Written for www.ClubMegaPecs.com
Twenty-one year old Mike walked into the room he shared with his roommate and best friend Chris, exhausted and perspiring after an intense workout.
Ever since he entered college he had realized that his physique, and particularly his pecs responded well to workouts. Also that they were an object of admiration amongst his college-fellows. So Mike had decided to devote as much time and energy as possible to the development of well-defined muscles, with specific enthusiasm towards the nurturing of his pecs. The aim was not over-musculature, but aesthetically-acceptable musculature with unimaginable definition and pectoral mass.
However, today, as he came into the room (in which Chris was present), he appeared pensive. Mike was wearing a t-shirt, which was pasted thin to his body by the sweat of the workout, and curved around the bulging pecs, making them as conspicuous as ever. Even the definition of his abs was visible underneath the wet shirt. Beneath, he was wearing shorts which hugged his intensely chiseled thighs so tightly that it seemed they could never be taken out.
In short, Mike, after a regular workout, was a moving exhibition of muscle definition and muscularity. Even the blood-engorged veins were discernible underneath the fabric as they disappeared into the tight sleeve partially covering his biceps. Chris, his roommate from the very beginning, was of course delighted to see this, as he anticipated the intense worship session that would inevitably follow, now that Mike was back from workout.
It was regular procedure. Neither of them would miss it ever, even for a day.
Each felt that he owed it to the other for the sheer enjoyment that the other provided, Mike with his pectoral mass and development, and Chris with his unmatchable worship skills. This evening, however, Mike did not directly proceed into worship mode. As already said, he appeared somewhat tense and hesitant about something, and this worried Chris. He saw Mike walk up to the full length mirror (in his insanely tight t-shirt and shorts) and stand before it in observation.
Unlike other occasions, there was doubt instead of admiration for his own physique that was reflected on his face. He turned sideways and observed the projection and bulge of his shapely pectoral muscles beyond the torso. It was visible even with the shirt on, because the shirt clung to his muscles like skin, so much so that he did not need to take off his shirt at all to observe any of his muscles.
Even the part of the thigh that his shorts covered exhibited their definition through the fabric, and the same went for his engorged dick which was crying for emancipation. Mike flexed his pecs and observed them bunch up, almost making his side profile resemble the letter `P'. He sucked in his corrugated abs and flexed them tight, so as to make the pec-bulge more obvious (not that it needed any obviation!).
The best part about his upper body was that unlike most bodybuilders, the muscles which made up his 8-pack were not the typical swollen, bulging types. Instead they were straight and flat, with the central ridge running deep, which only made his bulging pecs more prominent in contrast. As Mike observed, many bodybuilders, despite having great pecs, fail to impress in terms of their mass because the 8-packs bulge in competition to the chest muscles.
"What's wrong, Mike? Anything amiss in this living work of art?" asked Chris walking up to the mirror where Mike was flexing, and embracing Mike's abs from behind, feeling them with his hands. "Doesn't seem so with me! Prime meat as ever. Look at these pecs man! Seems like they've grown since the morning! Absolutely pumped and waiting for worship. Lets get down to giving it the worship it is so craving for."
"Its Vince Crammer," said Mike.
Vince Crammer could be described as Mike minus the pecs. He was two years senior to Mike, and when Mike joined college, Vince was in his graduation year. He was captain of the athletics team, but unlike the slim and controlled musculature of athletes, his was an impressively defined physique, with every muscle rippling for attention. His was reputedly the hottest body on campus.
When Mike joined the college gym, he himself was motivated by Vince's development and Vince often advised Mike on workouts and weights. However, as Mike went on to developing greater definition beyond Vince's expectations, Vince grew jealous of his achievements.
In two years' time, Mike had not only surpassed Vince in muscular development and definition, but had also the added advantage of supremely developed pecs - something that Vince had not.
His body was all pure muscle (and worship-material for many before Mike's advent) , but his pecs were completely average for his body type, and nothing when compared to Mike's. Mike's body became more popular in the dorms and hostels, (more because he offered a new meaning to muscle worship with his pectoral mass) and Vince rarely interacted with him, even in the gym.
"Actually Chris, I am not so sure if everybody thinks this way," said Mike. "Back in the gym today, Vince Crammer was watching me work at the flies. Well, you know how I have admired Vince's body ever since I joined college. So I thought `let me crank out a few extra reps just to impress Vince' and I pumped away at the flies till my pecs were up to bursting point.
"Then I walked up to Vince and put on a pec show for him, bouncing and flexing in expectation of the usual response. When I asked him, `What say, Vince, about the pump? Looks like they'll burst any time, eh? Just cop a feel, why don't you?' this is what he said, and what has left me confused since:
"Well Mike, if you really want to know what I think about your legendary pecs, then I think they are disgusting. They are an aberration of muscular development. They look repulsive to me. I mean Mike, just look at that mass hanging out of your shirt like - like boobs or something! Shit man, men's pecs are not meant to look like boobs.
"You think I'm jealous cuz I can't work myself to get a set like yours? Hell no man, I very well can, but I won't. Why should anyone work his pecs to such proportions? I don't want people staring at my chest when I walk past, wondering what is stacked inside, silicon balls or pillows.
"A normal man expects a chick's chest to have the bulges, not a jock's. A jock has the bulges in his pants, not in his pecs! Hell man, what a waste of muscle! Its sick and its depraved. If I were in your place, moving about with a pair of sacks on my chest, I would do my best to hide them, instead of showing them off at the slightest provocation like you.
"Stop flexing them for me, save it for your perverted cronies in your dorm who jack off over them!"
"Having said this," continued Mike, "Crammer spat on my pecs, and left the gym, saying that this was the last of such perversity that he would ever lay his eyes upon!"
"Come on, Mike" said Chris, "you can't possibly take that Crammer guy seriously. He's jealous of your pecs, and has never tried to hide it. When you did that pec show in front of him, he was faced with the sheer muscular reality of whatever he had heard of or fantasised, and reflecting upon his own deficiency in the pec-department, took it arrogantly. That's all."
"Perhaps you're right, Chris, but still I wonder if these pecs are really worth the obsession that I have put into their development?
"Convince me, Chris, convince
Chris moved closer to his muscular idol: "I'll also show that Crammer sucker what these pecs are worth, and make him cum on the very muscle on which he has spat. But for now, let me show you what they are worth. Just stand still, in front of this mirror, in side profile. Don't budge, just keep looking at the mirror as I remove your doubts before your own eyes. Just look and listen, and you'll be laughing at your doubts even before I/m half done with you."
Mike knew this was one of Chris's new worship ideas, and so he obliged by standing still, in side profile to the full length mirror, staring at his own reflection clad in body-hugging shorts and t-shirt.
Chris continued: "Now stand absolutely relaxed. Don't flex a muscle unless I tell you. Close your eyes for a moment, forget that you ever had this conversation with Crammer, or that you have a muscular pec-endowed body at all. When you open your eyes, look at the mirror as if you are staring at an outsider, not at your own reflection. (Mike shut and opened his eyes.)
"What you now see before you is a 21-year old strapping young stud, and perhaps one of the very few guys his age with such muscularity. He's wearing a tight t-shirt, or rather an ordinary t-shirt rendered tight by his muscle mass, as is common with all muscle bound jocks of his age.
"So what sets him apart as a desirable object from the other muscular jocks? Is it the vein-traversed bicep, now semi-covered by the sleeve, which threatens to blow up at the slightest flex of the forearm and send the sleeve rolling up into the valley between the bicep and the shoulder?
"Is it the corrugated and highly defined eight-pack abs that are showing even under that flimsy shirt of his? Is it the traps? Is it the lats? Is it the thighs which are making fun of the shorts? Or is it even the 8.5" hard dick which is more revealed than hidden by the shorts?
"No, what sets this hunk that you see Mike before you apart from the rest are undoubtedly this monumental bulge that you can so readily appreciate in side profile. The pectoral muscles. The only region of pure and concentrated muscular accumulation."
Mike was already hard at these descriptions of his own musculature, and hoped that Chris would not make him stand still and calm for much longer without release. However, he was willing to go the whole way...
Chris continued: "If you still think these pecs are nothing that the hunk in the mirror should boast about, then take a look at this. Observe as I slowly roll up the t-shirt up his abs. (Chris carefully tuned the edge of the t-shirt all around so that it would easily roll up instead of sliding past Mike's skin. Wasn't difficult, given the fact that it was tight on his body, and wet with exertion.)
"Observe Mike as the individual serrations in the abs are revealed one by one. In side profile, what you are seeing is a progression of small mounds being unravelled, Four in number, representing the 8-pack abs which are so clearly defined in this hunk's abdomen.
"Now I'm rolling it against the bigger mound, and I'll allow it to rest at half the distance between the nipple and the shoulder, so that you can appreciate the glistening mass. Observe the curve – it's a sagging curve, with the bottom portion heavier and more massive than the upper, and consequently the nipples pointing downward due to the weight,
"This is because the muscle is relaxed. I can even cup the two masses in my palms (Mike's dick gives a surge as Chris touches his pecs and plays with them) and lift them. They play into my hands like dough – though tough dough. I can even squeeze them and lift them higher, because they are relaxed. However, observe now as I ask the subject to flex them. (Mike flexes his pecs and holds the flex till further instructions.)
"They are now a completely different entity. They no longer play into my hands. They are hard as rocks. Even the curvature has changed from bottom heavy to centre-round and the nipples are looking straight ahead. The smoothed topography has changed revealing striations running across. Look as I pound them ineffectively with my fist. They just wont give- way too hard and dense. Just to make the contrast clearer, I'll ask the guy to relax one of his pecs. (Mike does so, holding the other in flexure.)
"Now look at the sheer contrast in the nature of the two adjacent muscles – one I can squeeze and fondle with my palms, the other as solid as a rock. (Chris fondles the relaxed pec with his palm while pounding the hard one alternately, and this makes Mike scream out loud begging for Chris to strip him of his shorts and take care of the throbbing boner inside them. Chris however does not relent.)
"Now let us explore another aspect of the pec muscle", continued Chris, "that of suckability", something which no other muscle group on the male body offers in the same way. Now look on as I suck with my mouth on one of the pecs of the hunk in the mirror, while I leave the other unsucked."
Mike knew where this was headed, and pleaded desperately to let him take his pants off. Chris allowed this concession, knowing fullwell the outcome.
Chris then began sucking one of his pecs as he looked on in the mirror. This time, he even felt the action, since it was his own pec which was being sucked, and he could barely prevent the cum from flowing towards his dick.
At first Chris sucked with just his lips on the nipple – akin to sipping action using a straw. This made the nipple engorge with blood and grow larger in size, even as Mike howled in pleasure as the juices ran wild in his body, all headed for release towards his dick.
However, as soon as the nipple was large enough for Chris's liking, he changed the sipping-with-lip action to a sucking-with-mouth action. He first lubricated the nipple and its surrounds with his moist tongue, and then applied a whole rhythmic suction force not just to the nipple, but to the peak region of the pec-muscle surrounding the nipple with all the force his mouth could offer.
He sucked wildly, and Mike's dick responded with equal wildness, now standing horizontally straight at just above 8.5 inches and ready to burst. Mike, forbidden to move a muscle, could only close his eyes and groan and moan in orgiastic pleasure. However, he willed himself to hold back until Chris was done with his sucking.
Finally, when Chris had sucked Mike's pec to his own exhaustion, he stood back and observed the results.
"Now look at the mirror once again", said Chris to Mike who had shut his eyes begging for release, his cock stimulated by the intense sucking session, " and you can clearly see for yourself that the pec that I have been sucking upon is visibly protruding an inch beyond the unsucked pec."
At this, Mike opened his eyes and in his side profile in the mirror, saw that it was indeed true. His left pec, the one which had been sucked and which was farther away from the mirror, clearly projected a visible inch beyond the profile of his right pec, and it was red and sensitive due to the sucking action. Its shape too was more pointed than the unsucked pec.
"Fuck Chris! I never knew that was possible! You have sucked my fucking pec out of its original size! Holy fuck man! Its protruding almost an inch longer than normal! ", exclaimed Mike.
"Well, I think the same might be true for your dick, though I haven't even touched it!", said Chris, feeling Mike's iron-hard almost 9-incher in his hands. He gave it a casual squeeze with one hand, unaware of the over-stimulus it was already under, and with the other, he clutched the oversensitive nipple and gave it a twisting motion.
Mike went "Aaaaaaaah...hooolyyyy Chris..." as his dick started spewing bolts of cum hither and thither, throbbing and pulsing for an unusually long time. Even as the cumming was in progress, Mike cried out "Look at that bolt of cum...it landed out of sight! Fuck holy Chris! You never fail to make me surpass myself!"
Chris went behind Mike, and slid his hands to the sides of his pecs. He turned him toward the mirror, and squeezed his pecs from the sides so that the valley between them converged to a crack, and said,
"Now if you are convinced about the worth of your own pecs, perhaps you will consider giving me a pec job to relieve my own modest 7.5 incher?"
"Yes - or you can fuck me, and fuck me hard for ever having doubted the worth of pectoral development. As for that musclehound Vince Crammer, he's in for the revelation of his life..." said Mike, grateful to Chris for revealing to him yet another dimension of pectoral pleasure.
They went into the bathroom, and Chris fucked and worshipped Mike in the bath-tub. So exhausted were they after the fucking that they fell asleep naked in the tub itself, and when they awoke next morning to discover their hardons, they had another round of sucking and fucking before finally coming out of the bathroom!
Ever since Chris had awakened Mike to the innate suckability of his pecs, Mike spent more and more time during worship getting his pecs sucked.
What he like about it was that after an intense sucking session, the peak of his pecs would be red and sore, and his nipple pointy and erect. Mostly he would just get one of his pecs sucked, so that he could appreciate the difference. The sucked pec would be redder and bigger, and sport a pointier and more sensitive nipple than the unsucked one.
When he put on a shirt after a sucking session and went about his work, he would love the feeling as the already tight fabric continuously chafed against the sensitive nipple over his bulging pecs, and this would mean a constant hard-on in his pants.
Chris too never missed out on any chance to suck Mike's pec. Typically, a sucking session in their room would go on for long hours, and involved the least amount of physical movement, giving at the same time the greatest degree of sexual stimulation.
Mike would lie down naked on the bed on his back, the bulge of his pecs accentuated by the flatness of his serrated abs. The only other projecting object would be the absolutely vertical, hard, thick and piping hot 8.5 inch dick. Chris would suck at one pec (usually he sucked at the same pec always, so that the contrasting difference between the two pecs accumulated over time).
Mike would tuck his hands underneath his ass so that he wouldn't try jacking himself out of impulse. That would make it hotter- if the ultimate load blew without any mechanical stimulation of the dick. The only action that took place was the incessant sucking by Chris. He never paused, even for an instant.
However, to supplement the sucking action, he would use his hands to squeeze and fondle the other pec, and Mike would now and then flex it for Chris's pleasure. Mike would also intermittently flex the pec being sucked, just to remind Chris that it was pure hard muscle meat that he was sucking, and that were it not for the fact that it was relaxed, Chris would as well be sucking fruitlessly at a piece of rock!
For both Chris and Mike, it was like heaven.
Chris would gradually keep increasing the tempo of the sucking action, and Mike's cock would respond to it by constantly oozing out pre-cum. Mike would close his eyes and just allow the pleasure to pervade him, all the while visualizing the pec post-sucking, and Chris would keep sucking like a madman, his own dick engorged beyond proportions.
This simple `one-pec-sucking and the-other-pec-caressing' action would go on for anything like an hour to ninety minutes, until both of them had cum. Usually they blew their loads together – such was the synchronization between the sucker and the suckee, and when they blew, it was a sight to behold.
Mike's vertical cock would send out fountains of cum up into the air, while Chris would have his dick, at the final moments, squeezed and pulsated in the valley between Mike's pecs, ultimately blowing his load all over them.
After the cumming, Mike would go up to the mirror and admire the effect of the sucking. He would run his hands over the pecs, feel their firmness, fullness and rotundity, and sometimes that itself would make him spew some further bouts of post-cum.
Marvelling at the reflection of his pecs in the mirror, Mike would say to Chris, "Look man, just look at what you have done to this pec. Feel what you've fuckin' done to it, and suck some more", and so saying, he would catch hold of Chris's head and push his face into his pec, forcing him to suck it some more.
The perma-sucked pec would sport an engorged nipple, and the muscle peak itself stood out an inch beyond the other pec. Mike came to consider the sucking session as part of his pec workout.
Even after an intense session with flyes and bench-presses which would inflate his pecs to an obscene max, he would still not consider his pecs pumped to the prime until they had been sucked.
So a workout would always be followed by a `suckout' by Chris.
After the suckout, Chris always loved to compare the consistency of the two pecs by cupping them in his palms and squeezing them very gently, and then tightly up to the point when Mike flexed them to rock-hardness which made any more squeezing impossible.
It was as if the pec served as an alternative sucking point to the dick. The more it was sucked, the harder you became, and the harder you came. It could easily be called an alternative or additional sexual organ.
Mike had Chris had by now given each other so much pleasure that each felt it his duty to satisfy the other whenever the other demanded. So it was that they had reached a mutual agreement that whenever and wherever Mike wanted his pecs and muscles worshipped, cock sucked, or wanted to relieve himself by fucking, Chris would always oblige, and whenever Chris got horny and wanted to worship Mike's pecs and body, take care of a boner, fuck him or have himself fucked, Mike would also oblige.
As part of this mutual understanding, Chris made Mike remain shirtless whenever the two of them were in the room, so that he could get horny all of the time by looking at his huge chest muscles. Mike would mostly wear tracksuits over jockstraps, and his torso would be bare. The band of the jockstrap generally peeked an inch above that of the tracksuit, and the net effect was quite erotic:
First a huge set of musclebags – the pecs, giving way abruptly to a straight and sculptured 8-pack, which disappeared into the jockstrap, leaving the rest to imagination. This way, Chris could fondle his pecs and feels is abs whenever he wanted. At nights, since it usually involved intense muscle worship, both of them went naked.
Chris loved to go off to sleep resting his head either on Mike's flexed bicep, or on his pillow-pecs. Often when Mike was asleep, naked of course, Chris would admire his perfect physique by running his hands over the pecs, over his abs and down to his cock, which would mostly be erect even in his sleep (possibly because of some erotic dream or other). Many a times, when Chris was woken up by Mike's moaning in sleep, he would find that Mike's cock was throbbing erect – the result of an ongoing wet dream.
On such occasions, Chris would aid the process by sucking his pecs and jacking the dick, all to Mike's oblivion, making him cum in his sleep, without him ever coming to know of the fact. Mike also reciprocated this service of Chris' when he found Chris in his sleep having wet dreams about him.
It was not uncommon to be woken up by Chris's gasping words like "Mike, you huge pecs are just too juicy...let me squeeze them and suckle them just once..."
If he found Chris' bare hands held out in the air with the fist in a clutching and releasing action (which of course meant he was squeezing Mike's pecs in his sleep), Mike would straddle the sleeping Chris and bend over so as to bring his pecs within the grasp of the clutching fists, and Chris, unaware and blissfully would begin squeezing them and this would continue until he blew his load.
At other times, Mike would find Chris' lips in a sucking action, and this he would respond to by bringing his nipple to the lips so that he could suckle at the real stuff he was so fantasising and dreams would thus be mixed with reality.
Other guys in Mike's dorm would often press Mike to allow them to worship his pecs, but Mike would always be very selective. After the standards set by Chris in pec worship, no other guy stood any chance. However, during his worship sessions with Chris, he would sometimes allow the other guys to stand by in their room and watch the fun.
On the rare occasion that Chris blew his load before Mike and felt like letting someone else take his place, some very lucky guy would have the privilege of cupping and fondling and sucking Mike's pecs to bring him to orgasm.
Given this scenario, the guys who stood watching Chris worship Mike would often egg Chris on towards a premature orgasm by saying words like "Oh come on Chris...you are almost going to blow your load you pecsucker...you can't take it any more...you've bitten off more of Mike's pecs than you can chew!....give up man...cum on and cum fast ...give us a chance at those meatbags..."
And then came the day that Chris and Mike decided to seek out a new audience - as they take their pec worship sessions on the road.
To be continued in...
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