BJ greeted me at his door in nothing but a purple g-string that looked suspiciously like the brand I often wore. His cock and balls were neatly displayed in the purple lycra.
“I’m sorry. I overslept,” he said, turning to head back upstairs. “Come on up.”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said.
I stayed close on his heels so I could watch his muscled legs and ass as he climbed the stairs of his townhouse apartment. It turned out his place was just a few doors down from my old apartment.
We were headed to Queen City for his bodybuilding competition. He was competing and I was shooting it for a story that began as a fitness profile. But his success at getting a spot in this event led to another story on his road to bodybuilding fame.
“I wear this to keep from getting lines from regular underwear,” he said, noticing me staring at his g-string.
“I have no problem with seeing you in a g-string,” I said. “In fact, I have a couple dozen of my own in every conceivable color.”
“Really?”
He was packing a few things into a small duffle bag.
“I told you about my shows, didn’t I?” I asked. “Plus, I often dress for my friend Blaise. I have lots of costuming options.”
Once he seemed finished packing, BJ pulled a very blousy pair of pants on with an elastic waistband. And topped it with a loose t-shirt. The pants were made specifically for bodybuilders’ large legs. They also were purple. I was beginning to sense a trend.
He and I had hit it off quite well earlier in the week when we first met – and first kissed, and first sucked, and first fucked.
In the few days since, I realized I probably was suffering from muscle adoration, a fairly common form of infatuation with bodybuilders. I later found that it was common with men who favored being submissives. That wasn’t much of a surprise.
I had been smitten by his huge muscles, his heavily veined cock, and the fact he could hold me up and bounce me on his cock.
BJ was 28 and built like a Greek god. In fact, I alternated between calling him by his initials – “BJ” – and Hercules. But he wasn’t just muscles. He had handsome, chiseled features and short dirty blonde hair. His bright smile contrasted nicely with his deep tan.
He could have been a direct model for Tom of Finland’s distinctive drawings of gay men.
Even though we’d just met, I could tell he was nervous.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah!” he said. “I’m just .... This is the biggest event I’ve ever done.”
I don’t know why, but I just wrapped my arms around him and hugged him.
A second later I felt him relax and pull me into a tight bear hug with his muscled arms.
“You’re going to do great,” I told him. “Just calm down and breath.”
“Thank you.” He seemed almost on the verge of tears. “I’m so glad you’re going with me.”
“Everybody needs support,” I said. “Even Hercules needs a friend and cheerleader.”
He smiled at that and kissed me.
I decided to drive and pay for a motel room for both of us since the newspaper would pick up that cost for me. After Tuesday, even if we had separate rooms, we’d probably only use one.
During the two-hour drive, I kept BJ talking by forcing him to explain the judging process and requirements.
We went straight to the venue when we made it to Queen City just after lunch. BJ and the other competitors had a couple rehearsals to run through before the event that night.
I picked up my press pass and was shown the layout of the space and designated photo areas. When I told them I was from a paper local to one of their competitors the organizers let me follow him and the other competitors around to photograph the rehearsal process. Apparently, I was the only photographer allowed to do that, or the only one who arrived early enough.
There were more than two hundred men in the competition in various weight classes. Some appeared to be about my size. I assumed they were much better built under their loose-fitting clothes. Some men were much larger than BJ.
I took pictures of some of them, mixing them in with the many shots I grabbed of BJ during the afternoon.
When they finally were finished with the rehearsals, the competitors were released for about three hours before they had to be back for the event.
We found our motel and BJ started on his very particular regimen of supplements, protein, and exercise he needed to do before the event. I spent the time either watching him lustily, photographing him practicing poses, or reloading my cameras and making sure I had a bag full of film ready to go.
I approached the competition like any sports shoot. The plan was to shoot him with three cameras that night, two 35s and a medium format. I didn’t want to miss anything, and I wanted to make sure I got big moments on bigger film.
I wished I’d had a chance to see BJ’s full routine so I could plan my shots around his best poses. But I would just have to shoot fast and hope for the best. I had rented and watched “Pumping Iron” to get some idea of what to expect that night.
Of course, that movie was based on a Mr. Universe competition at a much higher level. But the structure and rules would be the same.
BJ finished all his prep with about thirty minutes left before we had to head back to the auditorium. I could tell he was nervous.
“This is the highest level I’ve been to,” he told me again.
“Let me help your nerves,” I said, dropping to my knees.
I pulled his loose pants down to find his purple posing trunks underneath. They were practically identical to my bikini underwear but made of shiny satin and lined in the front pouch.
“These are hot,” I exclaimed. “Where can I get a pair?”
“This is what all the cool bodybuilders are wearing these days,” he said. “I have a couple pair that aren’t lined and show off everything. The trend now is going toward lined trunks to help keep competitions family-friendly.”
I looked up at him and smiled. I released his half-hard cock and balls and immediately began licking every inch of his forbidden delight.
“I might be too nervous,” he worried.
“This will still feel good and relieve some stress,” I said, stroking him harder.
I quickly engulfed him and began a desperate game of working his worried cock first to an erection, then to a much-needed release.
I swirled my tongue. I boxed his frenulum. I sucked and fucked him as hard as I could.
Finally, after more than ten minutes he grabbed my hair and took over fucking my face like he owned me. His stiff cock banged hard into the back of my throat with each stroke. His thrusts sped up as I felt his pulse increase with my tongue on the underside of his shaft.
All at once, he grunted loudly as he pulled my head into his groin violently and held me there as he blasted wad after wad of thick cum down my throat. My fingers were digging into his ass crack holding him as tightly inside me as he was holding my head.
When his convulsions and explosions finally subsided, he released me panting.
I pulled back and looked up at him. The look on his face showed all I needed to know.
Most of his nervousness just went down my throat and, once he caught his breath, he would be ready for the biggest night of his life.
I rose to my feet and pushed my tongue into his mouth with the taste of his cum still on it. I held him tight at first. Then he grabbed me with his massive arms, and we kissed for a long several minutes.
“Better?” I asked when he finally let me come up for air.
“Much.”
“Let’s go get a trophy,” I said as I picked up my camera bags.
I led BJ to a bathroom as soon as we got to the auditorium and pulled him into a stall.
“I have something for you,” I said, pulling his pants down to expose his package.
“You just did this,” he protested.
He shut up when he saw me snap a black leather cock ring around his cock and balls.
“This is one of mine,” I said. “It’ll give you a little extra support during the show. With this you’ll have me holding you up all night.”
I pulled his trunks and pants back into place.
“If you win, I’m yours for the rest of the weekend,” I promised. “You can do anything you like to me anywhere you want.”
His eyes popped open, and he grinned widely.
There I was being his submissive.
It took more than an hour for the actual ceremony and judging to begin. I spent the time watching the crowd and other members of the press file into their respective places.
It’s pretty common for photographers to spend at least half their working time assessing and judging the equipment of other photographers. You could often tell what size paper a photographer worked for by the value of the equipment he used.
Of course, that didn’t really work for me since I bought my own stuff. But it was a fun camera nerd game to play during the down time at events like that.
I had to sit through several weight classes for smaller, lighter men before BJ’s class came up. Some of the other photographers gave me odd looks when they saw that I wasn’t shooting anything in those classes.
There were nearly three dozen men in BJ’s class. It was one of the largest. He was the fifteenth to hit the stage. Yes, I counted.
Only a few of his competitors were noticeably bigger than BJ. A couple had more definition in a couple areas. Most of them were very close or a bit less defined.
I was glad I wasn’t a judge for that class.
Because of our local connection, I was allowed to go to the side of the stage from which BJ would go on just before he came up. I shot his round ass walking out and got some shots of his first couple poses before rushing down front.
I shot half a roll from one 35 mm camera. Then I grabbed a couple medium format shots of poses I thought really showed off his body. I then switched back to the second 35 mm with a different lens. I got close to the stage to shoot up at BJ, and I got shots from farther out.
BJ looked amazing and the cock ring really made him pop out. He did very well, I thought. I noticed several others didn’t do quite as well in their posing routines. He looked so different glistening as he was covered in oil under the stage lights.
I felt like my new friend had a good chance that night.
When the entire class was finished, they all came out to line up for a minute of posing side by side. I shot furiously moving from side to side as fast I could, always keeping BJ center-frame.
Once they left the stage, I headed back to wait out the rest of the event with BJ. He was nervous again. But he felt like he’d done well.
“You did great!” I practically yelled. “You looked amazing out there!”
It took nearly an hour to go through the heavier classes. There were more competitors in those classes as there were more professionals at those weights.
Finally, the awards were announced. I wished I could have waited with BJ. But I had to be out front to grab a shot of him when he walked out to receive the trophy I was sure he would get.
And, sure enough, he won third place in his class. His bright smile lit up the auditorium as he walked out to accept his trophy. He quickly found me and looked straight at me as he was handed the trophy. I thought I noticed a wink.
After all the winners were announced and trophies passed out, all the winners had to go back out on stage for more photo ops.
Many of the competitors showered at the auditorium before leaving. BJ just wanted to go back to the motel.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
“No! Not at all!” His excitement still was obvious. “I just want to take a good shower alone with you and then maybe go out to celebrate. I can let myself have a couple drinks tonight!”
He made me let him get a head start in the shower so he could wash the oil off. He didn’t want to be too slick.
As soon as I stepped in, he lifted me high off my feet, giving me a bear hug with his massive arms wrapped around my waist.
By the time he set me down he already was completely hard and I was half hard.
We kissed while we fondled and jacked each other to the point of precum.
I immediately dropped to my knees and sucked him hard and fast. I thrust my head back and forth violently, pushing his cock as far down my throat as it would go and pulling it almost past my lips with every stroke.
He was practically screaming while I raped him with my mouth until he blew his sweet load into my mouth within two minutes.
I refused to let him pleasure me.
“Tonight’s your night, Hercules,” I panted. “I’m going to make that award-winning cock cum as many times as it can.”
We dried off and dressed. BJ actually wore a pair of pleated designer jeans and a pink button-down that set off his deep tan. It was the most clothing I’d seen him wear.
Though I hadn’t planned to, I pulled on a pink polo and BJ seemed flattered that I chose to match him. He had set my cock ring on the sink in the bathroom. I grabbed it and snapped it on to my wrist with Blaise’s. It still was oily, but I left it as is.
He had been given directions to a bar not far from the auditorium where some of the other competitors were planning to celebrate and enjoy their first drinks in several months.
As we walked up to the bar, I noticed several pairs of men lingering outside. I was more than a little surprised and kind of happy to see that we’d been invited to one of Queen City’s gay bars.
I immediately slid my hand into BJ’s even before we walked in. Finally, we were in friendly territory. We didn’t have to hide anything there.
Once inside, BJ recognized several acquaintances. Apparently, some other competitors had brought their boyfriends for moral support. And they seemed to represent nearly every weight class. Most of their partners looked like they also were weightlifters.
Even counting those from the lighter weight classes, I was the smallest one there.
We spent at least three hours drinking, laughing, and talking with BJ’s peers, men with whom he had more than bodybuilding in common. I found myself noticing all their bodies. A couple of them weren’t especially handsome, but all their bodies were amazing. My newly discovered muscle adoration went into overdrive. Being surrounded by so much muscle and testosterone was making my mouth water and my cock grow.
BJ and I stayed close, though, often holding hands or leaning against each other. My left hand tended to stay on his massive thigh. If we weren’t holding hands, he had his huge arm draped over my shoulder. I noticed it at the time as an overt show of possession. We looked like we’d been a couple for a long time. The other bodybuilders were shocked when he told them we’d just met four days earlier.