Date: Sun, 24 May 1998 05:43:05
From: acepecs@usa.net
Subject: Nick's Big Pecs 1

I first posted "Nick" (Part 1) to the Nifty Archive almost twelve months
ago and had such an encouraging response to the story, I have written a
couple of new adventures - Part 2 & 3.  Please let me know what you think
of them.  I am also interested in sharing fantasies, stories or real life
experiences with guys who are turned on by big muscular pecs or possess a
big set themselves.  Write me (Dave) at acepecs@usa.net

NICK'S BIG PECS (Part 1)

CHAPTER 1

Many years ago now when I was in high school there was this Greek guy by
the name of Nick who really became a very good friend of mine.  I don't
know whether its a genetics thing, but there's something about Greek guys
that has them easily able to really develop their bodies at an early age
and mature faster than others of the same age. Nick was an early developer
and had a body to die for.  At sixteen he had the body of a Greek god with
the biggest set of overdeveloped pecs I had ever seen.  Dolly Parton
wouldn't have had breasts that big at that age!  It was not only the girls
who were impressed by Nick's outstanding physical development, I can tell
you quite a few of the guys were in awe of his physique, especially his
chest development.  During the day, guys would come up to him and greet him
with a pat on the chest rather than on the shoulder or the arm, and their
hands would linger momentarily, to test the density of muscle there, the
thumb gripping the under portion of his pec to give him a mild squeeze.  It
didn't seem to matter what kind of top Nick wore, his pecs were always
stretching the fabric to the max and showcasing them perfectly.  It seemed
everyone was interested in copping a feel of Nick's bulging pecs.

In Phys Ed classes, Nick was always held up by our teacher as an example of
the perfect sprinter's physique - a huge muscled upper body, with a trim
waist and bubble butt, followed by thick tree trunk like thighs and bulging
calves.  Warm up sessions would often involve short sprints, which Nick
would always easily win.  The best sessions were when we played basketball,
and because there was no way of distinguishing what team you were on, one
of the teams was required to play "skins" or shirtless.  I reckon the coach
more than often picked the team Nick was on to play shirtless because he
was interested in copping a look at the sight of Nick's bulging muscles,
particularly those over developed breast-like pecs.  You can imagine the
crowd of onlookers that would seemingly come from nowhere when Nick was on
the court.  All eyes on his shiny, sweaty breasts bouncing in time to the
ball as he ran down the length of the court, finally to rise and finally
fall heavily as he jumped and basketed the ball.  The guys on his team
surrounding him to congratulate his goal, patting and groping his huge
heaving pecs.

As I said Nick's whole body was very well developed at an early age.  He
had particularly thick thighs, a bubble butt and a slim waistline, with
just the hint of lingering puppy fat, which extended over his lush but very
muscular boy breasts and broad shoulders.  One hot day we were at swimming
practice at an outdoor pool, and we were waiting for the instructor to
arrive.  After ten minutes in the hot sun, Nick's big smooth pecs were
relaxed and supple, the nipples stretched to the size of silver dollars
because of the heat and the weight of his thick muscles.  Every movement he
made, ever so slight producing a tremor and swaying motion in his boy
breasts.  I couldn't keep my eyes from ogling the lush golden flesh.  As we
waited on the grassed area away from the pool, I was trying to think of a
way that I could legitimately get a feel of Nick's hunky bod, especially
his luscious looking pecs.  My overactive mind didn't have to think long.

"Hey, let's have some piggy back fights while we're waiting," I suggested.

 As it was a game we played regularly in the schoolyard, albeit not
semi-naked, there was almost unanimous agreement.  The object of the game
being to dismount the rider of the opposing horse/rider pair.  I teamed up
with Nick of course, my good buddy and object of my desire.  For all his
obvious physical attributes, Nick was by and large, a quiet, shy guy who
preferred to follow rather than lead.  I suggested that Nick, being the
bigger, stronger guy should take the horse role, and I being the slightly
lighter guy the rider role.  So far, so good, everything was going to
plan. Winning or losing was of no great concern to me, although the longer
we kept winning I realised, the longer contact I would have with Nick's
humpy body.  Nick and I were in the first contest, matched with a couple of
smaller but still well muscled guys.  Nick was an awesome sight as I
mounted his broad back, the thick belts of muscle dancing under his perfect
unblemished skin.  I marvelled how soft it was as I gripped initially his
pumped deltoids for support.  His big arms gripped my legs just up from the
knees and hoisted me to a higher position on his wide back.  We were ready
to go into battle, and I was ready for some serious groping.  Nick's
agility even with my additional weight was amazing.  As we moved into
contact with our opposition my right hand reached out to grab hold of my
rider counterpart.  I struggled to dislodge their rider because with bare
skins it was difficult to get a hold and maintain it.  We were also
starting to work up a sweat, making my body tend to slide across Nick's
back.  The solution to the problem was obvious, and with my left hand I
reached over Nick's shoulder and grabbed the biggest handful of fleshy
teenage pec you can imagine, marvelling at its fullness.  I couldn't have
found a better handhold.  With such a firm hold, our opponents fell in easy
succession.  I would occasionally swap my hand over to Nick's other pec.  I
loved the feeling of cupping that great belt of bouncing muscle as Nick
jogged and jostled into position.  The sight was not lost on the guys who
were spectators, or on our opponents.  Nick began getting wolf whistles and
comments from the other guys.

"Hey Nick, you need a bra for those tits."  "Look at those breasts bouncing
about, wish I could have a feel of them."  "I bet his tits are bigger than
any of the girls!"

Needless to say Nick wasn't too impressed with the comments, and was
reluctant to continue the game.  He went to where his towel lay and draped
it over his wide shoulders and covered his heavy hanging pecs.  I told him
not to take any notice of them and said they were only jealous their chests
were no where as well developed.  He half-heartedly agreed but I couldn't
help noticing from that day on, Nick was kind of self-conscious about
baring his tit muscles around the other guys. I would have to change this
and waited for an appropriate opportunity.

CHAPTER 2

Yeah, my buddy Nick was a very hot young guy as well as being a good friend
and I wanted to be around him every chance I could.  I was round at his
place a couple of weeks after the swimming pool incident because his dad
had asked him to remove a tree from his backyard and he thought I might be
able to give him a hand.  Nick's Mum had died in a tragic car accident a
couple of years earlier, and his Dad had to work long hours to support the
family.  Much of the work around the house fell to Nick and his brother
Gerry who was two years Nick's junior, but already showing signs of
possessing some of Nick's genetic attributes.

When I arrived I was glad to see Nick was on his own and wearing a white
body hugging t-shirt which proudly stretched over his awesome big pecs and
fat perky nipples, the sleeves having being cut off near the shoulder to
accentuate his bulging biceps.  We quickly worked out what needed to be
done and got on with it.  You can imagine cutting, sawing, chopping and
digging can be pretty hot and thirsty work especially in the heat of summer
and Nick was already starting to show some sweat marks round his armpits
and the neckline.  I removed my t-shirt to cool down and suggested Nick do
the same.  I had been watching the movement and play of those big pecs
through his t-shirt while he was sawing some branches and was eager to see
those heavy slabs uncovered to the light of day.  He hesitated at first,
looking at me almost pleadingly as if to say, please don't make fun of my
tits.  After a few moments, the t-shirt came off to reveal a very sexy
sight, a hairless young torso with two seemingly overdeveloped pecs with
large and prominent dark brown nipples suspended above a taut and
relatively trim tummy.  I enviously ogled the golden skin covering such a
treasure, and said to him.

"That chest of yours is awesome.  It's really bulked up over the last few
months.  What's your secret?"

At my question, Nick looked around furtively, avoiding eye contact with me
and went as if to put on his t-shirt again.

"Hey, don't do that." I exclaimed, pulling the shirt from his hands.  "You
don't try and cover up your best assets.  You should be showing them off at
every opportunity." Bashfully he raised his downward gaze, and said, "Yeah
my Dad says the same thing to me all the time.  Part of the reason they're
growing so fast is that my Dad insists I follow a strict training and diet
program."  I pricked up my ears with that statement, but decided to
question him on that at a later time.

"Come on, show me how big you can make them.  Have you measured your chest
size recently?"

Proudly he flexed his pecs together and then separately, one at a time to
show the degree of control he had over their movement.  He replied that he
hadn't but was willing to find out.  We decided to take a break from our
work while Nick went and found a tape measure from inside the house.  All
the physical exertion had pumped his muscles to the max and as he sauntered
to the back door the bulky boy-breasts set up a sexy heaving motion all of
their own that had me instantly hard.  When Nick returned I said I would be
glad to assist him with the measurement and proceeded to unravel the
measure and reach around his wide back finally to bring the end of the
measure to the deep space between his thick bulging pecs.  After I'd made
the measurement of his chest, which was 53" in expanded state and 50" in
natural state, I commented that to get a truly accurate picture of the size
of his pecs we should measure their depth with a ruler.  At this suggestion
he remarked that we would need to go to his desk in his bedroom to find
one.  With that we grabbed our shirts and went inside.

The ruler Nick pulled from his desk was a steel ruler with the marks etched
in to the surface.  He flexed it a few times then handed it to me
indicating I should get on with the measurement.  I hesitated for a few
moments as I surveyed the scene in front of me.  His pecs in a relaxed
state appeared quite soft looking and I proceeded to grasp his mammoth
right pec with my right hand, marvelling at its fullness, bulk and
elasticity, burying my fingers into the relaxed flesh.  I did the same with
his left pec wondering which I should measure first.  I decided to put the
ruler down for a moment, deciding it was really a two handed job.

"These tit muscles are incredibly heavy," I said to him, as I cupped their
mass in my hands, and appraised their weight, pushing each huge pec mound
to the highest point on his chest and letting them plump down.  "I wish I
had a chest as huge and heavy as this." I said.

An awkward silence followed as I continued to grope his boy-breasts.  Nick
looked steadily into my eyes and then suddenly tensed his big tit muscles,
instantly making them rock hard.

"I'm no woman," he declared and forcefully brushed my hands away from their
grip on his breasts.

To further prove his point he challenged me to a submission-wrestling
match, there and then in his bedroom.  I was surprised with the challenge
given that Nick was aware of my wrestling prowess and knew I could beat him
whenever I chose.  I quickly accepted the challenge knowing this would be
another opportunity to feel up that muscle bound body and grab a hold of
those heaving boy breasts.  As we squared off Nick started to dance on the
balls of his feet, the thick muscles in his thighs bunching and relaxing,
his heavy pecs rising and falling in time to his dancing.  What an
incredibly sexy sight!  As he danced about I managed to back him into a
corner of the bedroom to which he couldn't easily escape.  As he bounced
about, I reached out with my open hands and teasingly slapped each of his
bouncing boy breasts, setting up another tremor of flesh movement in
opposition to that already in motion.  I drank in the sight becoming
increasingly aroused.

"You're going to enjoy this," I said to him as I reached out and grabbed
his head, and placing it under my arm proceeded to throw him over my hip,
my body landing heavily on his stomach.

A great whoosh of air escaped from Nick's lungs as the weight of my body
forced the air from them.  He lay quite winded gasping for air, his mighty
chest rising and falling.  I quickly seized the moment and reached for a
singlet lying on his bed to tie his wrists behind his back.  There was
surprisingly little struggle from Nick who finished up lying with his broad
back sitting up against my knees, me in a kneeling position.  His great
arms lay limply at the side of his prone body, his lungs still gasping for
air.  His huge pecs hung low on his chest, totally exposed and vulnerable.

Not wasting any time I thrust my right arm over his shoulder and grabbed
the bulging boy breast in my hand, squeezing so hard the flesh threatened
to ooze through my fingers.

"Hey, not so hard," Nick gasped.

I released the grip only momentarily in order to get a firm hold on both of
his enormous sagging breasts.  The flesh was more than enough to fill my
hands as I moulded and kneaded the thick relaxed muscles.  Nick moaned, not
in pain but in ecstasy as he enjoyed the rough manipulation.  I still had
plans for Nick as my hard dick threatened to split my shorts.  I quickly
shucked the shorts releasing my burgeoning penis and pushed Nick onto his
back, his boy breasts thrust high on his chest.  I straddled Nick's upper
torso, my seven-inch throbbing tool lying in the valley between his hefty
pecs.

"Look at the size of these tits," I said to him, as I proceeded to mound
each of his pecs around my throbbing cock and thrust it back and forth.

As you can imagine it was no time at all before my cock erupted with thick
spurts of gism across his chin and neck.  As my climax subsided I reached
for the steel ruler lying on the bed and started to lightly hit the mounded
breast flesh.  He moaned with delight with each touch of the cold steel on
his hot skin.  I sensed I had uncovered one of Nick's little secrets.


CHAPTER 3

In the afterglow of my sexual release I lay beside Nick on the floor, fully
aware of Nick's thick as a beer can erection mounding the front of his
shorts.  I wasn't disposed to release his pent up sexual energy just yet.
My rough handling of his boy breasts had considerably reddened his flesh
and his fat nipples appeared to be swollen and sat up about a half inch
from his meaty pecs.  I put the ruler down and lightly massaged the flesh
around his nipples, marvelling at the softness and resilience.  I remained
absorbed in this task for several minutes finally mounding and releasing
the plump tit flesh.  I moved my lips to his huge right tit and began
circling the nipple with my tongue, giving it a thorough bath.  The salty
taste was delicious.  My lips finally locked on to his erect nipple and I
nipped, teased and sucked it for all I was worth.  Nick arched his back in
response, thrusting his bulging pec against my hungry lips.  I opened my
mouth as wide as I could to take in as much of the hot breast flesh as
possible, both of my hands moving to the enormous pec to mound the flesh
for access to my voracious, sucking mouth.  I was in heaven as I trailed my
tongue over to his other mounded pec and savoured the soft skin.  This time
I opened my mouth to take in a sizeable chunk of breast flesh and bit into
the soft meat.  This I repeated several times, Nick moaning each time with
the pleasure.

"God you're beautiful," I gasped.  "I just love your breasts".

Reaching down to his shorts I released the buttons holding them in place
and roughly hauled them over his super thick thighs.  Nick wasn't wearing
underwear and his short but very thick cock sprang to attention and slapped
against his soft belly skin.  It twitched uncontrollably begging for my
hand to grasp it, but it would have to wait.  My cock again was rockhard
and begging for release.

"Roll over on to your stomach," I ordered.  "I want to see that bubble butt
of yours."

Nick dutifully complied, his big muscles shuddering as he rolled over.  His
gorgeous butt, the size and shape of two perfectly round rock melons came
into view.  I gave his muscle butt a playful swat with my hand and then
untied his hands, allowing his arms to fall by his sides.  I then lay my
body down the full length of his beautifully muscled torso to feel as much
of my skin touching his as possible, and started to move my hands slowly up
and down his incredible shoulders and arms, feeling up the bulky sculpted
muscles.  My hips were lewdly gyrating, my cock wedged firmly between his
deep butt cheeks leaking its juices.  His hips and butt moving in time to
mine.

I slowly brought my hands to his sides and stroked his heavy v-shaped lats,
and then moved them under his heavy chest until they were covering his
stupendous man-tits.  I began stroking and kneading his meaty pecs while my
cock ploughed the crevice between his soft but muscled ass cheeks.  My
fucking tempo increased steadily and so did the grip on his huge muscle
tits, the flesh beginning to ooze through my fingers.

"Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h", I cried as I spurted cum for the second time, the juice
puddling in the small of Nick's back.  I continued squeezing Nick's breasts
long after my orgasm had subsided marvelling their fullness and
weight. Finally I sat up and rolled Nick over to find a puddle of cum under
his tummy.

"Well now, it looks like you've had your fun, doesn't it", as I gathered
his cum in my fingers and proceeded to rub it over his bulging tit muscles.

"Time we got cleaned up stud," I said moving to the bathroom.  "I've got
plans for you and time's a wasting.

CHAPTER 4

Nick came out of his bedroom to where I waited for him in the kitchen. He'd
changed his gear and was now wearing an oversized loose fitting long
sleeved shirt, tucked into a pair of baggy jeans.

"Hey, what gives," I said to him pointing at the baggy and unflattering
shirt and trousers. "You're a stud.  My stud.  From now on I'll tell you
what you can wear."

With that we both returned to Nick's bedroom and I quickly found and tossed
him the smallest and tightest looking pair of shorts I could find in his
drawers.

"And you wont be needing this for a while," I said, roughly gripping his
oversized shirt and pulling it over his head.  "From now on when you're
with me you go topless, understand?"

"But ,but, people will stare and make fun of my tits," he groaned.

"I told you they're just envious." I said, moving in close to his body and
grasping the full-blown tit muscles in my hands and caressing them
lovingly.  "I wouldn't let anyone make fun of you."  With that I put my
arms around his broad back and hugged him tight to me, feeling his thick
mounded pecs pushing against my not insignificant chest.  "You're mine,
remember?"

As we headed out the front door it occurred to me I had no other plan in
mind than to be out in public with Nick, and watch the stares and listen to
the comments made by passer bys.  You can imagine Nick made a pretty
extraordinary sight in just a pair of tight shorts, his big built smooth
hairless chest thrust forward and bouncing with his every step.  I decided
to head to the shopping centre to buy a drink, and to show off Nick's best
assets.

We hadn't got more than halfway along the bike path which followed the
creek at the back of Nick's street than I saw approaching us along the
path, four very rough looking skin head type guys dressed in dirty looking
t-shirts and jeans.  They looked to be in their late twenties, all pretty
skinny and unattractive with unkempt hair and three days growth of
stubble. Two of the guys carried chains, which dragged clanking along the
ground, the other two carried baseball bats over their narrow shoulders.
As we came up to them on the path they made no attempt to make way for us
to pass.  My heart was really pounding in my chest with me thinking these
guys were up to no good, but I was also excited by the possibilities.

The ugliest one of all spoke up first and as he opened his mouth I noticed
three of his front teeth were missing adding to his ugliness.

"Well, well what have we got here."  His eyes travelled up the length of
our bodies from head to toe and came to rest on Nick's incredible chest.
In fact all their eyes were staring greedily at the sight before them.
"Hey guys, cop a look at the build on this kid." said the ugly one.  "I've
never seen tits this big on a guy before," said his mate.  "Yeah, they
can't be real man."

"Hey, let us pass guys," I said with a shaky voice.

"Not so fast," said the ugly guy, giving Nick's huge hanging pecs a shove
with his hands, his fingers sinking into Nick's ample chest flesh.  "We
mean to have us some fun first."

With that the two guys with chains swung them over our heads before we
could react and started wrapping them round our torsos, trapping our arms
by our sides.  They pushed me to the ground in a helpless heap, unable to
move my legs or arms.  I gazed on in excitement as all four of them
surrounded the equally helpless Nick.  I noticed the chain wrapped round
Nick had been wound round Nick's trim waist, leaving his big boy breasts
exposed and unencumbered.  Nick tried to hobble out of their reach but
couldn't, his heaving round pecs bouncing up and down with his movement.

"Look at the size of these mothers," one said, reaching out gripping hold
of Nick's oversized rich brown silver dollar sized nipples.

He held them between his thumb and index finger rolling the thick nubs
between his long thin fingers.  He proceeded to pull them up and away from
Nick's breasts, obviously getting turned on by the discomfort and yet
excitement Nick was showing on his face.  When they were pulled several
inches from Nick's already bulging chest, he started to shake the nipples
up and down.  This produced the most amazing tremors in Nick's surrounding
tit flesh and really turned on the mean looking dudes, their dicks
beginning to bulge massively at the front of their puny looking hips.

Nick tensed his huge muscles in an attempt to loosen the chain's hold on
his arms but to no avail.  If anything the chains tightened around his
waist as his arms and shoulders pumped and bulged with the effort, his tit
muscles bunching and relaxing time and again with the strain.  The four
guys moved in real close to him on all sides mesmerised by the awesome
display of strength., their hands reaching out to feel up his sexy smooth
torso and rub their bodies and rock hard cocks against his flesh.  Hands
were squeezing and grasping his pecs and biceps while others rubbed his
ample arse and soft sensuous inner thighs finally undoing the zipper of his
tight shorts to release his hot and hard cock.  Nick was incredibly turned
on by the man handling he was getting, his cock thick, rigid and throbbing
now in the open air.

The men continued their horny assault on Nick's hot and now sweaty torso,
their tongues licking his neck, face and earlobes, sucking on his neck
leaving little love bruises on his flesh where they had sucked for too hard
and too long..  Nick had now completely relaxed and resigned himself to
enjoy whatever was going to befall him.  Two of the guys had moved steadily
down from his neck and were licking and slurping all over his bulging
breasts and finally locking onto and nursing on each plump nipple.  The
other two guys stepped back and removed their t-shirts and exposed their
skinny, puny looking upper bodies.  It was quite apparent neither of them
had been near a gym in years, if ever.

They pulled the other two guys from Nick's chest and one said, "It's time
to see just how much punishment this guy's chest can take."  He moved his
hand to Nick's overdeveloped right pec and appraised its weight by lifting
it high on Nick's chest and letting it flop back down to its natural
relaxed position.

"It almost seems unnatural for a guy to have tits this big and round," he
said looking at his own and his buddy's totally flat chests then back to
Nick's highly contoured torso. "I bet he plays with them a lot, and lets
his mate massage them for him. Is that right dude?" he said, curling his
thin fingers into fists and slowing pushing them against the huge pectoral
mounds in front of him. "Yeah, I bet that's right."

He began a series of, at first, light punches to the thickest and fleshiest
part of Nick's hanging boy breasts.  Nick tensing the huge muscles to take
the punishment.

"Relax them, tit boy," he ordered.  "I want to see the flesh shake and I
want to feel my fist deep in the muscles.  Do you understand?"

Nick didn't need to give a verbal response.  He relaxed his tit muscles and
the assault resumed, this time flesh tremors rippled all over Nick's upper
torso as the blows rained on him.  This was a huge turn on for the guys and
each took it in turns to give Nick's big tits a workover, while the others
stroked their cocks. Pretty soon the excitement of the situation was too
much, and as they neared climax, they halted the assault on Nick's
exhausted body, and lay him down at their feet, and resumed their beating
off.  Ten seconds at the most was all that was required before thick spurts
of creamy cum started to splatter over Nick's red and swollen looking
breasts.

With their dicks spent the skinheads became aware of the need to get moving
before someone might happen across the scene.  They quickly zipped their
trousers, put on their t-shirts, and while two of them stood over Nick and
I with baseball bats at the ready, the other two removed the heavy chains.

"That was great fun guys," one of them yelled as they began to run off down
the path, leaving Nick and I to pull ourselves together.  I decided that
after that experience we might leave our visit to the shopping centre till
later and so we wandered slowly back to Nick's place, me with my arm around
his waist to support him, both of us still in a highly aroused state..

CHAPTER 5

Nick was still pretty weak so I decided to help him have a shower and clean
up.  Both of us sported enormous erections as we entered the shower and
bath recess, both looking for release of our sexual energy.  I started by
soaping down Nick's broad v-shaped back, loving the feel of the soft
texture of his golden brown skin.  I worked my way down to the small of his
back and the sudden flare of creamy soft buttock flesh, which jutted out
like soft pillows from his narrow hips.  I paid particular attention to
soaping up the crevice between his chunky cheeks, the soap and my hand
almost disappearing completely with the depth of muscular boy butt.  Nick
seemed to be enjoying my attention to this part as well because he pressed
his buttocks against my lathering and massaging hands.  I then proceeded to
soap up his thick flared thighs, the skin here also soft and creamy and
work myself around to lather the soft flesh of his inner thighs.  I
couldn't help but notice Nick's thick cock was standing to attention, his
plump teenage balls nestling at the base, and surrounded by a lush patch of
black hair.  My soapy hands grasped his rigid dick and proceeded to soap it
up thoroughly.  Nick thrust his hips forward in an attempt to use my hands
as a fuck chute.  I knelt down at his feet to get more comfortable and
after washing the soap from his cock opened my mouth wide to take in as
much of it as possible.  This was proving difficult given the girth of it
so I was happy to suck on the enormous flared head and first couple of
inches.  Nick's hands were holding onto my head while his hips hunched
forward.  I was trying to see his face from below but his oversized pecs
were so deep and thick they formed a shelf jutting out from his ribcage
which obscured any view beyond.  My attention was drawn back to his immense
breast-like pecs with the deep cleavage between.  Both his silver dollar
sized nipples were pointing directly at me, stretched to their full size
with the weight of muscle above them.  They looked at this moment
incredibly suckable, with the water cascading over them.  The kneeling
position was becoming uncomfortable so I released Nick's cock, stood and
motioned Nick to sit on the edge of the bath so I could get into a good
position behind him to lather up his thick upper torso.  Nick's broad
shoulders hunched over, his huge arms relaxed at his sides.

With the soap in my hand I reached down and ran the soap over the twin
pleasure domes of his mighty chest, the skin soft and smooth as silk. After
making a thick soapy lather, I put down the soap and with my two hands
began a slow and sensuous massage of Nick's ample breast flesh.  The sheer
weight and density of relaxed muscle amazed and excited me.  With a breast
cupped in each hand I began a sexy juggling game, hefting each thick pec
one at a time as if juggling a pair of rock melons.  The big pecs flapped
madly in my hands, producing an incredibly sexy feeling.  I moved round to
Nick's front, my seven-inch rockhard cock at his tit level.  I brought the
head up to one of his nipples and pressed my piss slit over his erect
nubbin.  With the slit securely over the nubbin I proceeded to nipple fuck
him.  This was easy with tits the size and depth of Nick's, as I was able
to thrust firmly with my cock, which buried several inches into plump
breast flesh.  I was incredibly turned on by this action and moved over to
his other pec to repeat the procedure.  After several minutes of nipple
fucking I stopped and holding my stiff cock in my hand began to whack his
teenaged breasts with it, amazed at the movement I was able to generate in
his pec flesh.  I came in about ten whacks flat and spewed gism over each
bulging breast.  Nick's hand had been busy stroking his beercan thick cock
during this attack on his tits and released his creamy thick load seconds
after my release.

We dried ourselves off and each put on a pair of shorts and retired to the
kitchen for a drink.  This activity was sure thirsty work!  I decided that
now was as good as any to question Nick on his earlier comments about his
Dad's insistence on him following a strict training and dietary program.

"So what kind of training does your Dad put you through?" I asked him.

CHAPTER 6

"Would you like to see for yourself?" he asked.

"I sure would," I replied.

"OK, come with me now.  You're going to have to promise me that you'll tell
no one what you end up seeing tonight.  Understand?" he said, leading me to
what seemed like the garage at the back of the property.

"Of course buddy.  You can rely on me." I said, following close behind him.

Nick drew a key from the pocket of his shorts and unlocked a padlock to a
side door of the garage.  After opening the door, he switched on a light.
I was surprised that a light would be needed being such a sunny day, but
the reason became apparent as I entered and saw that all the windows were
covered in a black plastic material.  I looked around and was amazed at the
large open space before me.  In one section was what looked to be a weight
training area.  There were racks of barbells, dumbbells, and free weights
closeby what I recognised to be a benchpress and other weight training
machinery.  As I took in the range of equipment I quickly realised what it
was for.

"It's no wonder your tits are overdeveloped," I said to him.  "This
equipment is almost exclusively for building the upper body and
particularly pecs."

He nodded and led me to the area adjacent to the weights area.  Here were
half a dozen armchairs placed in a row and facing what appeared to be a
massage bench and beside that a dentist's chair, complete with velcro strap
fasteners at the waist, neck, ankles, and wrists.

"What are these for," I said, pointing to the chair and bench.

"You'll have to wait and see," he replied, with a mischievous grin on his
handsome face.  "Which wont be too long." he said, glancing at his watch.
"Dad and some of his mates will be here really shortly, I'll need to get
ready." With that he led me to what looked to be a kind of old wardrobe.
"You'll have to remain in here," he said, opening the door.  "There's a
hole been drilled just big enough to give you a great view of the
proceedings. You'll have to be very quiet though, cos Dad would be furious
if he thought anyone else could see what goes on."

My curiosity, to say the least was activated by his secrecy.  I willingly
agreed to his terms and entered one half of the empty wardrobe.  The other
half contained a rack of what looked to be the skimpiest and sexiest of
latex bodyhugging workout gear.

Nick selected a pair of black skimpy arse hugging shorts, a small looking
white cotton t-shirt, and what could only be described as a kind of rubber
harness but little more than two figure eights joined together in
sequence. He swapped the shorts he was wearing for the black rubber ones
and proceeded to don the black harness, which he seemed to have a deal of
trouble getting into.  I gave him a hand by stretching the rubber straps
round the contours of his huge teenage breasts.  I stood back and drank in
the sight of Nick dressed in skimpy rubber gear.  The shorts adhered to his
bulging rump and thick upper thighs like a second skin, the outline of his
thick cock evident on the inside of his right thigh.  The harness in fact
was a type of bra with straps but no cups.  The effect was breathtaking,
the straps showcasing and accentuating the thickness and roundness of his
heavy pec flesh, almost looking as if the breasts had been pushed through
the strap openings.

"You look good enough to eat," I said to him, giving his chest a couple of
playful swats with my hands.

"You better get into the wardrobe quick smart," he said, "They'll be here
soon and I've still got a few things to do first."

With that he locked the wardrobe leaving me in the dark, so I quickly
zeroed in on the hole where light was streaming through.  I saw him then
walk over to a fridge, which was in one of the corners, open the door and
take out what appeared to be a syringe and a vial of liquid.  He placed
them on the bench, then reached for the small white t-shirt and proceeded
to stretch the fabric over his huge upper torso.  The bottom of the shirt
about two inches short of the top of his black latex shorts, which left a
sexy brown, strip of creamy smooth belly skin exposed.

A number of car doors banged close by followed by some masculine
voices. They seemed to disappear into the house.  Nick came over to the
wardrobe and whispered to me through the closed door.  "They'll be here
shortly, they're just getting themselves a drink."  In no time at all the
back door banged and the voices became louder as they approached the
garage.  I saw a dark thickset man of about forty enter the door.  I was
struck immediately by the handsomeness of his features from his long hair,
dark eye brows and thick sensuous lips, to his incredibly broad shoulders,
thick chest and narrow waist.  This just had to be Nick's Dad, the likeness
quite uncanny. He was followed by three equally good looking and built men
of about the same age.

"I see you're prepared my boy", said his father his eyes moving over every
detail of Nick's hunky body and being finally drawn back to the two
enormous bulges stretching to the max the front of Nick's white t-shirt.
His right hand reached out and started to stroke the outline of Nick's left
breast.  "These are progressing very nicely," he said, "I'm very proud of
you."

He gripped a handful of breast flesh and drew Nick in close to him and gave
him the longest and most sensuous kiss on the lips.  He finally broke the
kiss and said, "Come and greet our friends."

The men had put their drinks down and were waiting in line for Nick to
approach each of them in turn.  They were openly leering at the stretched
fabric covering each of his overdeveloped boy breasts and the considerable
bounce they were producing as he approached them.  As Nick's father had
done each man in turn grabbed and squeezed a handful of overdeveloped pec
flesh and kissed Nick passionately on the lips before releasing their hold
on him.

"Time for our little exhibition my boy."

With that his father led Nick to the bench and beckoned Nick to sit up on
the bench.  This he did.  Nick's father then gripped the neck of Nick's
t-shirt with his two hands and with great strength tore the material right
down the front of Nick's body exposing the golden brown breast flesh and
the deep cleavage between.  In a sitting position Nick's breasts sagged
considerably under their weight. His father pulled each side of his torn
shirt away and over Nick's shoulders exposing for the first time the
fullness and roundness of Nick's breast flesh to the gasps of disbelief of
his father's lustful and admiring friends.  Nick's father reached for the
needle and syringe and checked to see there were no air bubbles.  He then
proceeded to grip the lower portion of Nick's huge left breast and raise it
so it plumped up into a sexy hillock on his chest and without further ado
plunged the needle into the breast flesh and emptied the contents of the
syringe.

"A special formula of breast enlarging hormones and anabolic steroids,"
said Nick's Dad turning to his mates.  "The proportions are critical as you
will see later.  Now, to pumping these pecs to their absolute
capacity. Move to the equipment and begin your workout, son," he said to
Nick.  "These gentlemen can spot you with the heaviest lifts.  You may even
like to test the pump he gets.  He really responds to encouragement as you
will see," he said to the men.

Nick moved to the bench press and loaded the bar to 200lbs, a suitable
warm-up set.  He quickly pumped out a set of fifteen reps to the obvious
appreciation of the three guests, and then reloaded the bar to 280lbs.

"I'll need a spot for this set," he said.  "Stavros, can you stand here and
support the weight if I need it in the last couple of reps," Nick said,
pointing to the position he wanted Stavros to take up.

 Stavros quickly moved into position behind the benchpress and waited for
Nick to begin.  As before Nick had no trouble pumping out the first ten but
slowed considerably at eleven, and required Stavros' assistance on twelve
to get the bar back into position.  Nick rose to a sitting position on the
bench, and his father passed a small jar, which contained what looked to be
a cream to Stavros.

"Apply the cream to his breasts.  It will avoid stretch marks appearing on
his skin and also promote muscle growth," said Nick's Dad to the admiring
mates.

Stavros didn't need to be asked twice, and placed a dollop of cream high on
each of the huge slabs of beefy tit flesh and proceeded to use both hands
to massage in the cream, working his hands round and around the breasts in
circles.  Eventually the cream was all worked in to the skin, but Stavros
was content to continue the massage, as was Nick, whose eyes were closed
and obviously enjoying the attention.  He cupped the full and heavy tits in
his hands and appraised the weight of each.  Nick's Dad signalled that Nick
should continue with the exercises and he moved to the pec deck apparatus
which worked the inner pecs and provided a defined and deep cleavage.

Again a spotter was required, and the second of his father's friends was
chosen to assist.  Again more cream was required at the end of the exercise
which was lovingly applied this time by Costas.  Nick's pecs were really
beginning to balloon with the intensity of his workout as he moved from
exercise to exercise.  Each of his father's friends assisting and massaging
when required.

As each set of exercises was completed Nick was progressively looking more
tired and exhausted.  At the completion of the last exercise Nick had to be
assisted from the apparatus by Stavros and the third man, George.  Each of
Nick's arms was placed around their necks as they supported his weight and
walked him back to the massage table where he was put in a seated position,
his huge arms were relaxed by his sides. These seemed to be dwarfed though
by the enormous dimensions of Nick's pumped and overdeveloped mantits, as
they hung heavily on his ribcage.  His already large nipples were now
engorged and stretched by the workout and the hormone treatments.  His
father seemed to be studying them intently and hefted each heavy pec in
turn to get a better view of them.  He began to knead the swollen pec
flesh, working his strong fingers from the outer area of the pec slabs,
slowly kneading towards the engorged and swollen nipple. Finally his
fingers were close to the nipples and he gripped the breast flesh round the
nipple with a renewed intensity.  To my amazement and the amazement of the
three onlookers Nick's nipples started to erupt, each squirting what
appeared to be a watery milky liquid.  Nick's father wasted no time and
brought his open mouth close to the squirting nipples to catch the milk.
After about five squirts he stopped the breast kneading and swallowed the
liquid.

He turned to his mates and declared, "I've discovered the fountain of
strength and vitality.  I can feel the goodness coursing through my body.
Care to join me in drink?" he said to each of them.

Stavros and Costas each moved to a side of Nick's body but instead of
squirting the milk from the nipples to their open mouths they chose to
apply their lips to each fat and engorged nipple and suck out the milky
goodness.  This continued for about half a minute until George was
frightened that there would be very little left for him.  He dragged
Stavros from Nick's left tit while Nick's father pulled Costas off the
right.  Milk continued to ooze from the juicy looking nipples, but not for
long as the waiting men locked their lips round the tits and began to
suck. Nick seemed to be totally relaxed and enjoying the whole experience
as he curled his hands around the base of his huge melons and pushed them
towards the men.  After a couple of minutes of such intense sucking, Nick's
breasts started to dry up and the men withdrew their mouths, licking their
lips with their tongues to ensure no drop was missed.

With Nick's tits emptied of milk the men farewelled him and retired to the
house, leaving him to tidy up the garage.  He wasted no time in releasing
me from the wardrobe.  I couldn't help staring with a new appreciation at
his overdeveloped pecs and the marvels and possibilities that they held.  I
tenderly touched some of the milk, which was still oozing from his nipples
and placed it on my tongue, the flavour more rich and creamy than I
expected.

"They only produce milk after I have an injection followed by an intense
workout," he commented.

This explained to me why his breasts hadn't squirted earlier with all that
intense tit play we had had.  I helped him remove the rubber tit harness
from his chest and he went to the wardrobe and selected a new white
t-shirt, which he pulled over his hunky torso.  As we left the garage we
passed a lit window in the house over the back fence.

Nick turned to me and pointing to the window said, "I had an amazing
experience with the old guy who lives in there a couple of weeks back.
I'll have to tell you about it some time."

"Tell me now." I pressed him.  "In fact, tell me on the way home to my
place right now."

He agreed and admitted that his Dad's friends would be there for quite a
while yet and he wouldn't be required.  As we walked out the front gate he
began his story which I will relate to you now.