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This is a story that actually happened but that I can't remember in complete detail so I have tried to substitute description and dialogue that accounts for what actually took place subjectively if not for real. After you read the first chapter and want me to continue, please let me know at the email address
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Prologue
Hi! My name is really Jack but I'm using another name for my e-mail address. I am 25 years old and am a graduate student in a university where I am on the wrestling and ski teams. I'm a bodybuilding fanatic very interested in other such guys especially if they are also inerested in nipple play. I'm about to tell the story of how I got involved with other guys in this erotic zone while I was in high school.
CHAPTER ONE - RUMORS ABOUT THE SECRET CLUB
The place is the Baltimore Polytechnic Institute. The time: over a period of a couple of years while I was a junior and then a senior in the late spring of the year when the Poly teams were preparing for wrestling and lacross and track and baseball and while basketball was at its height in popularity. One of my best friends was the son of a doctor and the captain of the basketball team, Rodney Baker, a very handsome hunk who had girls by the dozen, who was smart as a whip and who I was told had something to do with a "secret society," something like that "dead poets society" in the movies. I was not especially interested in poetry so I didn't give it a thought until Stu, a guy who sat next to me in solid geometry class, slipped a photo under my book of Rodney in a state of complete erection with some other guy pinching his nipple. I looked at Stu dumbfounded.
"Where the hell did you get this?"
"From Bob Sharp, the City basketball coach."
City and Poly were ancient rivals in all the games, especially basketball.
"You know him?" I asked.
"I fucked his daughter once and, well, she gave it to me, not to her Dad."
"And she got it from Rodney?"
"Maybe. I don't know. But she said Rodney belonged to this secret club and..? Well, Jack I don't know. She just gave it to me to prove that she and Rodney had some sort of thing going."
"With his guy pinching Rodney's nipple?"
"Hell knows. Just give it here," And he grabbed the photo and slipped it in his book.
All that afternoon the only thing I could think of was the size of Rodney's cock in that photo, even bigger than mine and I have a very good eight and a half. Why did Stu's girl friend give it to Stu? Was Stu lying? And why would Stu show the photo to me? He didn't know that I was after Rodney, did he? Or did he? Rodney and I never played around. He was always head honcho and I was always his Pal Jack. Ready to hand him a towel at half time during a game. But I did notice him once while he was watching the City team practice fingering his nipples under his T-shirt that really turned me on and kept me thinking that one day I could suck those babies.
So I asked Rodney one day in the cafeteria if he knew anything about a secret club.
"What club?"
"Stu told me there was some sort of secret club that you knew about."
"So why not ask Stu?"
"Look I don't want you to get angry with me about this, Rodney."
"Then let's just drop it. Okay? Now I'm late for a wrestling match in the gym, Want to come?"
Rodney knew a guy on the wrestling team whom he pointed out to me who looked like a budding Mr. America, Steve Shannon, with the sexiest nipples I ever saw. Immediately I said to myself that I would get into shape and join the wrestling team! So that afternoon at my urging I asked Rodney to introduce me to his friend, Steve, so I could join the wrestling team without losing a moment away from Steve.
"Why not introduce me now since he's right here. Call him over, Rod.. I'd like to have a word."
"Okay, if you insist, but he may have something on just after winning his match"
"Come on, Rod. I'll owe you one."
Steve had a towel over his shoulders and was walking with some female admirers toward the locker rooms.
"Looks like he's busy already."
"Please, Rod."
"Okay. Okay,"
Rodney called out to him across the matted floor and when Steve turned around, he stopped , recognized his friend, said something to the girls and came over to greet him.
"Great match, Steve. That last pinning took the prize."
"Thanks, Rod. Glad you could make it." They went on chatting while I was all agog at this materpiece physique in front of me sweating in streams down his fabulous pecs. Perfect proportions. Arms and deltoids. Ripped abs, but what I must have stared at fixedly were his succulent nipples. My lust arose instantly with my dick and when he turned to me looking me full in the face I almost shit in my pants. Those eyes piercing into me as if knowing what I was thinking!
"You want to join the team?" he was saying.
"Eh,well, yeah."
"Isn't that why you wanted to meet Steve?" Rodney sounded emphatic.
"Sure. Sure I do. So what do I do to join?"
"You'll have to meet the coach."
"Great. What about now?"
"Now? Well, the coach is probably leaving," said Steve."But you can go to his office tomorrow and see what he thinks about your experience and ability."
"Experience I have not got. You have to try me out. Can you?"
"Try you out? You mean you want me to wrestle you?"
"Why not?"
"Well, I'm not competent to judge. You'd have to leave that up to the coach."
"Maybe I can learn watching you practice. When do you practice?"
"The team practices MWF in the afternoon."
"Oh, I've got classes then until six. And when are you free?"
"Weekends some times."
"Let's see tomorrow's Friday. I'll skip class and come watch you practice. Okay?"
He and Rodney went back to chatting while I kept ogoling his sweaty body and nipples. Not a hair on his body. Skin like satin. Creamy tan. Nipple tips standing high waiting for my tongue. I could tell he's had them worked on. Somebody was sucking them. And soon I would be, too, if I played it right.
I was just coming to my senses when I heard Rodney say:
"I have room for two more so Brad and Tino can come with me if you're inviting them."
"That makes about twelve with Jessie and Matt."
"Whose bringing the cake and ice cream?"
"I'll bring them," I blurted out. There was a stunned silence. Then Rodney broke it in a quiet voice.
"I'll bring the cake, Steve."
"Birthday?" I asked.
"Yes," said Steve. "They're giving me a party on our farm on Sunday."
"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"Okay, Steve. Twelve noon sharp we'll be there. Now you get into the shower before you catch a chill.,? said Rodney.
Steve jogged away toward the lockers and the girls who were waiting.
"No, you weren't invited," said Rodney. "He doesn't know you, Jack. So no invite. Okay?"
Friday afternoon I was at the gym an hour before wrestling practice watching the coach watching the pairs on the mats going at it. I was trying to learn something, catching the jargon associated with the holds, observing the bodies of the participants. I knew I had to work out intensely. Maybe daily over at the weights rooms. I was in pretty good shape, better than most. Even much better than most. Good chest and pecs, Good arms and shoulders and with work I would have good abs in a month.
When the coach sat down alone with no one around, I went up to him and gave him a very convincing shpeel about how much I'd like to join the team even as a beginner. He put on this authoritative air as if he were coaching the Olympic team and said I had to have a physical and a lot of other stuff like see my advisor. Anyway, it worked. He asked me if I had gym gear. I said "Yes," and he told me to change now.! So I got into my gear and as soon as I went into the locker room, there was Steve! Wow! I was stunned again by this incredible guy who was getting out of his dress shirt into a tank. I didn't want to stare at his body because I would have given myself away . So I just chatted about how the coach and I had spoken about my joining the team and the physical and other stuff.
"Well, you got your wish."
"Yeah, I did."
"Let's have a look at you. Take off your T. We don't wear T's. Here you can borrow one of my tanks or else just go stripped. Let's see. Turn around."
He felt my back and shoulders and when I turned around he felt my chest and abs.
"You need to work out. What's yer name?"
"Jack."
"Okay, Jack. Welcome to the team." And he shook my hand.
"Thanks, Steve."
So we went out into the gym and I practiced my first holds with the coach and then some guy who wouldn't take his glasses off and made me nervous. Later I just sat on the side and watched until the coach came up to me and presented me to a huge hair character who I was told was the best of the Poly team. Basil. We shook hands and he welcomed me to the teams and then we spent almost an hour with him showing me a dozen different holds and him throwing me this way and that until I just said I had enough. But I stayed on because I wanted to go into the showers with Steve and not only check out his cock but provide him with a glimpse of my biggy.
A stocky well-built kid in speedo swimming trunks went up to Steve who had a long conversation with him. I especially remembered him because he kept going after his left nipple with his right hand while he was talking to Steve. I thought this kids might be on the swimming team and if so I would take the opportunity to learn something about Steve from him. I checked him out after he left Steve to go. But he was not very amenable but with a stocky sexy body and a heavy pouch holding a nice dong..
"Say, is the swimming pool open now?"
"Who wants to know?"
"You on the swimming team?"
"Who are you?"
"I'm a friend of Steve's and it's his birthday on Sunday and I wanted to surprise him with a gift.Can you tell me where he lives?"
"Yeah, on his father's farm near Dorsey. The Shannon place."
"Thanks. I'm Jack."
"Hi, I'm Brad. And yeah, I'm on the swimming team. See you around." And he left After the coach gave a short pep talk the team split for the showers. I seized my chance to do my thing. It was my luck that Steve waited until most of the guys showered so there were four of us in the one big shower room. Steve was talking with the two other guys about the next match with Forest Park, a school in west Baltimore. I didn't want to interfere. I just wanted him to view my endowment as I wanted to see his. No, I couldn't get very close and offer to wash his back but it crossed my mind. Then I had it! I squeezed my soap. It flew out of my hand and landed halfway between me and Steve. I went for it. He saw me. He was spying on my dick. I was sure. And his was about seven inches. Not bad. But I really didn't care how big it was. I was after his pecs and nipples. It looked like Steve was pretty tight with his team mates so I dried off and went home for dinner.
That night I had a wild wet dream of sucking Steve's nipples in that shower with that kid. Brad on one nipple and me on the other and then everyone jerking off like mad at the end shooting cum at each other like water pistols.
That Sunday I planned to drive out to Dorsey to find the Shannon farm and discover what was going to happen with all those guys at Steve's party. Was this a meeting of the secret club?
After dinner I surprised my folks when I said I was tired and wanted to sleep. As always they told me to study for my finals so I did some geometry and history but couldn't get Steve off my mind so I did go to sleep but only after jerking off with my mind full of naked Steve in that shower and remembering that photo of Rodney with his long dick.
Everyday for one week I worked out in the gym with an older beefy guy who was probably a teacher who I'd never seen before. Harold. Didn't say much, just pointed and said things like "Full weight ten reps" or "Concentrate. Concentrate. Now lift!." Harold was killing me but I did what he said because he let me spot for him which meant that I could get very close to those huge pecs before his bench presses. On the third day, Wednesday, I went to wrestling practice feeling like I could take on a Japanese wrestler after working out with Harold. My arms and pecs were beginning to pop out and my abs that always look good were really ripped.
I was a little late and when I walked out on the gym floor the coach saw me and looked at his watch, which meant I sat around watching Steve and the rest take falls for half an hour before I got my turn. A team member showed me a few preliminary holds from kneeling position. We practiced. I was pinned. We practiced . I was pinned. I was beginning to get the hang of it after an hour, but all the time I was watching Steve out of the corner of my eye and plotting some way I could get him to teach me. There was a guy Steve was holdong between his legs, face practically in Steve's crotch! Wow! Now that would someday be me. Why not?
Next afternoon I worked out with Harold and on Friday again wrestling practice. This time only me, Steve and another guy who Steve practiced with while I watched. For half an hour they were at it. Then Steve took off his T-shirt! I was beside myself. Would Steve practice with me now? Steve and his team mate were talking about a Maryland State boxing match Saturday after tomorrow. Then the guy had to go! I was left alone with Steve for the first time.
"You want to practice a few holds with me like you were doing with Bill the other day?" he asked.
"Well, sure. Why not?" I was really overwhelmed by his smooth body and skin and those nipples so near to me. Why not show him that you're really into nipples? I asked my self. So I'll show him when the time is ripe and start playing with my nipples. Then I tried a few holds that he showed me, grabbing him around the waist and he pulling me every which way and after a few practices feeling my cock getting hard I suddenly wound up with his arm around my neck squeezing my face against his right pec! His nipple practically in my eye!
"I gotta stop, Steve."
"Am I hurting you?"
"Yer making me horny."
"What?"
"Yeah, Steve, yer nipples are making me horny. We gotta stop."
"If that's what you want."
"No it's not what I want. Well, no that's not true. Yer nipples are just making me horny. And I don't know what to do about it."
"You mean...You are into nipples?"
"Shall I be frank once in my life? Yes, I am."
"You'd like to suck my nipples?"
"For keeps."
"Like right here?"
Chapter II
"Forget it, Steve,"
He looked reprimanded. What a shitty thing to say, "Forget it!"
That chest of his! Glowing almost translucent skin, smooth as silk, inches from my face, heaving with his breathing. Those impressive pecs billowing out, each tipped with partially erect nipples. There they were! For me! What I dreamed of sucking and milking for days! His right nipple looking down at me, close to my lips. I looked up at Steve half-smiling. His puzzled frown was gone as he presented me with the fleshly gifts that would satisfy my voracious hunger. That right nipple peaking toward my mouth!
"You'll think I'm a fucking faggot," I said apologizing.
"We're team buddies, Jack. Remember? If you need something from me just ask."
Then he suddenly threw open his arms wide as if to invite me in, but I didn't want to take advantage of a guy so genuine, so candid, so innocent, so grandly muscular. A super jock. A real friend who would do just about anything for me. Yes there he was offering himself and there I was my cock climbing higher up my gym shorts with my heart throbbing as I gazed longingly at the taut bead perched at the center of his right tit as if waiting for my mouth and tongue.
His open arms relaxed. We sat cross-legged facing each other, our knees touching.
"Something's coming out of hiding," he said looking down at my crotch.
"Coming out of hiding?"
"Yeah! Yer pecker's peeking over yer shorts."
I had a pretty big boner and I'm sure I was blushing. His next words made me dizzy.
"I guess that means you want to suck my nipples real bad. Huh?"
"You're right, Steve. I do."
"Then let me tell you about our club."
"Your club?" First he offers me his nipples then he suddenly changes the subject. Teaser!
"You'd like it, Jack. It's a secret club."
"I think I heard something about some secret club from Stu in my solid geometry class."
"Nobody's supposed to know about it unless yer a member."
"Why talk about it now?"
"Because if yer a member you wouldn't hesitate to do what you like to do."
"Like what?"
"Like suck my nipples."
What was he saying? I could hardly believe my ears.
"Your club?"
"You wanna join? I'd like you to."
"So tell me about it. What's the price of admission?"
"You gotta pass a test."
"To suck your nipples? You crazy? I'm not HIV."
"Hey, Jack. Yer pecker's getting bigger. You must really want my nipples. Huh?"
"So let me get closer so I can play with them a little bit while you tell me all about your club."
While he was explaining, I decided to take advantage of his muscluar hulk and scooted up to him on the floor so that he was between my legs with our crotches almost touching. He was engrossed in telling me about his club as he rested his elbows on my knees and as I glided my hands gently over his shoulders and deltoids and biceps and finally over his pecs that immediately rose in gratitude as I settled each index finger on each of his erected nipples.
"Like that. Steve?" We were staring straight into each other's eyes. Very very close. My erection stiffened. I repeated: "Like that?"
His reply took time. He was breathing heavily. I resisted kissing him. I think he expected it.
"Wow, Jack. Yeah. Oh, yeah! Oh! Nipples feel real good."
I suddenly felt his hand gently touching the head of my cock, feeling the shaft gently.
"Like that, Jack?"
What a scene!
"I do. Sure, I do. You like it?"
"Feels real good. Yer cock and my nipples. So let me finish telling you about the test.. You've gotta come with me to meet Jessie at his gym on Saturday. He's Number One now. He gives the test."
"You never told me about all this before."
"It's a secret club only for guys really into muscles and nipples. Oh, WOW. Do that!. Fingers and thumbs, Jack. Yeah, fingers and thumbs on my nipples, buddy."
"You're into muscles, yeah. But nipples? Since when?"
"Since the club."
"You mean you really ARE into nipples?"
"Yeah, Like yours."
"Like mine? You mean you'd like to?"
I could hardly believe that Steve, after all this time, is now admitting that he's interested in my tits. Mine? We were still eyeing each other, my fingers and thumbs on his nipples and his hand on my cock
"Yeah. I'd like to."
"Let me oblige," I said bringing both of his hands up to my pecs.
He smiled broadly placing his thumbs on each of my nipples, saying
"Like that?"
"Sure, Steve. Like that. So here we are doing what we like doing."
One of his hands went back to my cock, gripping it hard.
"You're really big."
"What about you?"
"You wanta see?"
"Why not?"
Both of his hands pushed down on the waist band of his trunks then lifting himself off the floor momentarily, he exposed his fierce erection, thick cock, reddish-purple helmet leaning backwards, pinkish shaft changing color to dark brown toward his hairless balls, the muscle of his cock's underbelly swelled grandly.
"Whata you think of it?"
"Let me look."
I took it between my fingers, moving it from side to side, pulling it toward me to examine the head that was oozing precum down my fingers.
"I'm not big on fucking guys. So don't expect too much, Jack."
"Who cares? To each his own. I'm having fun."
"So am I. So let me suck your nipples."
Those were the words I really wanted to hear and not in my sleep.
End of Part I
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