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.
As a teenager 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
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 jumper Nick wore, his pecs were always
stretching the fabric to the max and showcasing them
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, that 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 teacher 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 shiney, 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
tremour 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
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 hand hold.
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, nor 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
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
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.
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
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
"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
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
"I wish I had a chest as huge and heavy as this." I
An awkward silence followed as I continued to grope
Nick looked steadily into my eyes and then suddenly
tensed his big tit muscles, instantly making them
"Yeah but 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
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
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
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
I straddled Nick's upper torso, my seven inch
throbbing tool laying in the valley between his
"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
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