The Pineapple of Masculinity

Part 1 of a 2 part commission piece. 

All characters are consenting adults (18+) 

“Let’s hurry this up, Anderson” Coach Smith called, tapping his watch behind me. “We have a game to play”.

I tried to put the man out of my mind as I crouched down with the camera to my eye. The only reason I was doing this was because my photography professor had set this dumb assignment. Masculinity. What a ridiculous topic.

The entire college football team stared at me blankly as I fiddled around with my camera settings. Aperture, shutter speed, ISO, the exposure triangle. My brain was already fried, and it wasn’t helping that Coach Smith continued to mutter behind me.

“Is it done?” He asked, “my boys are getting restless, Anderson”.

“Nearly” I said, sweating as I tried to remember all the other aspects of taking photographs.

“Oh for crying out loud!” He barked, and the pressure became too much.

“Got it” I lied, and the football team immediately began to jog back toward the field.

“Let me see” the man said, walking toward me.

“Oh, uh… I have to um… I have to work on them first” I said, switching the camera off as he glared at me.

“Back in my day we took a damn photo and that was that” he growled, and left me there to pack away my things.

I’d always loved photography. Ever since I was a kid, I had a strange fascination with the beauty of cameras and what they were capable of. My dad bought me my first one when I was just twelve years old, and I’d been obsessed ever since.

Alas, studying photography in college had been something of a let down. I’d expected wild, exciting, interesting lectures, and breathtaking photographs that would skyrocket me to fame, but so far, we’d taken photographs of fruit and listened to Professor Madden talk about film photography, as though we would someday wake up and be transported back to the sixties.

Indeed, college was nothing like I was hoping for, but I was here now, and that was all that mattered. On the up side, most of the people on my course were equally as disappointed, so at least we had something in common.

“Look at this shit” I groaned, handing my camera to Alex, who I’d become close to over the last few months.

“Oh damn” he half laughed, “that is bad”.

“Right?” I sighed, as we both stared at the blown out image of the football team. “Maybe I’m not cut out for this, man. Coach Smith was busting my balls when I was tryna’ take the shot, and I just freaked out”.

“Why don’t you try taking a shot that doesn’t involve other people?” He asked, and handed me his camera.

Alex was good. Really good. He was probably the best photographer in the college, and that was evident from the image. It was nothing more than a pair of dirty, mud stained soccer boots on the bench in a locker room, but it was perfect.

“Maybe you’re right” I said, giving it back to him, and less than an hour later I was making my way across campus to the locker rooms for the football and soccer teams.

Naturally, because my luck generally sucked ass, the door was locked. I pulled at it for a moment, cursing to myself, before Colton showed up.

“I just know Coach Smith hasn’t picked your skinny ass for the soccer team” he laughed, shoving me playfully out of his way as pulled out the key and opened the door.

Colton was the only jock I knew in the entire college, who wasn’t a giant asshole. In fact, despite the size of his ego, Colton was a pretty nice guy, although he was a little bit of a dumbass.

“What are you doing here, anyway?” He asked, as I followed him into the sweaty, damp locker room.

“Taking photos” I told him.

“What, like some sort of pervert?” He chuckled.

“I have an assignment. Masculinity” I said, rolling my eyes.

“And what, you’re tryna’ take pictures of naked dudes in a locker room?”

“No, you moron. I need to find something ‘masculine’”.

Colton cocked a brow, but I could tell that he was utterly confused, so he walked toward one of the lockers whilst I searched around for something manly, and a few minutes later, all I’d found was a dirty old sock.

“What do you think is masculine?” I asked him, eyeing every inch of the small room.

Colton was now wearing only a pair of shorts, and I couldn’t help but be impressed by his body. The guy was all brawn. His abs were solid and his pecs were, too.

“Me” he said, tensing his biceps which made the thick muscle bulge.

“Be for real, man” I sighed, still looking around, but Colton glared at me.

“Look at me” he said, twisting his large, muscular frame, “if I ain’t the pineapple of masculinity, I don’t know what is”.

“The pinnacle” I grinned, but he didn’t seem to understand, so I let it slide.

As Colton did a one-man bodybuilding routine, I began to think that he might be onto something.

I’d only known him for a couple of months, and that was because he had accidentally bumped into me in the canteen, and sent me crashing over a table. Part of me had expected him to be just like all the other asshole jocks, and laugh it off, but he had apologised profusely, and even paid for a new lunch.

“You know” he said, sliding his shorts down to reveal a pair of tight white Calvins, “I’ve been thinking of doing some modelling recently”.

“Oh yeah?” I asked. He certainly had the looks for it, anyway. Colton was over six foot three, and admittedly, one of the most handsome guys I knew. He had ash blond hair, a cheeky smile, and a body to die for.

“Bit gay though, huh?” He chuckled, and to my disappointment, began to dress.

“Nah” I shrugged, “lots of straight guys do modelling”.

“For real?”

“For real”.

When Colton was fully dressed, he turned back to me and stared at me like I was an ant. I guess compared to Colton, I was an ant.

“Will you do it, then?” He asked.

“Take your photo?”

“Yeah, you get what you need for your little project thing, and I get what I need for the modelling agency”.

“My little project thing?” I laughed, and followed him back outside. “Alright then, it’s a deal”.

Colton scoffed as he locked the door and looked down at me.

“It’s a date” he said, “not ‘it’s a deal’”.

I watched as the muscular stud walked back across the field laughing to himself, and smiled.

“Whatever you say, man” I chuckled.

The idea of taking photographs of Colton was, admittedly, quite exciting. He was an extremely hot guy, and it wasn’t exactly a secret that I had a thing for extremely hot guys.

Coming to college had finally given me the opportunity to be myself. Back home, there wasn’t a single soul who knew I was gay, but here? I’d been pretty open with it, whenever I was asked.

Of course, Colton was a typical hot jock, and if the stories were true, he’d gone through half of the young women on campus in the last two months alone, so I wasn’t holding out much hope when we scheduled our little photo shoot for the following Friday afternoon.

“Like this?” He asked, crossing his large, solid arms and tilting his head back.

“Yeah, yeah, like that” I nodded, snapping multiple shots of him. “But try to look… Angrier”.

He glared at me. His dark eyes narrowed, and the veins in his biceps bulged. Holy shit, he was hot.

“Alright, good” I said, looking down at the pretty decent images on the back of the camera. “How about–”

I looked up to find Colton peeling his tight jersey over his head, right there, on the middle of the field. “How about this?” He asked, looking down at his chest, and making each pec jump.

“Yeah!” I almost gasped, taking a burst of images. If nothing else, I’d certainly enjoy them later that evening.

Colton turned around, flexing the solid muscle in his back, but it was his large, plump ass that caught my eye. It stretched out his shorts to the point that they almost looked like they’d rip, and much to my shock, Colton dragged them down and exposed the fleshy buns, bursting into laughter as I captured the moment.

“Maybe don’t show those ones to your professor” he laughed, pulling his shorts back up as I fought a stiffy.

“Yeah” I smiled back, my brain fuzzy after what I’d just witnessed.

“You know?” Colton said, stuffing his jersey into the waistband of his shorts as he walked over to me. “Maybe we could take some more photos in the locker room. What do you say?”

I looked up at him as he reached me. The warmth of his body smelled utterly perfect, and I shivered slightly as I nodded.

“S… Sure” I said, and he smirked at me, but there was something very different about the young jock, and I was about to find out what that was.