Gay Erotic Stories

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 Speedo's. Though he didn't think it would be a good idea to jog home in just the Speedo's 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 18. "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 Speedo's. 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 man juice 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. Boy Scout," 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 Speedo's 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 Speedo's 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 other's 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.