I finally got to experience another gay cliche just a couple of days after my night with Bill when I was assigned to get some shots of a local bodybuilder who was making good in some regional competitions.

I met up with Ben at the hardcore gym in town one day just after lunch but before it opened for the day.

He was wearing only a short pair of purple gym shorts when he let me in the front door.

He was taller than me by a couple inches, though not quite as tall as Blaise. He was handsome with chiseled features. At twenty-eight he had really come into his own, all his features fully matured. I couldn’t help but stare at and admire his massive body as we talked for a few minutes about the pictures I wanted to shoot.

Ben was built exactly as you would expect a competition bodybuilder to be built. Every muscle was enormous, tight, and appeared to be hard as a rock. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He was all muscle and veins. As I followed him from the lobby into the main gym, I watched his round, tight ass pull and stretch his shorts.

For my photos, I just asked him to run through a few basic exercises with free weights first, and then with a couple machines. I wanted to get shots of him actually putting in the work.

His thick, round thighs and arms appeared to be snapped on to his enormous hairless chest and deeply chiseled abs like the parts of a plastic action figure. He most definitely had a competition-level body and reminded me of a Tom of Finland drawing come to life. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued and a little turned on. I was curious to see how such a body felt. Watching his muscles flex and move was mesmerizing.

Of course, I checked for his bulge. It seemed fairly compact. But later I could see the tell-tale sign of a jock strap through his shorts.

He already was sweaty so I used that to my advantage positioning him in the light so his sweat glistened and helped show off his definition in my photos. I thought it prudent to have him put on a tank top for the photos, though. I don’t know why. It just seemed like the right thing to do.

After shooting a couple rolls in the gym I walked with him back to the locker room for a few portraits against the lockers and sitting on a bench.

Occasionally, I noticed his eyes traveling over my body. I was wearing jeans and a polo that day. So, he could get some idea of the size and shape of my pecs and arms.

“I’m not nearly as built as you are,” I said, hoping to answer his unasked question.

“You look like you’re in pretty good shape, though,” he said, pulling his tank over his head. “Do you work out?”

“At home,” I said, continuing to shoot him now topless again. Those shots might have been for me. “I’ve got a bench with a few attachments.”

“Cool,” he said. “If you ever need any coaching or training, I’d be happy to help you out. I’d like to see your – uh – development.”

“Maybe. Some time,” I demurred, letting him see me dance my eyes down his sweaty muscles.

“How much more do you want to shoot?” Ben asked.

“I probably have everything I need,” I said. “When’s your next competition? I’d love to come shoot you on stage.”

“Actually, it’s Saturday in Queen City,” he said. “That’s why I’m training so hard right now.”

“My editor didn’t tell me that. You’ll have to give me the name of the event and the venue so I can get press credentials and meet you down there.”

“You can ride with me if you like,” he said. “I can take a couple people. I don’t have anyone else who can make it.”

“That would be great,” I said. “I don’t have anything planned this week. But I still need to get a press pass.”

By now we were sitting facing each other straddling a locker room bench our knees nearly touching. Ben reached out and set a veiny hand on my knee.

“You wanna hit the shower with me?” he asked bluntly.

“I’m not exactly sweaty.”

“I’d like to make you sweat a little,” he said. “I noticed you’ve been looking me over since you got here.”

“You’ve got a lot to look at,” I said, feeling my face redden. “And, besides, I am trying to take pictures of you. I have to assess my subject.”

I started putting my camera away.

“What about that makes you think I want to get naked with you?” I asked. “Not that I’m offended. I’m just curious.”

“You’ve looked at my shorts more than a few times,” he said. “And, y’know, it is possible to tell when someone’s into you.”

“True enough,” I admitted. “I haven’t really been trying to hide it. You are really hot.”

“Either way, I have to take a shower before we open,” he said, standing. “We’ve got the place to ourselves. You’re welcome to join me if you want.”

He quickly pushed his shorts and jock strap down in one motion.

Ben showed me a flaccid cock that was maybe three or four inches long. His balls seemed small, though they hung loose and low.

“I’m more of a grower than a shower,” he said, sounding a little embarrassed.

It was then that I noticed he had zero body hair anywhere. His balls and pubic area were completely smooth. That wasn’t a big surprise. But seeing that made me realize he didn’t have any hair on his stomach or chest, his arms or legs. He had shaved all the hair off his entire body for his competition.

“I never judge a man on the size of his cock, hard or not,” I said, now openly staring at him.

I licked my lips and resisted a strong urge to reach out and feel his hairless muscles.

“I’d like to get a look at you, too,” Ben said, looking down at me.

“What if someone comes in?”

“We’re closed until four.”

“Y’know, I haven’t taken a shower in a locker room since ninth grade,” I said as I stood up. “Back then, I was curious about how other boys looked. But, of course, I was scared to be caught looking.”

“Now you can look all you want.” He spread his massive arms and spun around for me.

“You do look pretty – amazing,” I admitted, pulling my polo over my head. “I can’t imagine how much work you put into that.”

He watched as I finished undressing for him. I made a pretty good showing since I’d just worked out the night before and staring at him for the last forty-five minutes had my cock half-hard.

“I like how you look,” he said, caressing every inch of my body with his eyes. “You’ve got a great shape for somebody who isn’t competing. Fantastic definition considering you didn’t just finish lifting.”

He stepped closer and stroked my shoulders and biceps as he admired my body. His touch seemed more mechanical or clinical, like a coach assessing an athlete. It wasn’t the sexual touch I expected from a man who had just invited me to shower with him. The feeling of his touch was having an effect on me anyway.

“I bet you say that to all the guys to get them into the locker room with you,” I countered.

“I only say it when I mean it,” he said flatly, not taking his eyes off my chest. “But it hasn’t worked yet.”

“You can’t me tell you have trouble getting guys,” I said.

He shifted his brown eyes up from watching his hands caress me to my eyes and gave me a non-committal, but somewhat negative shrug.

“Is it working now?”

“Well, I’ve admitted I find you hot and I’m naked,” I said. “That seems like a step in the right direction.”

I looked down to see my cock growing stiffer. His own cock now was pointing straight at me, nearly seven stiff inches with a healthy girth.

“Something seems to be working for both of us,” I said. “And it looks like you’re making a good showing now. Keep going and see how far it takes you.”

He looked down and slid one hand down to cup my growing cock and balls.

“There’s one part of you that’s much bigger than me,” he whispered, snaking his other hand around to my ass cheek.

Cupping my ass, he pulled me closer and began squeezing and caressing my cock with his other hand.

Before I knew it, his mouth was closing on mine.

Minutes later, when we came up for air, I found that I had been caressing and massaging his strong back and ass. He was hard and contoured in ways I’d never felt.

“If we have the place to ourselves, do we have to be confined to the shower?” I asked.

I took his hand and led him back to one of the weight benches at the back of the gym. I immediately lay down and had him straddle me with his now thick cock hanging in my face.

He leaned down to allow his sweaty meat to slip into my waiting mouth.

I guided it in with two fingers and immediately swirled my tongue around his swollen head. I could taste his salty sweat as I sucked him deeper into me.

His cock was the only part of him that seemed normal to me. It was nearly seven inches and a bit thicker than average. Actually, I was pleasantly surprised. I’d heard that some of the supplements bodybuilders used made their cocks and balls shrink.

I was intrigued, though, by how veiny it was. Now that he was hard, I could see every vein on the surface of his erectile tissue. I could feel them with my tongue. For some reason, it turned me on even more. My own cock was stiff and twitching behind my muscle-bound lover.

I began bobbing my head up and down to allow his hot meat to push in and out along my wet tongue. In a minute I lifted up enough to push his thick head against the back of my mouth and continued banging him against it for another minute.

Finally, I pulled him down closer to my face to press my nose against the smooth skin where his pubic hair should have been. His throbbing cock slid easily into my throat and I began swallowing and massaging his head.

He sucked in a loud breath and whimpered.

“God! That’s amazing!”

All the while I couldn’t stop caressing and massaging the massive tree trunks he called legs on either side of my body. I massaged and bobbled his small balls with one hand and alternated rubbing his leg and squeezing his rock-hard glutes and rubbing as far up his tense back as I could reach with the other. Every part of him I could reach was hard and tight. Only the balls that bounced against my chin were pliable.

In less than a minute I felt his balls twitch and his cock throb. I slid one hand up his muscled torso and wrapped the fingers of the other around his massive thigh.

I was surprised when I felt that strong leg begin to quiver. At the same time, his abs began convulsing. His breathing intensified and he bent down even farther. He pushed down on my nose with every deep, grunting breath. My face and hair were dripping with his sweat.

I kept swallowing against the cock that filled my throat until I felt the first huge wad of hot cum blast down my throat. Then I pulled it back so I could feel the rest on my tongue and taste a god’s cum.

I jacked his shaft and sucked as hard as I possibly could to get every drop of his sweet-tasting cum out of him.

He pulled back when he’d had enough of my constant tongue play on his sensitive head.

“That was the best,” he breathed, standing up over me after I finally released his cock. “I’ve never had head like that before.”

I was rubbing his inner thighs and found his spent cock and balls again. I squeezed his shaft and sac together and was rewarded with a last slow thick drop of his milky cum. I lifted up to capture it on my tongue.

Once he was clean, he insisted we trade places.

“I’ve always dreamed of doing this,” he panted, hungrily pulling me over him.

I bent down, assuming his former position, holding myself up with my hands on the bench above his head. I slowly lowered my cock into him just as he’d done to me. I felt his hot tongue greet my head. I gasped when it hit my frenulum.

I stopped moving as the ridge of my head disappeared between his lips. But Ben pulled me down, wanting me deeper inside him.

I couldn’t hold back a moan and deep breath as I savored the sensation of his hot, wet mouth engulfing more and more of my sex. I suddenly realized I’d become much more aroused than I thought.

I ran my fingers through his dirty blonde hair as I let him swallow more and more of my meat. I grabbed his short curls tightly when I felt my head hit the back of his throat.

He stopped there for a second before pulling me in a bit more. Just then he gagged and I pulled back.

He didn’t let me pull out. He just started swirling his tongue and sucking me like a vacuum. His suction was even stronger than Ezekiel’s.

He played with my frenulum and pushed his tongue into my hole.

I gasped and moaned, my eyes shut in ecstasy.

He tried again to push my head into his throat but couldn’t manage it.

I pulled back an inch or so. He was good enough without trying to force his throat to handle deep penetration too soon.

He went back to work on my head and stroked my shaft with his fingers.

By now I was holding myself off of him on my elbows. My eyes were closed and my jaw dropped open in ecstasy.

A couple of minutes later, he went back to his deep suction with his tongue undulating against the underside of my head and shaft.

That was when I began twitching and my abs tensed.

“Oh! Yes, God! I’m so close!” I whispered.

A sudden loud gasp and hip thrust from me was Ben’s signal to begin a rapid face fuck on my cock just as I blew heavy load after load against the back of his throat.

Less than a minute later he pulled my sticky cock out. I immediately bent down and licked my cum off his lips. I stood back up and squeezed a small puddle into my hand and licked it clean.

“Shit!” Ben said as I stepped over him to let him up. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone eat their own cum.”

“We all like to see our lovers swallow,” I said. “I’ve never met a man who wasn’t amazed to see me eat my own. There’s a lot less clean-up when I jack off.”

He sat up beside me on the bench. I immediately started caressing his muscled back and shoulder.

“Did anyone ever call you by your initials?” I asked, reaching up to wipe a bit of cum off his cheek.

“What do you mean?”

“When you were a kid, did anyone ever call you BJ?”

My cock was limp and still wet with his saliva. His was almost half hard again.

“Yeah, some. My brothers call me ‘BJ’ all the time,” he said a little shyly. “At first, it was innocent. We called Anthony ‘AJ’ and Tim ‘TJ’. As we got older, of course, they laughed about it. Some bullies tried to use it against me, of course. But, once I started lifting weights, that all stopped.”

“It’s actually a fitting name,” I said. “You’re very good at it. You can do that to me again anytime you want. You must have excellent lung capacity for that level of suction. There at the end I thought you’d suck out my soul.”

“I don’t know about that,” he laughed. “I mean, I’m sorry I couldn’t take you any deeper.”

“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “Did you not feel how hard I came? Or, how much? Deep throat isn’t a requirement. You can still be a master at blowjobs.”

I leaned closer and set a hand on his forearm.

“And you are,” I said

“Then, I would be proud for you to call me BJ,” he allowed. “Coming from you I’ll consider it a title of achievement because yours was the best I’ve ever had.”

I watched his round ass cheeks work as I followed him back to the locker room. I already was in the mood for more.

“Are you sweaty enough for that shower now?” he asked.

“I’m covered in yours,” I said. “But do you have anything left for the shower? Or are we just going to shower?”

BJ turned and cornered me in the door to the shower.

“Top or bottom?” he asked me so close I felt his breath on my face.

“I can give or take,” I admitted. My hands went immediately to his naked hips. “Are you strong enough to pick me up?”

Without a word he reached down, grabbed my ass, and lifted me off the floor high enough that I was looking down at him. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” I said. “How long can you do this?”

“Long enough, I think,” he said before kissing my chest.

“Then I just became your bottom. Sort of.”

He set me down and grabbed a small tube of lube from his locker before leading me into the open shower.

He turned on one of the showers and we both stepped under the water. BJ pulled me close against his naked, wet body, wrapping me tight with his huge arms. His nose was at about my eye level. So, my mouth fit right into kissing and sucking his neck.

He jumped.

“Neck kissing always tickles,” he grinned. “And don’t give me a hickey just before a competition.”

He leaned down and our tongues found and explored each other for several minutes. I massaged his hard ass while he held my back and head tight.

I felt both our cocks stiffening between us.

I pulled away and dropped to work on his dick for a minute to get him fully hard.

When he was ready, we stepped out of the water. He lubed his cock generously and dropped the tube on the floor.

BJ immediately reached around me. I eagerly leapt up as his hands automatically caught my thighs. I locked my ankles behind him, and he stepped forward to push my back against the wall.

Slowly he lowered me down and I reached down to guide his slick cock to my waiting sphincter.

In a second I felt the pressure of his round head against my wrinkles and spread my cheeks a bit with both hands. A second later he was inside me.

The pressure and pain of the stretch was just right. It had only been a couple of days since Bill had last fucked me. But BJ’s cock seemed to fit me so well. Maybe it was the difference in size or shape or the position. Maybe I was just so turned on by him and his muscles.

Whatever it was, just then, rocking up and down on his veiny cock was the best, most intense feeling I’d felt in a while.

At first, he just held me up and let me set the pace, lifting and dropping myself in his arms.

My sphincter gripped him tightly and seemed to be contracting around his shaft on its own.

I ran my fingers through his short, wet hair and over his hard-muscled shoulders. BJ was breathing heavier and heavier. I could feel his hot breath against my neck.

I looked down and kissed a trail from his forehead to his hot mouth as I bounced on him.

As we kissed, I started squeezing his cock with my sphincter muscle. I heard him grunt almost plaintively.

Then he took over and began lifting and dropping my body on his stiff, hot cock. I let him take control as I threw my head back in ecstasy.

Somehow this was a new experience. I felt like I had no control. I was being fucked. I wasn’t a participant or doing any part of the work. I felt even more submissive then than when I was chained up in Bill’s apartment.

BJ’s total control at that moment defined gay sex for me. I was powerless as another man was having his way with my body. It was utterly sensual and orgasmic. I was completely vulnerable but free and willing to be used and abused – even more than when I played the role of a slave.

“Oh! God! You’re so fucking tight,” he breathed into my mouth. “How are you sucking my dick with your ass?”

I couldn’t stop exploring every inch of his sculpted body I could reach with my hands. I was completely awed by his size and strength. I could feel my own meat sliding up and down the ridges of his tense abdominal muscles as he pumped my whole body on his stiff sex.

I already was leaking white goo as this god began increasing the speed of his sensual lifting exercise and his own breathing. His brow was wrinkled tight, and he grunted loudly with every stroke.

“Give it to me, BJ!” I panted, pressing my forehead against his. “Cum inside me! Please!”

Just then, he let go a long loud grunt and blew a hard blast into my gut. I felt both the power of his explosion and the warmth of his thick cum.

My own sperm painted his wet stomach and chest.

He stopped moving me up and down on his groin, his meat filling my cavity. I could feel it still pumping sperm into me. His chest was heaving as I watched him lick his parched lips.

“Don’t take me out,” I pleaded. “Stay inside me as long as possible. I want everything that comes out of you. I’ll push you out when you’re too limp to stay in.”

I found his dry mouth and we kissed passionately between heavy breathing for a couple of minutes until his used meat plopped out of my stretched hole.

BJ eased me down and we washed off.

“God! The way you begged for it and called me ‘BJ’ just did it for me,” he told me as we bathed. “I mean, I’ve had my share of guys. But none of them ever begged for it. They all just acted like I owed it to them. No one’s ever made me feel like they wanted me or needed me like that.”

“I could call you Hercules,” I said. “You’ve got the body of a god. And you fuck like one, too. Why wouldn’t I beg for that?”

While we dried off and dressed in the locker room, I brought up my cock photo project and described several interesting shots I’d like to do around the gym.

“Do you really want to take pictures of my dick?” he asked, sounding shocked. “You like it that much?”

“Your cock is great!” I gushed. I suddenly realized I sounded like a star-struck kid. “It’s a great size. And, since you have zero body fat, every vein is visible. That’s kind of a turn-on.”

“To be honest, I’d always heard that bodybuilding and all the supplements made them shrink,” I admitted. “So, I guess, I’m a little surprised at how big it is.”

“That’s actually only true for steroids,” BJ said. “They’ll make your cock and balls shrink. But I only do natural supplements. I don’t do steroids.”

“In fact,” he continued, “I’m about a half-inch longer now than I was when I was eighteen.”

“That’s cool! And great for me.” I said. “Maybe I should start on your supplements.”

“You don’t need anything for yours. It’s great right where it’s at. In fact, at some point, I’m going to need to see how you feel inside.”

“I’d also really like to do some full-body shots with you,” I said, letting his proposal pass for the moment. “You’d make a fantastic model for art and erotic photos. Of course, I’d be happy to do some promotional shots for you in return.”

“Seriously?” He was shocked. “You think I’m that good-looking?”

“Are you kidding? You’re beautiful! You could be a Calvin Klein model if they had a Hercules line.”

“I’ll think about it,” he shied.

“Don’t think about it,” I insisted. “Just do it. How much time do we still have to ourselves?”

“Almost three hours,” BJ replied after checking the clock on the wall. “Wow. We did all that in an hour?”

“Well, strip down again,” I said. “I need to go out to my Jeep and get my other camera bag.”

When I returned, I found BJ right where I’d left him, but naked again.

I started shooting full-body shots, planning to work the cock close-ups in as we went.

I shot BJ sitting on the locker room bench in various poses and from every conceivable angle including some close-ups of his cock and balls. Then we repeated that with him sitting on the floor, standing leaning against the lockers, with one foot on the bench, anything I could think of on the spot. Then I moved in for close-ups of his veiny cock flaccid and hard from every angle with the lockers clearly visible in the background. I had to give him a few licks to get him fully hard again. But I didn’t mind the sacrifice for my art.

I took him out to the gym and shot him on different machines and with free weights. While out there I got some shots of his cock resting on free weights and laying out on a bench.

BJ had lost his locker room erection. So, I dropped to my knees and got to work again. Within two minutes he was stiff and veiny and breathing heavier.

I needed that erection to get some shots of his beautiful cock inserted through a couple of large weight plates from multiple angles.

Then I had an idea I thought was brilliant. I grabbed a smaller weight and slid it down his shaft. Of course, even Hercules’ cock couldn’t hold up twenty-five pounds of iron. So, I had BJ lean back just enough to keep the plate in place. Then I inserted a couple of my film canisters between his body and the plate on one side. They held the plate up off his torso and made it appear his stiff meat was holding it up. And, shooting from the other side with the camera angled just the right way, in the final shot, it would appear that his cock really was godly.

Then it was time for the shower. I shot all the cliche poses I could think of with and without water running. I got a few close-ups with the communal shower in the background.

When I felt like I had enough I checked my watch.

I dried BJ off and led him back to the locker room.

“Stand right there,” I said, setting my camera and myself down on the bench.

“You’ve been an excellent model,” I said, reaching up to his half-hard meat. “I suppose I owe you this much.”

I had my nose against his torso in a second. His cock was hard in my throat the next minute. I was swallowing his third ejaculation of the afternoon in the next five minutes.

Thirty minutes later we were talking in the locker room when the owner of the gym came in. I had spent that time inviting him to my shows.

“I train every afternoon before we open,” BJ told me as he walked me to the front door. “Stop by anytime.”

“I wouldn’t want to interrupt your training,” I said, honestly.

“I need a break once in a while.” He set a hand on my shoulder. “I’d love to be your personal trainer. I think we can figure out a barter system for my fee.”

“I wonder what you’re thinking about trading?” I raised my eyebrow.

I dropped by the next day with some prints of the photos I’d taken for BJ’s story and some contact sheets of his nudes.

“Damn! You really made me look good,” he said, flipping through the black and white prints at the front counter.

“All I did was capture you on film,” I said. “You’re the one responsible for your amazing look.”

“Holy shit! These are hot!” he exclaimed while studying his nudes through the loupe I’d brought.

“Is it OK that looking at myself like this is turning me on?” BJ asked, never taking his eye away from the photos.

“Looking at you turns me on,” I replied.

A few minutes later I was on my knees in the locker room with his cock in my mouth. I didn’t leave until we’d both had cum for lunch and our plans for Saturday were made.