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Lemuel
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Age: 31
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Journals - A STORY OF A NIPPLE GUY My Gym's Biggest Pair
Do you enjoy going to the gym ? Does it arouse you sometimes ? Always ? Just a little or maybe quite a bit? I love my gym and so may you if you choose to read this tale of mine.
Let me tell you about the biggest pair of male breasts I've ever seen in my life. I work out at a 24 hour gym and usually go in about 5.00 AM. There are no staff there at this hour. Members gain entry with a card rather like at some enclosed ATM machines. The door lock releases and in one goes. There is normally only one other regular there at that early hour but we don't converse at all. Just "hi, how are you ?" Who wants to talk at that hour.? Its not a coffee bar.
This man is a serious lifter but I noticed that he worked out his chest day after day. Rarely does he work out other body parts. He wears XXL sweatshirts with the sleeves cut off. They imply that his chest is massive but don't reveal any of the details. Frustrating stuff for a pec man like me ! Why the elaborate cover-up for a 55 inch chest? We're never in the lockers at the same time either, so that measurement is just a guess. Might be even bigger ! Stats aren't everything.
Another curious thing about this chest-builder is the way he grunts while lifting. The grunts are merely loud but when he groans, he really GROANS ! I watched in the mirror as he did his flat bench flyes with two fifties and by his fourth set, the sounds were more like desperate moans than groans from effort. The obscene sounds just filled the small weightroom like some porno flick's audio.
I was so curious about this man that I just had to sneak a peak at his exposed chest. I discreetly and quietly followed him into the changing room and hid where I could catch a glimpse of him. I was soon rewarded by an amazing sight as the big, damp sweat shirt came off. Two humongous pectorals, glistening with sweat, round and smooth, flopped free of the shirt. Two thick, long nipples hung low connected by clamps and a short chain. All those deep flyes must have been tugging away at his strong nipples as the short chain competed with the lowered dumbbells and the stretched out pec muscles. This explained all his horny groans ! He next removed the clamps and moaned again as the sore tits felt the rush into them. I was now so aroused that I exited the changing room for the safety of the gym.
The next morning was similar. I crept in like a weirdo peeper to see the big man's chest again. That morning he had been bench pressing heavy and using a flat bench and then the incline. I noticed that he rested his head back on the incline so that his neck was on the edge of it. He moved his head slightly backwards at times and groaned loudly while doing his flyes and presses with 2x 100 pounds . Off came the big sweats only this time I saw that his huge, clamped nipples were connected by a very long chain which extended without slack around the back of his bull-like neck. He had been using that neck to jerk on his nipples ! Tugging on them like a terrier while constructing still bigger pecs ! The clamps came off and this time I stayed to watch. He was in front of a mirror and massaging one big melon and then the other using two hands to do it. He breathed loudly and heavily as he enjoyed the intense pump to his pec slabs. Releasing them at last, his hands connected behind his back, his chest thrust forward, and the mounds began to bounce up and down in an erotic dance. Again, I was so close to shooting in my shorts that I fled the scene.
The following morning, the same routine. This time, the nipple clamps supported sizeable weights, perhaps up to a pound or more, which hung and swung loosely near his navel. I had not even guessed that he had been wearing these due to the baggy sweatshirt. What astounding strength those big nipples must possess to support such weights for two hours or more. The throbbing tits pointed right down at his feet as they distended udder-like with those weighted restraints. He then tied the weights together and pulled out of his bag a larger weight. He attached this with a clip to the other two and began to flex his studly jugs up and down.....still working out ...with 5 pounds or so held by those super-sized thimbles which we know as male nipples. I had to go. It was too hot for me to remain !
He did not show the next morning but two days later, there he was again. This time he was on his knees using the cable cross over. I think the entire stacks of plates were used ! He was facing the wall but I could see his glutes flexing and shaking. His groaning was even louder and more obscene than previously. We were alone as usual until the end of his workout when he left the gym. By luck, another man entered and began banging weights. This sound gave me some cover as I again hid myself in the male changing room. He must have assumed that I was still lifting because he stripped off his shirt. Instead of clamps, he wore two large suction devices on his nipples and he did not remove them.
Off came his sweat pants. Off came his jockstrap. Holy shit ! He was wearing a condom on his fucking prod ! The tip of the protecting device was long and heavy and sagging with a massive load of juicy spunk ! The horny bull had actually ejaculated powerfully while musclebuilding and he must have known I was only a few feet away from him. In his own world of muscle and pec-sex, driven by his huge need to develop more mass even if it meant a climax right there on the gym floor, he didn't give a fuck about my being there at all. Why would he ? I thought to myself.
He pulled the spent, soggy mess of a condom off of his limp penis and placed it in a plastic bag. He went into a deep squat, grunted loudly, and reached behind him. To my amazement, he began to slowly pull a dildo or a plug maybe, from between his glutes. He groaned and moaned with the exciting sensation and placed the big toy in the bag. Next, the nipple-pumpers came off...more erotic sounds again...and there were his two grossly swollen tit knobs, milkers like I'd never seen before in girth and length, thrusting downward and outward from the over-built breasts. He began to feel his huge nipples, enjoying their strength and hardness just as he had done with those pecs the other morning. He was obsessed with his own size and the more he tugged on the lewd tits, the harder and bigger his meat became. At last, he was so painfully erect, his gonads so bloated, tight and high, that he began to leak pre-cum on the tiled floor. He must have lost all sense of his location or propriety assuming that he even cared.
The sounds of weights in use could still be heard coming from the gym. The over-sexed chestman began to masturbate in front of a mirror, flexing his pecs, pulling roughly on one stiff meaty tit and then the other. He was so sure of being alone that he mumbled quietly to himself: "check out those BIG, BIG boobs ! I'm the BIGGEST" Looking around for a second, he then quickly lay down on a nearby bench, spreading his legs wide, and began to slap his fat crowbar furiously. The man had become a beast...a rutting, out of control animal. In one minute or less, sperm exploded from his gaping cock hole and spurted across his quaking knockers like a shower. It must have been his second blast in under an hour and the quantity and force was nothing less than formidable to this little guy.
I was so hugely crazed by this display that I knew I had to get away and get off fast or I would reveal myself right there and then. I made it to a stall in the toilets and blasted off right into my moist jock ! ....................................still wearing my clamps and enjoying my dildo...of course.
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