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This all began very innocently one year ago. My name is Rob Brody and I had only been on the Rochester Hills volunteer firefighter department a few months. My immediate supervisor, Captain John Rockland, strongly suggested that, if I had wanted to get promoted to a full time position, I should do some community contribution in my free time. I had never had much free time with wrestling and playing baseball in high school and now just started serious weight training to break into amateur bodybuilding.

Let me tell you a little about myself. I have not always been in good shape. I had an athletic build but slender in grade school and have always been pretty shy, so I joined sports to make friends and become part of the gang. I grew to 6' and gained some muscle mass to 195 lb. with baby blue eyes and blond hair. Like I said, I am still shy, and I do get embarrassed when people compliment me on my looks and physique, but I also like it because it makes me feel part of the gang. I strive for the other guys to like and accept me.

So, when Captain Rockland made that suggestion, I wanted to please him, but didn't know how. After my shift at the fire department, I went to my gym named appropriately Muscles for a tough workout. I saw one of my old high school team mates there and, after reminiscing for awhile as we worked out, I asked him what I should do. He said I should be a big brother because I would be a great roll model for some kid. A week later I was assigned to an 18 year old senior at my old high school. This was going to be great and since I am only 24, I should be able to relate well with him. His father had been killed in an automobile accident 5 years earlier and had a tough time since then. He worked out a lot in the weight room but never got good grades and hung out with the wrong crowd, so he got in trouble a lot. His name is Brandon. Good looking kid.

After a couple of weekends together, he began to open up to me, but there was still a wall there. He took a lot of interest in my weight training and work at the fire department. He had always wanted a tattoo and asked if I would get one with him. I took this as a chance to bond further with him and said sure. He had already did his research and picked out a design; a lightening bolt on his arm and a serpent on the side of his calf. Brandon said he would help me pick one out at the tattoo shop. He drove me to the shop in the seedy part of town near some porn shops and strip clubs which made me a little nervous, but I wanted him to like me. So we walked in and saw a rather muscular guy in his thirties dressed in leather pants and vest.

His arms and chest were huge with all kinds of tattoos. He had a pierced eye brow, belly button, and nipples. He had large protruding nipples and a washboard stomach all covered with black hair which had been kept trimmed. I have him matched in the muscle department but I have not touched the hair on my chest since I have not entered my first bodybuilding competition yet. Still, he was a little intimidating. Brandon showed Jake, the tattoo artist, what he wanted and I asked Jake what he suggested. I had on a wife beater with a loose fitting dress shirt and green khakis which were a little form fitting on my legs, ass, and waist. He looked me up and down and said he would think about it while he took care of Brandon. Okay fine! Make me wait. I am a little nervous about the whole thing anyways. We went into the back area where it was private. Since Brandon had on long jeans, he was instructed by Jake to remove them as well as his shirt. This was the first time I had seen Brandon in just his underwear and T-shirt. He wore tight bike shorts and a wife beater like myself.

He had some nicely developed muscles and it didn't look like much hair on him. Jake shaved Brandon's arm and calf and finished the two tattoos in about an hour since they were fairly small and simple designs. The shop did not have air conditioning, and since it was August it got quite hot in that back room. We all were pretty sweated up by that time. Brandon’s tank top was wet and sticking to his smooth sculpted chest.

Jake got out a new set of sterilized needles and took off his leather vest. His tan was the color of a deep bronze and now was glistening with his sweat. It was now my turn and he had a few ideas by then but he needed to see "the pallet" for the tattoo. He told me to take off my shirt and pants. I peeled them off in front of Brandon and Jake. They both complimented and admired my torso.

Jake seemed excited. He had a design of a tattoo that he has been waiting for just the right body to put it on and I had it. It made me feel good about that fact so I said let's do it. He brought out a piece of paper with a drawing of an eagle with a snake in it's talons. It looked amazing. I then asked where it was supposed to be on my body. He used his hands to show me where the eagle needed to be placed on my left pectoral with the snake dangling down toward my right hip. I did not want to get that big of a tattoo today. So, he said he would just do the eagle for now since it would take a couple days to do the whole thing anyway and that way I could think about the snake and maybe reconsider. Brandon started to plead with me to do it.

I couldn't let him down so I said yes. Jake said I needed to first take off my wife beater and he needed to shave my chest. Brandon said he used to be on the swim team and could help Jake shave me. They both lathered up my big chest. With all the heat back there, my nipples were distended and with their fingers all over them rubbing the lather in, they hardened right up. I don't know why, but there is a direct connection from my nipples to my dick. When my nipples get stimulated so does my dick. I had to use all my concentration to keep it from going to full mast (which is a good 7.5 inches and uncut).

They proceeded to shave me from neck down to my treasure trail to my navel. I got a little light headed. I've got to admit that my chest looked pretty good nice and smooth. I have been working on my tan with only a thong on to look good in a posing strap. Jake began working on the eagle which ended up taking two and a half hours. His bare chest and nipple ring rubbed against my arm through the whole process and that aroma he was giving off was totally erotic like I have never experienced before.

When he began working around my newly shave chest which was now really sensitive, my nipple got really erect and my dick started leaking in my bike shorts. The eagles claws looked like they were clasping around my nipple but it did look really good and Jake stood back admiring his work of art. With Brandon insisting I finish it, we made an appointment the following weekend. I have no idea how I will be able to make it through the next phase, but I am doing it for Brandon.