by Acepecs

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 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 jumper 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, 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 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 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 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.


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 him.

"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.

"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 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 laying 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.


But Nick's most astounding secret was yet to be revealed ...
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