“I’m doing well, really well. Thanks for asking.” And with a..
🕑 Added 2021-09-30 05:33:36 +0000 UTC
“I’m doing well, really well. Thanks for asking.” And with an uncharacteristic half grin, and almost imperceptible nod he turned slowly away and walked toward the back door of his house. I was a bit edgy and hot and bothered at the same time. I wasn’t sure I could trust my own eyes. But had he bounced his pecs for me as he turned away? Or maybe it was an involuntary muscle contraction. He had been training very hard. None the less, I was worked up and had to pay myself some good attention and fast. I made my way inside.
I was just about ready to hit the play button when I heard the rattle of Tony’s garage door. I couldn’t help myself and went to the window, peeking out as discreetly as I possibly could. And there he was, Tony in all his manly glory wearing nothing but red training shorts and athletic shoes standing just inside the open garage door. His body was contest ready, ripped. The fine definition of his pecs made his nipples look even more prominent. They were begging for attention.
I thought it was odd that Tony’s bench wasn’t in position for a workout. Apparently Tony wasn’t doing a workout today – at least not a workout involving weight training.
Tony started his posing routine. I think he hit most of the poses he’d do in the contest. He was a work of art and was sure to place. He never looked in my direction seemingly focused on himself and his form. Still, I noticed his eyes glancing back and forth at the reflection of his chest and nipples. I watched mesmerized. Then he reached into the area just out of my sight and produced a bottle of oil. Oh my God, I thought to myself, here we go. But I had no idea what was to come.
Tony oiled his body saving his chest for last. By the time his oiled palms met his half inch erect nipple flesh I was ready to burst – but thank God I didn’t let myself go yet. Tony rolled his palms over his nipple heads around and around and around. Thirty seconds passed, then a minute. Damn, he hadn’t been into it like this since the first time weeks ago. Two minutes passed and his head had dropped back. I couldn’t believe my eyes – this was sensory overload! Then Tony leveled his head and looked at his own reflection in the mirror. Now he was doing something I’d not seen. He had stopped rolling his nipple heads with his palms and was now slowly rolling his nipple heads with his thumbs, two at a time, non-stop while I watched. This was too much! Ordinarily I’d keep one hand below the belt and use the other to rub both my nipples at the same time, thumb and index finger, while I watched him. But for this I was compelled to do exactly as Tony did. I began rolling both my nipples with my thumbs keeping in rhythm with Tony. This part of the session went on for a good five minutes and I could feel my juices welling up. I could only imagine what Tony was feeling. He had that sort of wincing expression again as he stared at himself. His training shorts were straining. He turned slowly, never taking his gaze off his own reflection and soon I had a perfect frontal view. His nipples protruded from his perfectly cut outer pectorals. I could see them give way under the gentle pressure of his thumbs, rolling non-stop and ever so deliberately for maximum pleasure. I didn’t know how much longer I could contain myself but kept my fingers on my nipples for the pure erotic pleasure of it. By now the sensation was spreading across my own chest, through my own pectoral muscles. Then Tony’s head began to turn ever so slowly – but not in my direction. He looked down at his own nipples as if to study his own technique, first the left for a minute and then the right and again. He began to breathe a bit more quickly. So did I. Tony pressed his nipples with his thumbs now, slowly pushing them forward minding the sensation as he did. He gripped them both pulling and twisting them, the skin of his muscular chest stretching behind them to accommodate his firm pull. He was so into his nipples there was no telling how long this session was going to last. And just as I thought that Tony resumed stimulating his hot nipple flesh with his thumbs, this time flicking them up and down, up and down. I could see his nipple heads flipping and bouncing on both the upswing and down stroke of his relentless flicking thumbs. This had always been my favorite and I was enjoying it now more than I ever had before. The sensation that had begun in my chest was now spreading further and my groin was beginning to tingle in addition to the pressure of pent up juices that it felt. All the while Tony had been looking at his own nipples, checking them out surely fascinated by this new pleasure I’d been privileged to see him discover – and continue to indulge in. But then Tony began to flick his nipples more rapidly – I was transfixed and knew exactly how intense that felt, how intensely he must be feeling it. And he moved his head slowly, his gaze no longer on him self, but seemingly on the ground at his feet, and then on the ground three feet in front of him. His gaze continued to move across my backyard and up the wall toward my window. Oh my God, he had been doing this for me all along! He never stopped flicking his nipples, standing there in the open garage door on that hot August afternoon. He never stopped and wouldn’t stop – until I was done. He looked up at me and starred me directly in the eyes. I knew then I’d have my first nipple orgasm – a gift from Tony. I tried to hold back – I really did. We went another five minutes both of us flicking our sensitive nipples heads faster, then slower, rolling them and flicking them again until finally the sensation that only nipple worship can bring surged through my entire body like a tidal wave of pleasure causing the pent up juices in my loins to jizz in several hot streams in front of me. My eyes practically rolled back and I moaned in pleasure again and again. And then a moan I heard came from outside, from Tony’s garage. As I regained my focus I could see that that awesome nipple man had experienced the same as me as the wet spot on his training shorts grew larger, the fabric jerking from inside several times as it did. Gasping, we caught our breath and dropped our hands down to our sides. And with an uncharacteristic half grin and almost imperceptible nod Tony looked back up to me, stepped back, and the garage door rattled down.
