Date: Sun, 24 May 1998 05:43:05
From: acepecs@usa.net
Subject: Nick's Big Pecs 5

This story is part of the "Nick's Big Pecs" series and was written in
response to Part One by a buddy of mine, John from Chicago.  Let me know
what you think of the story and I will pass the comments on to John.  Also
I'm interested in sharing fantasies, stories or real life experiences with
guys who are turned on by guys with big muscular pecs or possess a big set
themselves.  Write me (Dave) at acepecs@usa.net


NICK FINDS LEATHER

It was such a hot day, Nick realized that it probably wasn't such a smart
choice to have decided to jog home from the new public swimming pool.  Dad
had dropped him off there early that afternoon so Nick could work on his
tan and do a few hours of laps, all in preparation for his first try in the
Mr. Victoria contest.  It was just two weeks away and though he had just
turned 17, his Greek body showed him to be much more developed.  Nick had
been working on bulking up everywhere for months now, which included a
special diet to increase muscle mass and lower body fat.  Things sure
looked like they were paying off handsomely.  At 205# he was showing more
angles on his hunky body than ever before.  Though his chest now measured
an amazing 53", with incredibly melon like man-tits with nipples that
pointed to his 31" waist which included an eight pack of abs that though
smooth and hard on the surface, appeared cut into his body on the edges.
Nick was in top form.

Though blessed with a hairless chest, he did need to shave the rest of his
body in preparation for the contest.  The veins on his thighs and calves
showed well and though his arms had retained their natural curves, the new
exercise and diet regimen had a few very prominent veins along with more
bulk.

Nick decided to try hitching since it was too hot to run and he wanted to
get home and get to his workout equipment.  It the late afternoon heat, not
many people were out, even driving.  Nick began to question whether it was
a good idea to have borrowed the pair of jeans from the lifeguard at the
pool.  He realized right after his father drove off, that he had left his
shorts in the front seat in his hurry to jump into the water in his white
speedos.  Though he didn't think it would be a good idea to jog home in
just the speedos and his old t-shirt, right now the jeans, a size smaller
than he usually wore, started to feel a bit confining.  They were still a
bit loose in the waist but pretty tight around his thighs.

At that moment Nick heard a rumble, turned to put his thumb out and saw a
large black Harley approaching.  Nick had never been on a motorcycle and
was excited when it pulled over just ahead of him.  As he ran to the cycle,
the driver turned and watched him through reflective sunglasses.

"Hey, thanks for stopping.  I was just about to give up.  Nice bike!  The
name's Nick." Nick had walked to the front on the cycle and stared at the
sunglasses breathing a little heavily from the short sprint.  His pecs rose
and fell rapidly enough that they quivered slightly each time he let out a
breath.

"Steve...,Steve Conley. What the hell are you doing out here in this heat?"
As Nick explained, Steve looked him over.  The Mr. Victoria training part
was easy to believe, the closest body to the one standing in front of him
that Steve had ever seen was on a guy he had wrestled with back in college.
What was hard to believe was that Nick was only 17.

"I'll be on this road for at least another couple of hours so I can take
you anywhere, all the way home if you'd like," Steve said as he lifted his
glasses.  A huge smile spread across Nick's face as he looked into the
brightest green eyes he had ever seen.  Steve wasn't wearing a helmet and
it was then that Nick noticed the contrast between Steve's wavy dark blond
hair with his warm friendly eyes, and his angular tanned face with a couple
of day's beard growth on it which Nick thought surprisingly heavy for a
blond.  Steve had a softness and a ruggedness about him that Nick found
interesting.  His weighty tool began to snake further down his right pants
leg, forcing its way out of the speedos.

But what Nick was really drawn to was Steve's clothing.  It was leather.
It covered Steve's entire body like a second skin except his chest where
the shirt hung open, unbuttoned, down to where it was tucked in at the
waist.  It was probably originally some kind of cream color but now with
age and road wear was approaching a dark brown, dark enough that combined
with Steve's tanned hardness, the mat of short hair covering most of his
chest was lighter.  The hair appeared to be kind of stubbly but not quite
long enough to disguise the bulges of muscles underneath the exposed flesh.
Nick had never worn anything made of leather because he assumed it was
confining and hot.  But he realized looking at Steve's lanky body that he
had overlooked just how hot it could actually look to be wearing leather.
He was now very curious about how it would feel.

Without knowing exactly why, Steve reached with one of his gloved hands and
patted Nick's huge left pec, scooted forward, and nodded to Nick, "Hop on,
cowboy."  Steve had had many opportunities to fuck around with other men,
but he had never had the desire.  But something about this friendly kid
built like a brick shithouse made his dick twitch.

"Thanks, Steve."  Taking a step behind Steve, Nick quickly readjusted his
dick upwards since he thought it might hurt with his legs spread and the
pants so tight.  He reached underneath Steve's raised left arm, anchored
him palm just between Steve's armpit and left pec, swung his left leg over
the monster of a bike, and slid in smoothly behind.

"Keep your feet on these bars here and here and hold on as tight as you
want. I always wondered why I kept an extra pair of shades with me on this
hog and I guess now I know.  Here, put these on.  They'll keep bugs out of
your eyes, but you're on your own if they get in your mouth!  And they
won't just bounce off those pearly whites of yours."

"I don't care," Nick laughed, "I've had lots worse things in my mouth."
Nick was a little nervous on the cycle and held on to Steve's chest palming
each of Steve's tits with a layer of leather in between.  Steve opened the
throttle, revving the motor, and shot out on to the road as Nick felt
Steve's pecs tense with the engine's roar.

Conversation soon proved difficult so Nick decided to pay attention to the
scenery and the feel of the wind.  But he quickly started paying attention
to some other things.  He couldn't believe how soft and pliable the leather
shirt was as he pulled it tightly toward Steve's chest while holding on.
He began to move his hands and fingers slowly, mesmerized by the almost
liquid feel of the leather on top of Steve's ample tit muscles.  Nick also
realized that he was pressed tightly against Steve with the base of his
dick at Steve's ass crack and the rest of it pointing up Steve's spine.
But most of his focus quickly diverted to his chest because as he clung to
Steve, he realized that his super sensitive oversized nipples were rubbing
against a row of metal studs going across the back of the smooth leather
shirt.  And the Harley's constant rumble contributed to waves of pleasure
coming from these different parts of Nick's body.

At first Nick tried to pull away from Steve's back, afraid Steve would get
really angry.  But his fear of falling off got the better of him and he
pressed his hardening nipples into the studs in order to hold on.  By this
time, Nick's dick was as hard as it ever gets and sticking out the top of
the loose fitting jeans.  At some point, the wind whipped the bottom of
Nick's t-shirt out of his pants and he now found three inches of his dick
topped by his bright red head, pressed firmly against the leather shirt.
As the precum flowed freely, Nick quickly had the desire and ability to not
only flex his enormous dick, but move it around by slowly gyrating his
hips.

Nick's senses were so overloaded at this point that he almost wasn't aware
of what he was doing.  He was so overcome with a need shoot his load and
the feel and smell of the leather was more intoxicating than any
aphrodisiac he had tried.  As his hands continued to knead Steve's tits,
while jamming his flexing, drooling tool rhythmically against Steve's back,
he leaned his head on Steve's right shoulder so that the area below his
eyes was covered.  One could assume that he was protecting his mouth from
bugs, but he was so far gone that actually he had his mouth open and was
sucking on the thin layer of leather covering Steve's shoulder blade.
Drool ran down the leather beginning to mat Nick's t-shirt to Steve's back.

Steve didn't think much of things when Nick first started moving his hands.
Actually, Steve kind of liked it as he felt his nipples harden.  Then his
dick followed suit.  He often got excited while on the open road on his
Harley. Steve's dick started firming up and lengthening while leaking
manjuice down his left pants leg as he became aware of Nick's hip movements
and Nick's hardness moving and flexing against his back.  Because he wasn't
absolutely sure what was going on, Steve decided not to pull over.
Besides, he was feeling pretty good.  But then he felt Nick's sucking mouth
on his shoulder blade and could feel the dampness of his saliva.

At that same moment, Nick went over the edge.  He popped his mouth away
from the sweet leather, leaned his upper body backwards, and let out howl.
Cum erupted from his dick over and over in long thick spurts.  One shot
straight up the leather covering Steve's back, another made it's way up to
Nick's face and splattered a line from just below his lower lip to just
under his right eye, including a good half spoonful landing in his gaping
mouth.  The rest sprayed off to the sides as Nick's dick jerked wildly with
each pump of cum.

Though Steve realized what had just happened, he knew that he could pretend
that it hadn't and he wanted to take some time to think about why he was
now completely hard and stretched down his pant leg almost 11".  He was
flexing his dick uncontrollably and realized that it was the closest he had
ever been to cumming without any contact.  He had screwed around with a lot
of women and always found the sex satisfying.  But what he was feeling at
the moment went beyond anything he'd experienced before.

A few minutes later, Steve and Nick heard a loud bang and smoke began
billowing behind them.  The Harley began losing speed and Steve guided it
off the road.  As soon as it stopped, Nick quickly jumped off both out of
fear of what was going on with the cycle and to check himself for cum
splotches.  Thinking that he must have gotten some on his t-shirt, he
quickly pulled it off.  He had no idea if Steve knew what he had just done,
but he didn't want to give anything away as Steve squatted next to the
Harley.

"Shit!  We blew a gasket and I don't have enough stuff in my saddlebags to
fix it on my own.  How far are we from anywhere?" Steve asked as he glanced
up at Nick.  He quickly realized that he was glad he was squatting because
he shot a rod again when he saw Nick's naked torso.  Nick was breathing a
little heavy as he waited to see what Steve's first words would be to him.
Nick's smooth flawless skin was wrapped tightly around his muscular frame.
To Steve, Nick's abs looked more like a cobblestone street than muscle.
But what fascinated Steve were Nick's spectacular tit muscles that seemed
to hang suspended and perfectly rounded.  His silver dollar sized nipples
hung down the lower curve of the pecs with the very tips looking like drops
of sweat about to fall to the ground.  Nick's hands were shoved in his back
pockets as his biceps curved sensuously in front of the setting sun.

"No one lives this side of town.  It's about 10 more miles on the road.
Not many people seem to be out on the road today.  If we cut across walking
this way it's about 8 miles.  I've walked it before.  It's not too bad."
Nick spoke quickly in his nervousness, still waiting for an accusation from
Steve, and with Steve is his current angry mood with a broken motorcycle,
Nick was prepared to start running.

A smile lit up Steve's face.  He chuckled, "Ah, fuck it.  No sense in
getting mad, nothing I can do about it.  Let's grab some stuff from the
saddlebags and start walking."  Steve got up and walked the heavy Harley
off the road behind some rocks and shrubs.  As Nick followed, gradually
letting go of his nervousness, he noticed how tall Steve was and how the
soft leather seemed to flow along with Steve's muscles, and how it snaked
into the crack of his firm looking ass.

"You carry this stuff, I'll put the rest in this backpack."  Nick noticed
that there was a lot more in the backpack.

"Want me to take the backpack?  I don't mind."

"No, I've got it, little buddy.  Don't worry."

Steve didn't want to give Nick an excuse to put his t-shirt back on.  He
decided to go with the flow of these feelings he was having toward Nick.
Steve had always been secure in his manhood but he was very curious about
why he felt such a strong sexual attraction, if that's what it was, toward
this man-boy.

The sun set quickly, but that didn't change the temperature.  After an
hour, Steve asked Nick what he'd think about spending the night out in the
open.  He had some thin mats for sleeping, some freeze dried food, a small
lantern, and other stuff.  Nick had been working very hard at his training
and knew he deserved some time off.  Besides, he had often stayed over at
friends' houses without letting his dad know till he showed up at home the
next day.

"Sure, what the hell.  I used to camp out around here with my little
brother when I was a kid.  About 15 minutes ahead is a spot we used to
use."

"Lead on, Mr. Boyscout," Steve said as he once again patted Nick on his now
bare and sweaty man-tits.  To impress Steve, Nick tensed his pecs.

"Wow!  Those things are deceiving.  They look so smooth and giving but
they're really all muscle.  You can make them as hard as the rest of you."
Steve ran his gloved hands over both of Nick's tensed pecs and then up and
down the bumpy row of abs.

"Does it bother you if I do this?"

"No, lots of people do.  My dad thinks that I have a pretty good chance at
winning the Mr. Victoria title because he says I'm built pretty special.
He tells me I should be very proud of the body I have and should let others
show their appreciation for it.  And if that involves touching me, I don't
mind."  Steve continued rubbing Nick almost hypnotized by the flexing that
Nick started doing with different muscles.  Before he knew it, his hands
were sliding all over Nick's sweaty exposed upper body.  Nick slowly
stopped the flexing and ended standing with his eyes closed, legs spread,
breathing very slowly and deeply.  Steve began massaging both of Nick's
tits.  He started to get rougher with them and just before he would have
stopped himself from crossing a line he had never crossed, Nick let out a
moan of pure pleasure.  His head fell back and his mouth hung open.  Steve
brought one gloved hand up to Nick's face and begin caressing one of his
cheeks, while continuing to work roughly on one of the tits.  As Steve
moved his fingers on Nick's face, Nick's mouth fell open wider.  Steve ran
his thumb around Nick's open lips and was rewarded with a louder and longer
moan.  Steve's thumb slipped inside Nick's mouth and Nick began to eagerly
suck it as Steve pulled the thumb in and out of Nick's mouth.

Nick unbuttoned his jeans and they fell to the ground.  His dick was once
again sticking out the top of his white speedos and began leaking.  Steve
found himself incredibly turned on by how he had this greek god trembling
with lust and by the added sight of Nick's smooth yet incredibly muscular
thighs.

"Fuck me," came out of Nick's mouth as Steve slowing pulled his thumb out
of it.  Steve stared at the hunky guy panting in front of him and realized
that it was what he wanted to do.  He pulled the speedos off in record time
and began jacking Nick. The feel of the leather covered hand on his dick
was something new for Nick and a real turn on.  Steve stepped behind Nick
without stopping.  He pressed his leather covered body against Nick's bare
muscled back and plump bubble butt.  The feel of Steve's leather covered
crotch pulsing against Nick's ass along with the pumps his dick was getting
very quickly got Nick off.

"Oh, fuck, Steve.  You feel so good.  Keep rubbing me all over, all over,
all over, all over, all over, all over...aaaaaggggghhhh, I'm cumming!"
Though he had cum a little over an hour before, you'd never know it from
the thick white ropes that shot out of his thick dick.  Steve watched over
Nick's shoulder and could hardly believe the volume.  Nick quickly turned
to face Steve with a wildness in his eyes, pulled Steve's leather shirt
off, and said, "Please, fuck me.  I need you up my ass, now!"  Nick fell to
the ground on his stomach and began gyrating his bubble butt in the air.
Steve stuck his hand in Nick's mouth saying, "Juice me up, buddy."  Nick
sucked on Steve's fingers and hands like his life depended on it. Steve's
other hand rubbed up and down between Nick's thighs.  Steve then brought
his dampened leather covered hand to Nick's already sweat drenched ass
crack and began rubbing up and down. Nick moaned, "Oh, god.  Put it in!"

Steve easily got a finger in Nick's ass, then two, then three.  The two of
them were so sweaty at this point that as Steve leaned over Nick, the sweat
was almost pouring off his chest onto Nick's back.  Steve pulled his
fingers out of Nick's ass suddenly and lined up his 11+ inches sticking out
of the zipper of his leather pants.  As the head popped through Nick's
tight ass muscles, Nick let out a howl of pleasure.  Steve continued to
inch his way into Nick's ass while Nick moaned uncontrollably.  He soon
found himself all the way inside and had his chest molded to Nick's back.
Instinct told Steve to pull out slowly and push in again slowly, which he
did, over and over.  Nick was whimpering.

"Turn me over!" Nick cried out.  Because his dick was so long, Steve was
able to remain inside Nick and still turn him over on his back.

"I need to see your face!" screamed Nick.  Steve was again hypnotized by
Nick's huge tits.  He sat up as well as he could and grabbed a handful of
man-tit in each hand.  Without changing his grinding fucking rhythm, Steve
began to work Nick's tits.  Then he noticed that each time he pushed into
Nick, he could actually see Nick's abs pop up as the blond's dick snaked in
underneath them.  Steve's tempo increased as he squeezed and molded the
sweaty man-tits.

"Let's get there together, buddy boy," Steve said hoarsely, made one final
assault, and began pumping shot after shot of cum way inside Nick's body.
Nick's ass clamped down on Steve's huge dick, and with a silent scream,
Nick pumped out his third load, shooting upwards, strings of cum cascaded
downward into Steve's mat of chest hair.  Steve fell forward and locked
lips with Nick.  As they sucked each others tongues hungrily, Steve rubbed
his now cum drenched chest against Nick's very sweaty and heaving
tits. Nick grabbed Steve's leather covered ass and pulled inward which
caused Steve to pulse a few more volleys of cum inside Nick.

Steve slowly pulled out of Nick's chute and slid off of his chest.  Nick
took longer to calm down and Steve's chest hair pulling across Nick's tits
didn't help.

"I've never done that before but I gotta tell you, you are one hot little
number," said Steve as he stood zipping his pants and putting his shirt
back on after first wiping some of the cum and sweat from his chest with a
towel from the backpack.  Nick propped himself on his elbows allowing his
ample chest to hang above his cum smeared abs, "I can't remember when I
ever felt that amazing.  I thought sure you were mad at me."

"You mean about what happened back on the bike?"

"Yeah.  I'd never done anything quite like that.  It just felt so good
behind you pressed up against all that leather."

"Boy, did I notice!  You seem to have a thing for leather, am I right?"

"Guess I do...didn't know though.  I always thought it would be too hot or
confining or something but it looks real good on you, real good!"  Nick was
standing now in front of Steve, eyes locked, and was rubbing the leather
covering Steve's hips while grinding his still hard member against one of
his legs.  Steve smiled.

"You are unbelievable!  When will your blood go somewhere else and give
that joystick a breather?"

"Part of the special diet I'm on for the contest includes some herbs my dad
read up on.  They're all natural but they have many of the benefits of
steroids without the drawbacks.  What dad doesn't know is that they make me
really horny and able to cum just about anywhere, anytime,...and I'm ready
now!"

Steve quickly pulled out one of the mats and threw it on the ground and
decided to let Nick call the shots and do all the work.  "Get on the mat on
your stomach," Nick ordered, and then fell on top of him.  Lining up his
tits with the studs on the back of the shirt positioned his dick on the top
side of Steve's butt following the natural curve up the spine.  With the
sweat and cum smeared all over his chest, Nick found himself easily sliding
up and down.  He spread his legs wide and clamped them on the outside of
each of Steve's pressing them inward in a rhythm equal to his thrusts.

"Oh, Stevie," Nick moaned, "you're like butter."  Steve found himself
pushing his butt up against Nick's thrusts.  Nick started to speed up and
made a grunting sound each time his nipples raked across the metal studs.
He suddenly tensed up, tightened himself everywhere to Steve's slippery
hardness, and felt the waves of cum pulsate out.  Steve was amazed to soon
feel cum dripping onto his hands, which were on either side of his waist.
There was enough cum that it squirted out on each side.