Total Exposure
Copyright© 2026 by Newbie66
Chapter 3: The First Nude Session
Friday night came faster than I expected.
The gym was completely empty, lit only by a few low overhead lights that cast long, soft shadows across the racks and mats. The air felt cooler than usual, carrying that familiar mix of rubber flooring, faint chalk dust, and cold iron. I walked in with my heart thumping steadily in my chest, wearing my tight black tank top, loose gray gym shorts, thick white socks, and my black lifting shoes. The bag over my shoulder felt heavier than normal.
Liv was already there, camera slung around her neck, a couple of light stands positioned around the squat rack and deadlift platform. She looked focused and calm in her usual black tank and jeans, long brunette hair tied back. She gave me a small nod as I set my bag down.
“Ready?” she asked, voice low and even.
I swallowed once and nodded. “Yeah.”
She didn’t waste time. “Shorts off first. Tank stays on for now. Socks and shoes stay on the whole session. They ground you.”
I stood under one of the brighter lights. My hands felt warm as I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my shorts. I paused for half a second, then pushed them down slowly. The fabric slid over my hips, past my ass, and down my thighs. The cool gym air hit my bare skin instantly. My cock swung free, heavy and soft, brushing against my inner thighs as the shorts dropped to my ankles. I stepped out of them, leaving my lower body completely exposed, cock, balls, and ass fully on display below the high hem of my tank top.
Liv raised her camera without a word. The shutter clicked softly as I stood there, heart pounding. She moved around me slowly, taking shots from the front first. Three deliberate clicks as my cock hung there, thick and warm in the open air. Then she shifted behind me for a quick burst, capturing my bare ass — round cheeks smooth and pale under the lights, the deep cleft running between them.
“Deadlifts first,” she said quietly.
I walked to the bar, feeling every step. My cock swayed gently with each movement, the cool air making my skin prickle. I dipped my hands into the chalk bucket and rubbed my palms together, white dust floating up. Liv moved in close, camera raised.
“Hold that chalk moment,” she murmured. “Hands up, eyes on the bar.”
I raised my hands to chest height, rubbing the chalk in, jaw set, face locked in quiet focus. The tank rode high on my glutes, leaving my entire ass and cock completely bare. She fired off three shots from the front, then dropped low behind me for a single clean shot of my ass — smooth, rounded, subtly flexed.
I stepped up to the bar, took a wide stance, and bent forward. The high tank rode up even higher as I hinged at the hips. My ass pushed back, cleft opening slightly. I gripped the bar and pulled hard. The weight left the floor and I drove my hips through, locking out with a deep squeeze. At the top my glutes clenched tight, round and powerful. Liv circled low, shutter clicking rapidly from behind — capturing the full spread of my ass on the descent, the deep arch in my lower back, the way my cock swung heavily between my spread thighs as I lowered the bar.
“slower on the descent,” she said, voice steady but quieter now. “I need the hamstring stretch, the way your ass opens.”
I lowered the bar with control, feeling the burn deep in my hamstrings as my ass pushed back. The cleft spread wider, skin stretching. My cock hung low, swinging forward with the hinge. Liv dropped even lower for front shots — my shaft thickening slightly from the blood flow, veins starting to show along its length. The shutter kept firing in bursts. Every rep felt more exposed than the last. Sweat began to roll down my back and into the cleft of my ass.
We did several heavy sets. By the end my breathing was rough, glutes buzzing, cock half-hard and flushed from the constant movement and her constant gaze.
“Squats next,” Liv said.
I loaded the bar on the squat rack and stepped under it. She moved in close again. “Before you unrack — hold the setup. Hands on the bar, shoulders set.”
I gripped the knurled steel, braced my core, and settled the bar across my traps. Liv shot from low in front, framing my face, chest, and the thick hang of my cock between my thighs. Then she moved behind for rapid fire as I finished loading — my ass round and firm, cleft fully visible below the tank hem.
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