the finish of the race. This was a favourite spot of mine, with fast and furious action and the jockeys shouting and urging their mounts on with their whips. I did this for each of the six races on the card, hoping to capture some great action shots for the racing press. After the final race, I packed my bag and, with my camera slung around my neck, made my way back to my car.
The racecourse stands alongside Colwick Park’s popular cruising ground, and whenever I go there, I like to walk back through the woods to look for any action. I discovered this place in the late 1970s (see my story ‘Cruising at Colwick’), returning there many times since and seldom being disappointed.
I had no sooner entered the woods when I glimpsed through the trees, a man who was looking in my direction. He was about my age, in his early thirties, tall, fair-haired and good-looking. As he walked, I saw his hand stroking the front of his trousers so I knew what he had in mind. Liking what I saw, I moved towards him.
“I saw you earlier, did you get some good pictures?” said the man after I had got closer to him.
“I won’t know that until I get home, develop the film and make some prints,” I replied. I had my own darkroom and specialised in monochrome printing. Digital cameras were not yet on the scene!
The man introduced himself as John, and surprised me when he asked with a twinkle in his eye, “Do you photograph things other than horses?”
“What had you in mind?” I said although I guessed what he was getting at.
“I’d like to strip for you so you can take some of me,” was his reply.
This man was super-attractive and I became horny just talking to him. I had my camera, and as nobody else was about, I agreed. We both knew the woods well, and it was easy for us to find a suitable location among the trees.
Once there, John removed his t-shirt to reveal his muscular, toned body with strong biceps and a noticeable six-pack. Here was a man who spent a lot of time at the gym. After he took off his trainers, socks and trousers, there stood before me a handsome athlete in great shape. I wasted no time in taking several pictures of him wearing only his newly fashionable Calvin Kleins, his bulge indicating what lay beneath. He slipped his hands under his waistband, removed his pants, and revealed an impressive cock.
After a couple of full-body shots where he posed against a large tree, I changed lenses for some close-ups of his penis and balls. Getting so close to this man’s dick now had me fully erect inside my trousers as I looked through my camera’s viewfinder. My high-quality lens captured every tiny detail of his genitalia and his carefully manicured pubes.
His cock began to stiffen, and the folds of his foreskin began to disappear as his shaft became taut. It then retracted when he was fully erect to reveal a beautiful shiny glans. I photographed this 7-inch erection from different angles, and the appearance of a bead of pre-cum oozing from the slit and running down underneath to moisten his frenulum was a bonus. After taking a couple more full-length shots of this naked Adonis, I had finished the film on which I had captured the most intimate of masculine details.
With both of us now having erections and completely turned on, we were almost begging for completion. I packed my camera away and dropped my trousers for John to stroke me. I was so ready to cum that I didn’t last long under the soft touch of his hands and shot my load onto the grass. I couldn’t resist the urge to wrap my lips around John’s cock head, and almost immediately received a mouthful of semen that I had no hesitation in swallowing.
John dressed and we walked back through the woods to the car park. He told me he was single, worked as a rep for an insurance company, and regularly worked out at a gym in Nottingham. He was naturally very keen to see the results of our photoshoot, so we agreed on a time to meet in the same car park the following week for me to give him his photos. Before leaving, John had one more request.
“When we meet up next week, have your camera with you and we can go and see my mate, Kim, and take more photos. You will be well rewarded!” With that, John got in his BMW and drove away. I was intrigued and very excited. Would Kim be like him, I wondered.
I couldn’t wait to get back home and into the darkroom to develop my films and make some prints from the best negatives. I loaded the six films I had shot that day into the developing tank, and a few minutes later, scanned the negatives as I put them in the drying cabinet. When dry, I viewed the lengths of film on the lightbox. I had some cracking racing shots which I would look more closely at later on, but I was desperate to view the images I had taken of John. They too looked great.
The following day I chose ten negatives from which I made 10x8 enlargements. The results were stunning, and I was keen to show them to John. I intended to give him the negatives as well, so I made extra prints to keep for myself.
The next week I drove back down to Colwick and could see that John was already in the car park when I arrived. He smiled as I walked over towards him with the large brown envelope in my hand. We sat in his car for a few minutes while he looked at the prints of himself. The sheer delight showing all over his face told me how pleased he was.
“These are wonderful,” he exclaimed with much excitement. “Now let’s go and have a session with Kim. Follow me; it isn’t far.”
I followed John’s car out of the car park and ten minutes later we were at Kim’s house in The Meadows. I rounded up my camera gear and followed John through the front doorway. My preconceived ideas about Kim were about to be shattered. I was at least expecting a man, but instead found Kim to be a tall, curvy, short-haired brunette in her mid-twenties and a dead ringer for Audrey Hepburn!