LUMBERJACK PICTORIAL
The fitness photographer was bored out of his mind. All those perfect city boys with their shaved bodies and fake tans looked the same in his portfolio. He needed something real. Something dirty. So he drove out to the rural side of town, camera in hand, hoping for fresh air and inspiration.
That’s when he saw him.
A big, burly lumberjack chopping wood deep in the trees. Shirtless, sweat pouring down his thick chest and abs, dirt and sawdust stuck to his skin. His body was rough and powerful from real work — thick arms, wide back, heavy thighs straining against old jeans. The photographer’s cock twitched in his pants.
“Hey… you wanna make some money?” he called out.
The lumberjack wiped sweat from his brow and grinned. “What you got in mind?”
The photoshoot started simple. The big guy stripped down to his grey boxers, posing with the axe. His bulge looked heavy, sweat making the fabric cling to his thick cock and balls. The photographer’s hands shook as he clicked the shutter.
Then the lumberjack changed into a tiny red speedo the photographer brought. Fuck. The guy looked deadly in it — muscles shiny with sweat, ass round and powerful, that fat dick barely contained.
The photographer couldn’t stop staring.
The lumberjack noticed. He dropped the axe, stepped close, and grabbed the photographer by the shirt.
“You been eye-fucking me the whole time, camera boy,” he growled, voice deep and rough. “Time to pay for these pictures.”
He spun the photographer around, yanked his pants down, and shoved his thick, sweaty cock straight into his ass. No lube. Just raw and hard. The photographer gasped, gripping a tree as the big lumberjack started pounding him like a machine.
“Fuck… you’re tight,” the lumberjack grunted, his heavy balls slapping against the photographer’s ass. Sweat dripped from his chest onto the photographer’s back. The smell of wood, dirt, and raw man filled the air.
The photographer moaned like a whore, pushing his ass back for more. Every thrust made his cock leak. The lumberjack reached around and jerked him rough while railing his hole.
“Take that dick,” he growled. “This what you came for, city boy?”
The photographer came hard, shooting all over the forest floor while the lumberjack kept pounding. Finally the big guy roared and unloaded deep inside him, filling his guts with thick cum.
Panting and leaking, the photographer leaned against the tree with a stupid grin. “Fuck. This can't be my last shoot with you.”
The lumberjack slapped his ass and laughed. "Yeah. Another round of shooting, another round of fucking. I'm gonna axe that ass again.”
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