Wrong Steroids - Part 3

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A couple of weeks or so after I got the tattoo I was watching TV in the family room when Dad came home, and came into the family room and tossed me a large paper bag and said: "Here's a snack for you." I could tell from the smell that it was some kind of food and when I opened it up I found that it contained a bunch of bacon triple cheeseburgers twenty-four to be exact.

"Oh fucking great!" I complained. "Like I need to gain any more weight."

"You'd be surprised," he answered me. "You're more popular now than you ever were."

He showed me how he had been updating his web site with lots of recent photos of me - even the most recent ones that had shown me gaining weight and with my big floppy Pecs and with the tattoo. I was a little embarrassed that he was posting those photos for anyone to see. I was even more embarrassed to see that he had posted some photos of me completely nude. At least he had used Photoshop to blur out the part of the frontal photos showing my crotch - even though there's not a lot to blur out.

But what really blew me away was when he called up the statistics on hits to the site and showed me how they had dramatically increased in the last three or four months when he had posted the photos that showed my weight gain and the change in my Pecs. The volume of e-mail had also increased and there were a number of requests for additional photos and higher resolution shots.

I had to admit that I had been kind of "down" the past month or two, what with having to give up the bodybuilding competitions, and my weight gain, and all. But the response to Dad's web site really cheered me up. Plus, the two dozen bacon triple cheeseburgers tasted really good. The only problem was that cheese affects me the way beans affect some other people, and within an hour or so I was farting like mad. It got to smell so bad in the family room that we had to open the windows and both Dad and I were laughing our heads off at each massive wet fart that I ripped off. Finally, after about an hour of farting, I felt the pressure beginning to build up and I went into the bathroom and had a huge bowel movement. When I came back to the family room I felt, well, kind of empty and hungry so I went out to the kitchen and got a half-gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream and came back to the family room and ate that while I watched TV with Dad. When I'd finished that half-gallon I was still hungry so I went back and found a half-gallon of cookie dough ice cream and polished off half of that. When I got in bed that night I just lay there and played with my Pecs while my gut was gurgling and churning as it processed all the food I'd eaten that night.

So anyway, after that night I lightened up and enjoyed life a little more. I had been pretty uptight over the weight that I had gained and the way I looked but after I found out that Dad and the thousands of people that were routinely visiting his site liked my "new look" I kind of figured that I'd just relax and "go with the flow." I just started eating as much as I wanted to, and whenever I wanted to. I also let Dad post a lot more photos of me on his web site. A number of folks had sent e-mails asking for close-ups of my Pecs so Dad shot a number of those and posted them on the site. He also shot a series where I was down on my hands and knees and you could see how my Pecs hung down from my chest almost three inches as soft sacks of flesh. For the folks that wanted higher resolution images, he started selling a CD of high resolution files and sold over a thousand within a month.

Things were kind of boring in an algebra class at school today so I was daydreaming a little, well, I also had my right hand up inside my floppy workout top playing with one of my Pecs felt pretty good. Anyway, Romey was sitting in front of me and his long hair was hanging down over the back of his chair and onto the front of my desk. I could smell the strawberry aroma from the shampoo he had used on it - or maybe he was wearing perfume. Anyway, I don't know why but all of a sudden my daydream turned to have Romey standing in front of me, face to face, and he was holding my large Pecs in his hands and was licking and sucking on them. Boy did that get me turned on as I played with them and dreamed that Romey was sucking on them.

So anyway, the last fifteen minutes of the class was devoted to individual problem-solving. I saw that Romey was writing stuff down, and then erasing it, and then trying something else and then crossing that out - I could tell he was having trouble with a problem and I figured that I'd have some more fun with him. So I leaned forward in my seat and said: "That won't work, let me show you a better way." And with that, I leaned right up against his back and my big Pecs under the floppy top settled down on his shoulders - his head was kind of pillowed between them. I reached forward and under the pretense of taking his pencil and correcting his calculations really crushed my body against his. So there's Romey, with my Pecs hanging down on either side of his head and he's getting really turned on. Just then the bell rang for the end of class and I whispered, "Have fun," into his ear and got up from my seat, leaving him there trying to figure out how to hide a huge erection.

But that was the last week of school and then it was on to summer vacation. I was pretty much just relaxed that summer. Since I wasn't competing anymore I had cut way back on my training schedule well, "cut way back" isn't exactly accurate  I quit training. Without the 'roids, I didn't have the energy, and then with the weight that I'd gained it was a lot harder to go through the routines, so I figured "what the heck" and just stopped. And to be honest, I'd worked so hard the past couple of years for the bodybuilding competitions that I was really looking forward to just some relaxing time by myself. So at the beginning of that summer I just caught up on my sleep (twelve to fourteen hours a day), just lay out by the pool in the backyard, or watched TV, or read a book, or whatever.

A couple of weeks into summer vacation, I got a text message from Romey on my cell phone one day, "u bord yet?" I texted him back that I was kind of just hanging around the house and relaxing and he texted me back and asked if I wanted some company. Well, I wasn't sure that Romey was the first person I wanted to hang around with but I had been getting kind of bored so I texted him back, "yeah." So the following day he came over in the afternoon and we just watched some TV and played video games for a couple of hours before he left at suppertime. Even though Romey's a really weird guy, it was kind of fun to just be relaxing with him.

One of those afternoons when I was lying by the pool that I noticed how much larger and softer my Pecs had gotten lately. Now since I'd stopped working out and had been eating more my Pecs had lost some muscle tone and some of my added weight had gone to my chest area, and of course, I liked the feeling of them on my chest and the way I could play with them as they hung down on my chest. But as I lay there in the sun, kind of dozing, and applying suntan lotion to my chest I realized how really big and soft they had gotten. Like, when I was lying on my back, they didn't even stick up in the air anymore, they just kind of rolled over onto the sides of my chest and kind of lay on my arms - almost like two soft water balloons.

As the summer wore on, Romey began spending more and more time over at my house and he even started staying for supper frequently and helping out with some of the chores. Like, the minute you walked into our house it had been apparent that two guys lived there (my Mother had run off with a former boyfriend about a year after I was born so I never really knew her). Now, our house wasn't a dump or anything but it was a little messy and there always seemed to be some dirty dishes in the kitchen sink. So after one supper when Romey had stayed to eat with us, he kind of suggested that Dad and I should go and watch TV and he'd clean up the kitchen. So Dad and I are watching TV and Romey's out in the kitchen cleaning up. He'd found an old apron somewhere and put that on and he was humming some song as he was washing the dishes and with his long hair and the apron and the way he was moving around I swear that he looked more like a girl than a boy. I found myself thinking that he was actually kind of pretty but then I snapped myself back to reality by reminding myself that he was a guy, not a girl!

Even though Dad's web site was doing pretty well selling the CD with the high-resolution images of me, we were getting more and more requests for videos of me.  I'd been wearing just one of my posing G-strings but Dad convinced me that since the G-string left almost nothing to the imagination, why to go to the trouble of wearing it at all. The first time I posed totally nude I was a little embarrassed but after that, it didn't bother me at all. Actually, because of the small size of my "equipment" and my big tummy, you really couldn't see a lot of me "down there" anyway. Dad tried shooting some video of me by myself, posing, and doing exercises where I'd move around so that my Pecs bounced up and down and swung back and forth, but when he posted those on the site the reaction was positive, but not great. The general consensus was that folks wanted to see someone else fondling and playing with my breast-like Pecs.

At first, the idea of having someone else touch me like that seemed really gross but then I remembered how good it had felt when the guy at the tattoo parlor was touching me so I reluctantly agreed. It would have been more than a little gross to have Dad doing it so he asked me whether I could talk any of my friends into helping us. It didn't take a lot of thought on my part to figure out that the one guy who would probably be glad to help was, Romey. So anyway, I wasn't sure how to approach him but I finally decided that I'd just come right out and ask him when he came over the next day.

The following afternoon was pretty hot so Romey and I had agreed that we'd just hang out by the pool for the first time. The doorbell rang a little after one o'clock and when I answered the door, sure enough, it was Romey - looking a little nervous. When I met him at the door I had been wearing just a pair of my baggy shorts and a loose workout top - I

had stopped wearing the G-strings several weeks ago - like, there was so little "down there" to cover up now that I didn't see any reason to try and to tell the truth, it felt kind of nice to feel my tiny little dick rubbing against my jeans or shorts. Romey was wearing a pair of jeans, sandals, and some sort of loose blouse. When we got out by the pool he turned away from me as if he was embarrassed and then stripped off his blouse and jeans. I saw that he was wearing a tiny bikini swimsuit under his jeans and I noticed how slim his build was almost kind of girlish. But then he turned to face me and as my eyes dropped from his chest to his waist I saw that holy shit! The guy was hung like a horse! There was this huge cock straining against the thin fabric of the bikini. God, he must have been at least two inches thick and a good six or eight inches long. I'd never seen anything like it in my life.

After several seconds I got control of myself and looked away from Romey's display of his huge equipment, embarrassed to have him see me staring at him but I didn't have to worry.

Romey was doing his own staring as I pulled off the workout top - exposing the two large, breast-like Pecs that hung down on my chest and the belly I'd developed that rolled out over the top of my shorts in a soft roll of fat. Anyway, we soon gained control of ourselves and after that, the afternoon wasn't too bad, we just hung out by the pool, listened to some music and talked about school. By the time suppertime rolled around and he had to leave because his parents had something planned, I was actually sad to see him go. Shortly after he left I was, like, "Oh Shit! I forgot to ask him about the video." But to tell the truth, I was still kind of embarrassed to ask him - like, did I really want to have another guy touching me? Well, except that Romey was beginning to look and act less and less like a guy and more and more like a, well, uh, like a girl every passing day.

So after about a week or so when Romey had been coming over to my house and we had been hanging around the pool, both of us had gotten comfortable with the other one seeing our body - me with my large breast- like Pecs and him with his huge cock. It was kind of funny because I could tell that Romey was getting turned on by the sight of my chest and I found my gaze continually drawn to his huge cock. Well, it wasn't only his cock, it was his whole package. With his slim build and lack of body hair, and his feminine hairstyle and his makeup and his mannerisms, Romey really looked and acted like a girl - until he turned to face you and you saw his cock, of course. What a strange combination - but for some reason, it really got me turned on and I was beginning to find myself attracted to him. Anyway, after about a week of hanging out by the pool, I finally got up the courage to ask him whether he'd mind helping my Dad and me with some pictures.

"Pictures?" he asked. "Like, uh, you're having trouble with a camera or something?"

"Uh, no, not like that," I answered. "But, uh, Dad wants some video shots for his website and we, uh, want someone in the video with me."

"Like, doing what in the video?" he asked.

After a moment of embarrassed silence, I blurted out, "Well, uh, playing with my chest."

"Oh, sure, that's cool, no problem," he answered - like it was every day that some guy asked him to play with his tits.

Anyway, we agreed that the following day, Saturday would be good for the video.

So the next day, Romey showed up mid-morning and Dad explained what he wanted to do. Since this was the first time we'd ever shot any video like this he wanted to keep it short and simple. He just wanted me to stand in front of the camera, facing it and naked as usual, and Romey would stand behind me pretending to be helping me prepare for a bodybuilding competition as he reached around in front of me and rubbed oil on my chest. So Dad turned on the lights and started the tape.

Romey stood behind me and picked up a bottle of Baby Oil. Putting some in his hands he rubbed it on my neck and the top of my shoulders. Putting more oil in his hands he moved on to my arms and then reached around in front of me and gently rubbed the oil onto my big belly fondling and massaging it and playing with it as he rubbed the oil onto its glistening surface - picking it up with his hands and jiggling it up and down a little before he dropped it. After a minute or so of this, he slowly moved his hands up my chest to where his hands were rubbing oil into my skin just below the bottoms of my sagging Pecs - his hands occasionally brushing lightly against them and making them swing back and forth and jiggle a little. He then moved his hands up and cupped my Pecs, lifting them up and feeling their weight and softness. Generously oiling his hands, he began to massage the Baby Oil onto my Pecs, taking his time and moving my breasts around so their large size and softness were clearly displayed for the camera. With his thumbs and forefingers, he played with my nipples which by then were hard, swollen, and fully aroused. Oh my god!

This felt so good that I completely forgot the camera and began to moan in pleasure at the feel of his hands moving over my body and playing with my tits. I could tell that Romey was getting as turned on as I was because I could hear his rapid breathing and as he began to grind his crotch against me, I could feel his huge cock pressing against the cheeks of my ass. All of a sudden, the lights were snapped off and I heard my father say: "Well guys, I guess that's enough video for the first time. And it looked like you guys were really enjoying yourselves." Romey and I just stood there blushing, not knowing what to say. I don't think either of us had expected to get that turned on in front of the camera.