Sunday, October 2, 2016

Running Boy Blog

The other day I received an email from a reader who is also a blogger himself. He was kind enough to share a few of his own pics as well as the link to his blog with me and I knew I had to share. This guy has curves in all the right places. He is a hot exhibitionist who loves showing off his round bubble butt. Check him out. I promise you will not be disappointed. http://runningboydc.blogspot.com/?zx=da061a1103f05def





Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Inspiration

The story I have posted below was requested by a reader. His concept inspired me so much I had to start working on it right away. So to the real Isaiah I thank you. I hope you enjoy what I have written.

I'll Take A Side Of Ass

by BubbleButtLuvr


Isaiah had been working at Mike's Diner as a cook for nearly ten years. He didn't mind the job but he hated working the night shift. Nights were always slow and since they put in the new highway they had gotten even worse. The highway went right over the diner causing them to miss the little late night traffic they used to get.


Isaiah couldn't figure out why Mike insisted on staying open overnight. It had to be good old fashioned greed. Mike never seemed to go home. Even now he was back in the office with the door shut. And he would most likely stay back there all night like he always did. But as long as Mike stayed open overnight Isaiah was forced to take his turn on the night shift just like the three other cooks. Each had to do the night shift one week each month. The only plus about working this shift was when he got to work with Marlon. Isaiah wasn't sure if Marlon was gay or not but when Isaiah flirted he flirted right back.


At twenty two Marlon was a good twelve years younger than Isaiah but Isaiah didn't care. Marlon was beautiful to look at. He was a dark skinned African American young man with deep chestnut eyes and full lips that curved up into one of the sexiest smiles Isaiah had ever seen. He was a little thick, not fat by any means but thick like an ex football player. Isaiah always imagined he played in high school. He was muscular but not over the top big. But he had thick thighs like an oak tree and an ass made by God. It was full and thick. Extra meaty. It popped way out in back and strained against the thin black slacks of his waiters uniform, which was really just black slacks and a white t shirt.


Isaiah loved watching Marlon from the kitchen as he bent over the counter. His thin pants about to burst as he leaned over the counter. His secret fantasy was that one day they would burst and out would pop Marlon's perfect ebony globes. Then one day his fantasy became a reality. It was late, just after 2AM. Mike was in the back office with the door shut doing whatever it was he did back there all night and Isaiah & Marlon were up front. Marlon was mopping the floors as Isaiah stood back in the kitchen lazily leaning on the pass through watching Marlon mop. He was hypnotized by the way his two enormous cheeks bounced and wobbled as the younger man moved.


'God is he sexy', thought Isaiah. And not for the first time he thought about how much Marlon reminded him of his high school gym teacher, Coach Bradox. In fact Marlon was probably the same age as the coach had been back then. Same height, same build, same dark ebony skin. And that same plump juicy booty. Coach Bradox was probably where his obsession with black men began. He remembered the way the man's body looked as he'd strip down after gym class and change on the locker room with the students. His long fat prick always strained against his stark white jock. The contrast of his jock to his dark complexion always aroused Isaiah. Then when he'd bent to remove that jock. The way his huge butt cheeks would part briefly giving a quick glimpse of his tight puckered asshole. And that long fat dick. Soft it looked to be about 10".


Isaiah was lost in his own thoughts thinking all of this as he watched the waiters huge posterior wobble. Then it happened. Marlon slipped on a patch of floor he'd just mopped. He lost his balance and started to fall back. He tried to catch himself and almost did. He almost found steady footing when he slipped again and fell forward. He landed on the floor on all fours. His legs spread wide. It was too much for the thin dress pants. There was a loud RRRRRRIIIIPPPPPP!!!! And all at once Marlon's enormous rump came bursting out of the back as the seam exploded exposing his bikini brief clad bottom. His bikini was a bright white with light blue pinstripes through it.


This broke Isaiah from his dream world. His mouth dropped open and his chewing gum fell out landing on the floor as he softly whispered, "God damn."


Marlon tried to get up but the floor saw too slick. His ample buns jiggled like mounds of grape Jello, dark and rich, under the thin fabric of his scant bikini which rode up high on his voluptuous cheeks.


Isaiah stood there speechless taking in the site of this sexy kids big mounds of ass fat rippling and jiggling lewdly as he fought to get off his hands and knees to an upright position. After several attempts Marlon was back on his feet. He reached back to see how big the rip was. He tried pulling the two ends together to no avail.


By this point Isaiah had made his way out into the front of the diner and was standing a few feet behind Marlon. The cook marveled at how such a scant pair of underwear could cover so much booty. Sensing Isaiah's presence Marlon looked back over his shoulder at his older co worker and innocently asked,"Is it a bad rip?" As he did so he arched his back and thrust his big ass back at Isaiah.


The older man gulped audible as he hunched down on one knee saying, "Let me have a closer look." The kids entire rump was hanging out the back and his underwear didn't even cover half of it. "It's pretty bad.", said Isaiah.


Looking back over his shoulder Marlon asked, "Do you think the two ends can be pulled together? Would you mind trying?"


Isaiah's head was spinning and his heart racing. "I'll try." He grabbed each end of the trashed slack, making sure to grab two big handfuls of of sized booty as he did so. Feigned sorrow he said, "Sorry man. It's just your pants are kind of tight."


"No worries. Thanks for your help.", said the young waiter with a devilish grin.


Isaiah pulled and tugged knowing all the while it would not work. But he didn't care. He was enjoying the sight as well as the feel of his soft jiggly cheeks. He could do this all night. But sadly he knew he could only take this so far so finally he said, "Sorry kid. It's not gonna happen."


"Thanks anyway.", said Marlon as he straightened up.


Isaiah was sad to see this game come to an end. Marlon turned to face him saying, "There doesn't seem to be much point in these pants now. They don't seem to be covering much anyway." With that he turned his back toward his coworker and began to undo his pants and slip them off slowly and teasingly. He bent slowly at the waist working the shredded pants over his acres of ass seductively before letting them fall to the floor. Isaiah could not believe his eyes. Was he dreaming or was this cocoa skinned God toying with him?


Once more arching his back and thrusting his ass out Marlon looked back over his shoulder. "You don't mind if I take my pants off do you?" He "innocently" asked.


"Not at all.", replied Isaiah breathlessly.


"I didn't think so. You know I'm aware that you stare at my ass all night from the kitchen when we worked together, right?", teased the younger black man.


Isaiah couldn't believe his ears. This kid was teasing him.  The kid was a cock tease. Well if he could tease Isaiah could tease right back. "You know you'd best be careful about teasing. That could get your big ass spanked."


Marlon took a couple of steps forward allowing his heavy cheeks to bounce. He leaned in far across a table in the middle of the dinner and placed his hands in the center. He spread his legs wide and twerked his gelatinous backside ever so slightly as he said. "Well, I'm waiting. Don't make promises you can't keep. Come and spank my enormous booty."


It was like a dream or something out of a porno. But Isaiah didn't need to be asked twice. He came up behind the young man and brought his hand down hard in the center of his huge cakes. Marlon moaned softly and arched his back, "More. I want more."


CRACK! Isaiah's hand came down hard on the younger man's bikini clad bottom. "Yes.", moaned Marlon. " Spank me harder."


CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Isaiah brought his hand down hard repeatedly.


"If your gonna spank me do it right!", demanded the round bottomed stud. Spank me harder! Show me who's in charge!"

"You asked for it.", replied Isaiah as he unleashed on three sites curvy buttocks. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!


Marlon was biting his plump lower lips and whispering "Fuck yeah."


CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!


Isaiah was really getting into it. He was giving all he had to spanking this kid. His own cock had swollen inside his jeans as he watch the younger man's enormous mounds rumple and jiggle. Precum was coating the inside of his own briefs.


Then all of a sudden Marlon called out, " Eat me out! I want you to eat out my fat fucking ass! Now!!!"


Again Isaiah didn't need to be asked twice. He sank to his knees and began to wrestle with Marlon's itty bitty white and blue stripped bikini. He worked them over his gargantuan cheeks and over his thick thighs letting them fall to the floor. Marlon stepped from them and leaned forward spreading his legs wide. "Do it, Isaiah.  Eat me out. I know you want to."


That was all Isaiah needed to hear. He placed a hand on each full cheek and pried them wide apart. The kids ass was hairless including his crack. He dove in allowing the younger black mans cheeks to snap back and quiver on his face as he worked his tongue up his tight young chute. Marlon scrapped at the table trying to grab onto something. He was crazy with lust. Isaiah grabbed both enormous cheeks and played with them as he ate his co workers out in the middle of the diner. He slapped his huge cheeks as he feasted on his tight hole.


In time Isaiah came up for air. When he did Marlon looked back at him asking, "How does it taste?"


"Like honey.", replied The older white man licking his lips.


Marlon laughed as he crawled up onto the table spreading his legs wide.  He reached out in front of him and grabbed a plastic squeeze bottle of actual honey. He reached back, turned the bottle upside down and squeezed. The sticky golden honey oozed out slowly and landed on his big round cheeks. It cascaded down them glazing him like a Christmas ham. Isaiah watched speechlessly and the waiter continued coating himself with the sticky substance.


Letting the bottle fall to the table he reached back and pulled Isaiah in hard. His face was now crammed between the other man's enormous honey covered globes. He lapped at the kids hole like his life depended on it as Marlon continued forcing his face in while asking, "How's it taste now?"


Isaiah couldn't speak, his mouth was full of ass, so instead he grabbed each plump cheek and squeezed. The honey oozed through his fingers. He began spanking the waiters ass as he ate him out. Marlon was screaming, "Fuck yeah spank my fat ass!!"


Isaiah's cock was dripping so much precum the front of his jeans were soaked. Marlon kept forcing the other man's head between the dark cavern of his meat mounds as Isaiah tongue fucked and spanked him.


It didn't take much longer before Isaiah felt his balls tighten. He knew he was about to cum in his pants but he didn't care. He kept spanking and working his tongue up Marlon's. He let out a loud yell straight up the kids ass as his seed gushed from his cock at a rapid pace filling the front of his briefs and jeans.


Marlon loosened his grip on Isaiah's head. Isaiah sank to the floor his face covered in sweat, honey and ass. Isaiah jumped off the table and stood before Isaiah. His fat 11" cock was so hard it pulsed. "Suck it.", he commanded.


At that point the office door burst open and in the door frame stood Mike's large hulking body. Mike was an ex marine and built like a brick shit house. His body rippled with muscles and was covered in tattoos. His blond hair was cut in a crew cut it and was graying at the temples. At 6'5" he was an intimidating figure. "What the fuck is going on out here!!!", he bellowed.


Marlon & Isaiah froze momentarily. Then each man slowly turned to see there boss standing there with his own 9" member sticking out the zipper of his tan trouser. It was hard and dripping precum as he held it in his hand. Then with a quick smile he added, "And why wasn't I invited?"


Isaiah & Marlon look looked from their boss to each other and back in disbelief. It was at this point Isaiah thought to himself, 'The night shift may not be so bad after all.'


The End

Friday, April 8, 2016

My Muse

A few weeks back I posted a link to a hot new Tumblr page, Barak's Big Butt. The focus is a hot guy named Barak with an incredible 45" ass full of dimples that jiggles as if it had a mind of it's own. It seems as if poor Barak always finds himself the Butt (pun intended) of the joke because of his enormous bottom. Along the way he answers questions, shares stories and posts the most amazing pics and video clip of his juicy melons. I have started corresponding with him and find him as nice as he is sexy. A couple of weeks ago he posted a story and a picture calling out a guy from his office who has spent the past year sexually bullying him because of his monster cheeks. The post really aroused me and prompted my recent story. I have posted it below. Here is a link to his Tumblr page as well as a few pics. I promise you you will not be disappointed with this guys over the top buns. http://barakbigbutt.tumblr.com/




Barry's Big Butt Revenge

by BubbleButtLuvr

Barry had had a love/hate relationship with his butt for as long as he could remember. There wasn't a time he could think of where his bottom wasn't much larger than average. And as he got older it just seemed to grow and grow even more. Then last year after a knee injury that laid him up for several months his ass grew to mythic proportions.

It now measured at an incredible 45" and still seemed to be growing. It was round and curvy resembling a woman's booty more than a man's. It was so big it dimpled and jiggled wildly as if it had a mind of its own. In fact it was so large that Barry hadn't even been able to wear traditional undergarments since he was 19. If they fit in the waist then they were too tight in the seat and would split out. If they fit in the seat then they were way too large in the waist. Finally Barry just started wearing jock straps on a daily basis. They gave him needed support in front but with an open back his butt was not so constricted.

As long as he could remember his over sized derrière got him attention.  When he was younger his cousins both female and male wanted to play doctor all the time with him as the patient and his big cheeks the focus of the examination. Uncles would always give his ample backside an inappropriate squeeze when giving him a hug. Teachers would brush up against it "accidentally".

The most blatant experience he'd ever had with a teacher was during his last year of high school. Barry was 18 and his teacher was probably in his mid 30's. Barry had stopped showering Ayer gym because the other guys had started bullying him in the locker room. They'd call him names like hog ass and elephant butt. They'd slap his big bum and laugh or take his clothes leaving him in just a towel. They'd then rip this from his body leaving him with just his hands to cover his manhood for modesty. The would then laugh at the shape of his body. His thick thighs and rounded hips. And of course his ridiculously fat ass never escaped ridicule.

Then they'd play a game of keep away with his clothes. They would toss them back and forth as a naked Barry ran around trying to get them back. He'd jump up as his pants flew by but he'd never catch them. The other guys would laugh wildly as his huge melons jiggled when he jumped. Eventually it would end and they'd give him back his clothes leaving him to dress in shame as they called him names and oinked at him for having a sows ass. So he just stopped showering.

Then one day Coach Parker called him into his office after gym class. The coaches office was right in the locker room so Barry made his way in and closed the door. The coach told him he'd noticed that Barry was not showering and wanted to know why. Barry told Coach Parker how the boys had been sexually bullying him and that is why he stopped. He figured if he could change while they were in the shower he could avoid their abuse.

The coach let him know that he wound talk with his classmates but that he was required to shower as it was a school rule. To meet this requirement and have Barry separate from his classmates Coach Parker agreed to let Barry use the private shower in his office. It was a stand up stall off to the side.

That day Coach Parker made Barry strip right there for his first shower as he watched. Barry found this odd but the coach explained since he had not been showering after gym class he was now required to monitor Barry. This made no sense to the 18 year old but he complied. He could feel the coaches eyes drilling into him as he undressed. And when he turned to head to the shower he could have sworn that he heard the coach chuckle.

There was no curtain or door on the stall it was wide open and Coach Parker stood right outside the stall and watched Barry shower. In fact he instructed him on how to shower. He'd say things like, "Don't forget that big butt. Spread those fat cheeks wide and get between them. I'm sure they sweat quit a lot." This was even worse than the bullying he suffered at the hands of his classmates. He felt like he was giving his perverted coach a free show. He imagined the older man jacking off each night thinking about these private shower shows. And while the idea of someone stroking it to his ass did not bother Barry at all he wanted it to be on his terms.

Barry had realized for a few years now that he was gay. But if someone was getting off to his ass he wanted it to be part of something loving and reciprocal. Not because they viewed him as a circus freak and got off on his shame.

This went on for several weeks. The last straw came the day Coach Parker made him finger himself as he showered. He said, "Barry, that ass looks extra sweaty. I think you need to insert a finger and make sure it's good and clean." But one was not enough then the coach wanted two. Then three. Barry told him he felt clean and it wasn't needed but Coach Parker blocked the stall so he could not get out. He insisted Barry do as he was told. So Barry did because he felt he had no choice. By the time the teen got the third finger in he was whimpering and begging Coach Parker to let him stop saying, "Oh God Coach please let me stop. I'm clean." But the perverted coach forced him to keep finger banging himself to ensure he got ever crevasse.

After the whole humiliating shower Barry turned to see The front of Coach Parker's shorts wet with cum. At that point he told the coach he'd go back to showering with the other guys. He made up some excuse about things being better. The next day the locker room bullying resumed but at least he was no longer giving his gym teacher a private peep show.

Things like this happened his whole life. More than once he'd been openly fondled on a crowed subway. Or had some pervert follow him down the street filming his huge ass as he walked. And in theory all of these things sounded hot when he saw them in videos but in real life it was another story. He felt violated and abused. He was left to feel like a freak just because of the size of his ass.

Even sexual partners and boyfriends saw his as just a freakishly large ass and not a person. One guy wanted to write WIDE LOAD on his ass while he pounded him. Another wanted him to oink like a pig as he fucked Barry. Countless guys wanted him to dominate then by sitting on their face and bouncing as he force fed them his ass. Another guy wanted him to crawl around on the floor naked with his big cheeks aimed high as he made them jiggle. He wanted Barry to degrade himself by talking about what a big obscene ass he had and how he deserved to be punished and put in his place for having such a plump feminine rump.

And at the end of the day Barry was okay with some of this on occasion but he wanted more. He wanted someone who would want more than just degrading sex with the freakishly large booty. He wanted someone who saw him as a person. Someone to make love to.

When he got a job in finance Barry thought "Finally a place I'll be seen as more than just a monsterly large booty." Sadly that was not the case. Even in his professional life he was subject to lewd comments about his posterior. Guys would brush up against him and say things like "I'm sorry but there wasn't enough room to get by because your ass is so fat." This was always followed by a mocking laugh.

But the worst was Michael. Michael had been a transfer within the company. He came to the department as Barry's boss and made his life 100 times more difficult.  From day one Michael eyed up Barry's enormous butt like a child eyed up candy. There was no doubt in Barry's mind that Michael wanted him. But Michael was a sexually repressed closet case who would never admit this. So instead he took out his sexual frustration in the form of cruel taunting comments to Barry. One time when Barry was in the supply room Michael came in walked up to him and said, "If I had an ass as big and disgusting as yours I'd be ashamed to be seen in public. It looks like two basketballs." This was followed by a laugh as Michael walked away leaving Barry to feel foolish about his big globes. And Barry was powerless to stop him because he was Barry's boss and he knew that reporting Michael would only make things worse so instead he just endured it.

But Barry had seen enough of porn and read enough of on line gay erotica to know there were people out there that would love his ass. It was just a matter of finding that person. That's when an idea struck him. Why not create an on line blog? A place to share his enormous rump with others who would appreciate its size and shape. He created a page on Tumblr and used an assumed name, Barak. The page was called BarakBigButt. He would post pics and short video clips of his ample booty as well as share some real life stories with others.

The page was a success and Barry was getting more positive attention from guys. Oh, sure there were still those who left mean degrading comments but overall people were positive telling him how hot his enormous booty was and how sexy he was. He was gaining confidence and even loving his big butt again. But this was to be short lived. After a couple of months one day as he was sitting at his desk working as Michael appeared from out of no where. He had an evil smirk on his face as he said "Good morning" Then he got real close and whispered in Barry's ear. "Shall I call you Barak, then?" Barry's face flushed red with embarrassment as Michael started laughing uncontrollably and he walked away.

Barry had had it! He had been humiliated all of his life because of his big bottom. Michael had tormented him for the past year with lewd comments and innuendos. And at the office Christmas party after a few to many drinks he even openly fondled Barry's gigantic booty in the men's room. The whole thing felt so surreal it was hard to believe it had happened. But it had. Even today when Barry thought about it his face blushed red with humiliation.

During the Christmas party, which was held in the office, Barry excused himself to use the men's room. He was standing at the urinal relieving himself when the door opened and someone walked in. "There you are whale ass.", came the drunken voice of his boss, Michael. Michael staggered up behind Barry and grabbed a handful of his big melons. "I mished you.", slurred Michael as he groped at Barry's ass like a drunk frat boy.

Barry could remember his hot alcohol drenched breath on his neck and how cheap he felt. But he froze in shock and horror allowing his boss to feel him up like a cheap $10 whore. Finally Michael had had enough and slapped him hard on the ass saying, "Let's get back to the party." And then he staggered off.

Of course the next day he acted as if nothing had happened. And again Barry was powerless to stop the sexual harassment. And now that he was feeling good about himself Michael was gonna try to take that away.

How had he found Barry's page anyway. The answer was clear Michael was searching the Internet looking for pics of guys asses. Barry had been right, Michael was closeted. But he'd never be able to prove that. Who would believe him? Plus he'd have to reveal the details of his Tumblr page. Instead Barry decided to gather up his courage and get even in a more non traditional way.

That night Barry went home and pulled up one of his pictures he had not yet posted and uploaded it with the following message below it: I hope that got your attention. If you really have seen my blog, then I want you to know that I won’t be intimidated at work. Sniggering “shall I call you Barak then?” isn’t that funny. You discover my online alias, you discover the naked butt blog but you discovered all this while looking for pics of guy’s butts. So you’re either gay or curious and now that you’ve seen me naked, we have no secrets. You and your mates have called me names for the last year and I’ve soaked it up in silence but now I get why you’ve been so cruel about the size of my arse. If you want to touch it I will let you. If you want to pull my trousers down, part my massive cheeks and look straight up at my clammy hole you can. And if you’re dick is as small as the girls say, you can even fuck me. Seriously. Stick a condom on and slide up my oversized elephant butt. What are actually waiting for now? We have no secrets. See you at work on Tuesday. I’ll be in the empty meeting room at lunch.

The three day weekend seemed to drag by. But finally Tuesday arrived. The morning was uneventful. In fact it was extra quiet. Barry knew Michael was in. He'd see him come in that morning and go straight to his office but hadn't seen him since. The morning went on at lunch time came. Barak gathered up all of his newfound courage and headed to the conference room as he had told Michael he would in his post. He left the door open slightly, got things ready and say at the conference table waiting facing the door.

He didn't wait long. A few minutes later the door opened and in walked Michael. He closed the door behind him. The two men locked eyes in a silent battle of wills. It was Michael who broke the silence. "I don't like be called out on line that way 'Barak'. I am your boss and could fire you simply for being indecent on line. If our share holders saw those pictures and your posts it could mean a great lose to the company."

But Barry held his own. Summoning up his new found courage he replied. "You and I both know that's bullshit. The share holders don't give a fuck about my on line profile. And if you were going to fire me you would have last week. But you didn't. Instead you thought about me over the weekend. Looked at my blog again and now show up here as I challenged you to do. My guess is you really do want an up close and personal view of my butt which you referred to as an elephants ass. I have no secrets from you anymore. You have seen my nude pictures on line. You win. Your my boss and if my ass is what you want then I have no choice but to give it to you. If you want to touch it just lock the door and come in and ask."

Still as cocky as ever Michael sneered at Barry as he locked the door and walked over to where his employee say. He towered over Barry looking down at him and said, "Okay let me touch your cow's ass."

Barry stood slowly never breaking eye contact with his superior. He turned his back on the man and looked back over his shoulder, "Go ahead, sir, feel me up again the way you did at the Christmas party. Oh,that's right you don't remember that, you were drunk. Well this time there are no excuses. Do what you want to my ridiculously large bottom. But be honest about it." Barry pushed his oversized bottom back.

Michael reached out with both hands and wordlessly began fondling both of Barry's plump melons. They were squishy and plump. It was almost like kneading dough. Michael bit his lower lip. After a full year of tormenting Barry he was now openly feeling him up in the conference room.

Barry began speaking again after several minutes. "You once made a comment about how much ass cheeks the size of mine must sweat. If you want to know the truth I'll let you lower my tight trousers and part my cheeks so you can see for yourself, sir. All you have to do is ask if you can lower my pants."

"Can I lower your pants?", Michael's voice came out in a croak. He was starting to lose some of his composure.

"Go for it.", replied Barry.

Michael moved in close. His crotch pressed into Barry's plump cushions as he reached around front and undid his belt. He then pulled down his zipper and undid the button on his trousers and pushed them down to the floor. Barry's round cheeks pushed the tail of his white dress shirt out. Michael lifted the dress shirt to get his first up close and personal look at Barry's bare dimpled cheeks. They were encased by the thin stretchy straps of his white jock strap.

This elicited a laugh from Michael. "Your wearing a jock strap to the office?"

"You've read my blog you know I have no choice. My cheeks are so full and round I can't wear traditional underwear. This is the only thing that gives me the need support in front while allowing my huge butt to be free. Go ahead part my thick heavy cheeks. Take a look at my clammy hole. You know you want to, Michael." Barry then leaned forward placing his hands on the table and bracing himself as he pushed his mountainous ass back at his boss.

"Your nothing but a slut. A fat assed slut.", said Michael as he sank to his knees and parted Barry's weighty cheeks.

"That's how you've treated me for the past year, sir. Like I was nothing more than a slut. So go ahead why show me any respect now take a look at my most private part. Can you feel how heavy my cheeks are? Can you imagine how difficult it must be all day feeling them wobble as I walk?"

Michael pried Barry's plump cheeks wide. They were heavy and thick. Sweat glistened along the man's deep ass crack. Nestled between the two slabs of fat was Barry's tight pucker. Michael licked his lips.

"Get a good look at that tiny little hole. What a contrast when you consider just how enormous my cheeks are. You want to fuck me don't you. The ultimate degradation. To stick your little cock in my cunt. To feel my fat cheeks swallow your tiny dick. You know the ladies in the office all say your not very well endowed but I don't mind. If you want to slap a condom on your little dick and fuck me I'll let you. That is what you want, sir, isn't it? Don't you want to fuck me hard to show me my place?", taunted Barry.

"Don't you worry about the size of my dick you goddam freak! I know how to use what I have!", snapped Michael.

"Then use is, Michael. Use it and show me who's in control.", replied Barry.

"You don't think I will!", retorted Michael. I'll show you. I'll put you in your place. But I'm not using any condom. You'll take it bare like the cheap slut you are!"

"If you think your man enough to put me in my place do it.", responded Barry with a laugh as he bent over the conference table and wiggled his colossal rump. He reached back with both hands and pried his enormous cheeks wide exposing his most private part to his most hated enemy. "Do it!", he snapped. "Put your tiny prick in me and put me in my place. Let's get this over with once and for all. For the past year this is what you've wanted. Don't even deny it. Go ahead and degrade me. Fuck me like the cheap fat assed slut you say I am."

"You asked for it, Jello butt!", replied Michael with venom. "Be prepared to be reminded of your place!"

Michael pushed down his trousers and boxers revealing his small rock hard member. Michael looked back over his shoulder and saw his boss's stiff penis and burst out laughing. "Your gonna fuck me with that? It can't be more than 4", and its hard. How is that gonna put me in my place?"

At that point Michael snapped, he pushed Barry forward pressing his chest to the table with his left hand as he brought his right hand down on his massive 45" of ass fat over and over. "Shut the fuck up! Your the fucking freak with that ridiculous girlie ass. I should be laughing at you. Look at how your cheeks wobble and jiggle with each swat!"

Barry continued to push his boss's button, "Go ahead Michael, spank my big bum. Then fuck it. Remind me of my place! You know you've wanted this since the first day you met me. Say it!"

"Fuck yeah!", bellowed Michael. "The way you strut around the office in those tight trousers. The way you tease as you bend. You deserve to be treated like a whore!" At that Michael took his dick and aimed at Barry's mountainous rump. "Spread those fat cheeks, now!"

Barry reach back parting his ample backside once more for his boss's amusement. Michael looked between the valley of Barry's deep dark ass crack looking for his tiny rosebud. Though Barry was pulling his own cheeks as wide as he could it was still hard to find amongst all that ass fat. Michael helped him pull his meaty cheeks apart. Would his little dick even be able to make it past those voluptuous cheeks into his tight asshole. He spit on his dick. That would be the only lube he'd use as he forced his 4" cock inside Barry's monstrously large ass. Michael pressed his body against Barry, he felt the head slip into Barry's pussy. Both men moaned.

Almost immediately Michael picked up his pace and began power fucking Barry. And Barry thrust his ass back hard matching him thrust for thrust. This was nothing slow or romantic about what was taking place. They were not making love they were fucking. This was a hate fuck pure and simple. These two men had spent the past year despising one another and now they were letting all that anger and hate out in the form of a hard sweaty fuck session.

Michael was breathing hard like an animal as he assaulted Barry's tight button. He grabbed onto his underlings plump cheeks as he plowed into him over and over, his chest heaving like a beast.

Looking back over his should Barry continued to challenge Michael as he pulled his own cock out the waistband of the jock and began stroking, "Go on sir, pound your tiny dick into my big freakish ass. Punish me for something I can't control. Humiliate me simply because you can. But who's the bigger freak, the guy with the enormous ass? Or the guys who's fucking him?"

"You fucking shit!", screamed Michael as he began fucking Barry harder As he spanked his meaty bottom.

"Oh, fuck I want you to cum in me, sir. Cum inside of me then send me back to work the rest of the day with your jizz dripping from my used pussy."

Michael kept fucking and spanking and Barry kept pushing his ample boot back on his boss's dong. His massive ass jiggled out of control. Then without warning Michael pushed Barry to the table pining him there as he let out a guttural cry and unloaded in Barry's tight warm hole. This unleashed something in Barry, who at the same time was exploding like a geyser all over the conference room floor.

Barry looked back at Michael. Michael looked at Barry. Their eyes met. Hate burning in each of their eyes. Michael rushed in and began kissing Barry. It was raw hard and animalistic. Barry returned the kiss. Their tongues explored one another's mouths.

As Michael's cock began to soften he pulled out of Barry and stepped back. Cum dripped from Barry's ass. "You look like a filthy whore.", said Barry with a sneer. And I don't care for the way to spoke to me. So I suggest you gather your things and get out because your fired." He then began to laugh.

But none of this phased Barry. He simply tucked his dick back into his jock and pulled his trousers back on. He then walked across the room and picked up his phone from where it had been perched on a shelf aimed at the conference table. He hit the stop button to stop the recording and then the play button to play back the recording as he aimed the screen at Michael.

His boss watched in silent horror as the scene he had just lived came to life in the small screen. He hadn't even noticed Barry had been recording the whole encounter. He saw Barry sitting at the table waiting. He saw himself enter. Barry fast forwarded to the end when Michael had cum inside of him and he unloaded on the floor. Then Barry hit stop and looked Michael in the eyes with more confidence than he had ever had before when dealing with his torturous boss.

There was a long silence as the two stared at one another. Barry finally spoke, "I don't believe I am fired, Michael. In fact this recording says that going forward your my bitch. You will stop calling me names and bullying me. You will not grope or molest me in any way against my will. You will treat me with dignity and respect because if you don't I'll first show this recording to the board letting them know how you sexually harassed me and then I'll see that this gets leaked on the Internet. I bet your wife would enjoy this video."

"Why you fat a...", began Michael.

"Ah ah ah.", said Barry no more of that. "Remember I now own you, Michael."

With that Barry turned to leave. He placed his hand on the door knob and stopped. He turned and looked at Michael then at his puddle of jizz on the conference room floor. "You might want to clean that up, sir. There's a meeting in here in five minutes." He then turned back around opened the door and strutted down the hall allowing Michael the privilege of watching his huge cheeks wobble as he walked.

The End

Monday, March 7, 2016

Barack's Big Butt

I know I have not posted much lately but yesterday a buddy turned me on to a Tumblr page I know you will all enjoy. This guy has they roundest, juiciest ass ever. This size is ridiculous. It jiggles and bounces wildly. One of his posts talks about how it's so big he is forced to wear jock straps everyday because regular underwear just don't fit right. He has become the new object of my lust and I wanted to share his page with all of you. I know you will love it! barakbigbutt.tumblr.com


Sunday, January 31, 2016

braydinandrew

It has been awhile since I have posted anything. It has also been awhile since I have written anything. But when inspiration knocks I have to answer. Recently inspiration hit me in the form of my new friend, Braydin. I first found out about Braydin a few months ago when a buddy told me I had to check out his pics on Instagram because his ass was AMAZING!!! I check out his page and was like, DAMN!!! Shortly after he started a Tumblr page. I had sent him a private comment through Instagram and then when he started his Tumblr page he posted something saying he was taking requests for poses for photos and from that we started corresponding. I told him that I wrote erotic fiction with the focus on big juicy man booty and that he was built like one of my characters. He asked if I'd consider writing one with him as the central character. The result is Braydin Spanked & Expelled. I am very happy to say that Braydin is much more than an attractive face with full pouty lips and a booty that is obscenely large. He is also a very nice guy with big dreams. He is working on releasing his first album in July through iTunes. If you want to see what the real Braydin looks like you can check him out on Instagram at BRAYDINANDREW and on Tumblr at BRAYDINANDREWOFFICIAL. You will not be disappointed.

Braydin, Spanked & Expelled

by BubbleButtLuvr

It wasn't as though Braydin were a bad guy really. He just has strong opinions and views. And no tolerance for those he deemed stupid. The problem was that he was an 18 year old high school senior and had no problem telling Mrs. Sloan, his fifty something year old English teacher, just what he thought of her. That is why on a Monday morning at 10:00 am he was sitting in front of Principal Edwards office waiting to be called in.

Braydin sat waiting, his annoyance growing. He couldn't even understand what he had done wrong. His horse faced old teacher had called on him in class. He hadn't really been paying attention and he told her as much. He laughed to himself as he remembered the way she pursed her lips as she tried to regain her cool. She then called him to the front of the class and tried to make him look stupid by reprimanding him like a naughty eight year old in front of the class.

He stood there with one hip thrust out and his round juicy booty pushed out, a look of disinterest on his face as he looked down at his well manicured nails thinking 'I could really use a spa day.'

"Braydin!", snapped Mrs. Sloan. "Are you even listening to me, young man?"

"Aaahhh...I think I already told you I wasn't.", came Braydin's quick reply.

Again Mrs. Sloan pursed her lips as she tried to regain her composure. "Braydin, I have tried to help you but you are the rudest young man I have ever met. I would be inclined to work with you if you would only work with me. But since you refuse I am sending you to Principal Edwards. And I'll bet one day your mouth will get you in serious trouble. I bet you a million dollars."

With a look of complete annoyance Braydin looked down his nose his teacher's wrinkled old visage and snapped, "Don't bet what you don't have, honey. Because if you had it you'd get a fucking face lift."

Mrs. Sloan's eyes grew wide. Her mouth opened as if to speak but no words came out. In thirty plus years of teaching she had never had a student speak to her like this. Finally she found her words, "OUT! Get your belongings and go see Principal Edwards!" Her long gnarled arm was aimed at the door and her boney finger pointed toward it.

Braydin looked her up and down with disinterested then turned quickly and sashayed to his desk to grab his Sailor Moon book bag. His oversized booty swayed from side to side like a pendulum. He grabbed his book bag and threw it over one shoulder like a purse as he walked down the isle between desks as if it were a runway and he America's Next Top Model. Just before he stepped through the door he looked back at Mrs. Sloan, raised his hand above his head, snapped his fingers and said, "Bye, Felicia." Then disappeared down the corridor.

Braydin could feel his irritation level grow as he continued sitting and waiting for Principal Edwards. His right leg was crossed over his left and he waved his foot back and forth impatiently. Finally he reached into his book bag and pulled out his iPhone and headphones. He found his Britney Spears play list and hit random. As the soothing sounds of Work Bitch filled his ears he felt his temper subside. No one could calm him like Britney. Half way through he even started singing along, "Bring it on, Ring the alarm...."

"Ssshhhh...", said Mrs. Thomas, the principals secretary.

Annoyed Braydin removed his headphones and put them back in his bag along with his phone. One day he'd be on stage too. Singing just like his idol. He had the voice. And the looks.  He just needed the opportunity. But for right now he was stuck in this dreary place with these dreary people.

Just then the principals door opened and out walked Kent Barnes. Braydin felt his heart skip a beat and his face flush red as he locked eyes with the douchey high school jock. Blonde hair, blue eyes, ivory white completion. He was arrogant and cocky the way he'd strut around the school. He could have any girl he wanted and he knew it. Braydin was jealous of everyone of them. He'd gladly get on his knee and service Kent.

Braydin had taken care of himself many times to the image of himself gagging on Kent's thick veiny member. Another favorite fantasy of his was taking Kent's large appendage doggy style on the floor of the locker room after gym class.

Braydin knew Kent had a big cock. They were in the same gym class and Kent was not shy about walking around the locker room with just a towel draped over his shoulders his fat prick swinging freely. This was a sight Braydin did not mind one bit.

The reason Braydin blushed at the sight of Kent had to do with an incident that had taken place in the locker room just last week. Braydin  had always been good looking with his caramel complexion and dark eyes. He had full pouty lips and dark wavy hair. His body was lean and hour glass curvy with thick meaty thighs and a 28" waist. And as impressive as all of this was it was his booty that was most impressive as it measured at 42", a full 14" larger than his waist.

He'd always had trouble finding pants that fit both his slender waist and colossally curvaceous rump. And if pants were difficult underwear was almost impossible. If they fit in the waist they were too tight in the seat and thighs. And if they fit his thighs and plump bottom they were lose in the waist and would slide down. On more than one occasion his huge can had ripped right through the seat of his briefs, which is why I preferred thongs. But he never worn a thong to school on gym day and that's how the incident happened.

Last week while changing after gym Braydin was were a pair of light blue bikini briefs. They very cotton and very scant. He bent over to pull up his pants and as he bent there was a loud RRRRRRIIIIPPPPP followed by a cool breeze on his elephantine ass. Without straightening up he looked back over his shoulder and saw Kent standing there, his eyes bulging and mouth hanging open as he looked at Braydin's huge booty trying to escape his tiny bikini underpants.

There were a few laughs and some of his buddies made jokes about how his big butt ripped out his underwear but it was all good natured. Still Bryadin was horrified that Kent had seen him like this. So, now as Braydin sat outside the principals office looking at Kent this memory flashed in his head.

As he walked on by Kent nodded, "Hey."

Braydin's nodded back. "Hey." And again his heart skipped a beat. God he loved straight douchey white guys.

"Braydin.", came Principal Edwards voice from the doorway of his office. "Please come in."

"Finally.", said Braydin as he stood and made his way to the principal's office. Once inside he dropped into a chair in front of the principal's desk.

Principal Edwards shut the door and came around behind his desk taking his seat. He placed his elbows on the desk and made a teepee with his fingers as he looked at Braydin. "So, what brings you back to see me so soon? You were just here last week."

Braydin let out a deep sigh. "Mrs. Sloan got all pissy because I told her she needed a facelift."

Annoyance crossed Principal Edwards eyes. "Braydin. We are the tenth school you have been enrolled in. Your grades are good. You excel in music and drama. You are popular among the other students. But you have got a sassy mouth. That is what always seems to get you in trouble."

Braydin rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

"Again with your sassy mouth. We have had you write essays, stay for after school suspension. Even Saturday detentions but still you get in trouble. You leave me with only one choice. Corporal punishment."

"What? What do you mean?", asked Braydin confused.

Principal Edwards took a deep breath. "Spanking."

"What?!", wailed Braydin. "I am 18 years old. And you are not my father. You will not be spanking me."

"All of that may be true, Braydin. However, when you were admitted to this school your parents signed a document giving us consent to administer corporal punishment if necessary. ", explained the principal. At that moment there was a knock at the door. "Come in." The door opened and in walked Coach Brick.

Principal Edwards continued. "I've asked Coach Brick to join us today so that we have a witness to your spanking."

"You're kidding, right?", asked Braydin in disbelief.

"This is no joke, Braydin. Now drop your pants and bend over my desk, young man.", said the principal.

Braydin looked from his principal to his gym teacher. There was no way he wanted spanked but he didn't want them to know how freaked out he was. So instead he played tough. He stood with attitude and began unbuckling his jeans, which due to the size of his over developed booty and thick tree trunk like thighs fit like they were painted on. He pushed them down to his ankles with attitude and stood before the two men in just a white Sailor Moon t-shirt and scant lime green thong, which was complimented well by his ample caramel tanned booty. His hands on his hips in defiance. "There my pants are down. Are you pervs getting off on seeing me without my pants?!"

Coach Brick stood behind Braydin and got a full view of Braydin's huge bare bronzed cheeks, the thin strap of the thong buried deep between them. He could not believe his eyes. "Braydin. What are you wearing?"

Braydin turned to face the coach. "It's called a thong.", sarcasm dripping from his words.

Now his super sized buns were facing Principal Edwards. He could not believe what he was seeing. "Young man! Do you really think that kind of underwear is appropriate for school?"

Braydin turned again now facing the principal. "When I got dressed this morning I had no idea you pervs would pull me into the office and make me strip for you."

Principal Edwards saw red, "That's it! I've heard enough. Over the desk now, young man. You will learn some respect.

"Whatever.", was Braydin's petulant reply as he bent over the desk. As he did he arched his back and pushed his overinflated cheeks out toward his gym teacher and wiggled them in defiance.

 Principal Edwards opened his desk drawer and pulled out a large wooden paddle. He made his way around the desk. He had spanked many students over the years but never one wearing a thong. And never one with a bottom quit so large. He pulled back his arm then thrust it forward. The wooden paddle landed  hard in the middle of Braydin's large copper toned bottom. His meaty cheeks rippled. He felt a jolt go through his body. It stung more than he'd expected but he would not let on so he bit his tongue.

Again Principal Edwards swung the paddle. CRACK! It made contact. Braydin's jumbo cheeks jiggled as pain shot through them. He bit his lip. But not being one to keep his mouth shut he asked, "Is that all you have?"

The principal reared back again and brought the paddle down fast CRACK! Braydin arched his back and threw back his head in mock laughter, "I barely felt that."

That was it now Principal Edwards was determined to break the youth so he let loose. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Braydin's well padded mounds of ass fat quivered and jiggled with each seat. His rump felt like it was on fire but he could not let the school administrator know it so instead he gave more lip. "Are you pervs getting off on watching my big cheeks jiggle?"

But Principal Edwards was just as determined to break the teen. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Braydin's curvy voluptuous cheeks were now pink and tender but he would not budge. "My grandma could hit harder."

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Braydin gripped the sides of the desk. His knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping. "Come on big man. When are you gonna start the spanking? I don't feel anything."

By now Principal Edwards was sweating. Coach Brick stepped forward. "Give me that paddle." Happily The principal handed the paddle to his colleague. Now the coach took a crack at the youth's gigantic bottom.  CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

"Please is that all you can do. I thought Principal Edwards was weak."

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Now Braydin's gargantuan buns were glowing red. They felt like flames were shooting from them. But he would not be broken. "More. Bring it!"

The coach was livid. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Braydin's plump cheeks wobbled up and down with each swat. But still he would not show signs of pain.

The spanking went on for another ten minutes. The paddle felt like it was ripping Braydin in two but still he heckled the principal and coach until it became evident to them both that they could not win.

"Okay, Braydin. Pull up your pants.", said the principal.

"Are you two done ogling my big delicious booty. If not why don't you come see my show some weekend. I strip weekends at The Man Cave. Just give my name at the door and they'll let you in for free.", sassed Braydin as he slowly and teasingly bent over to pull up his pants. The tight jeans hurt his tender well spanked bottom but still he bit his tongue.

The Man Cave was a well known gay bar in the area. And both men found themselves speechless at hearing Braydin danced there. But after a beat the principal found his voice. He looked the 18 year old in the eye. "It is evident that you have learned nothing. You are not sorry. And you feel no remorse."

"Dah.", said Braydin.

With a deep breath Principal Edwards continued, "That is why I have no choice but to expel you. If we have no control then we have chaos."

"So I'm expelled from another school?", asked Braydin.

"Yes, I'm afraid so.", replied the principal.

At that Braydin snatched up his book bag and made his way to the door. With his hand on the nob he turned to face both men. "BTW You both spank like pussies. Bye bitches."

Before either man could answer he pulled open the door with a flourish and made his way down the hall with a strut, his juicy booty swinging from side to side. The only though in his head 'My ass is on fire. I can't wait to get home and get out of these pants so I can lotion up my butt.' He then burst through the school doors and was gone.

The End

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Brad: Grant Finally Gets A Whack At Brad Pt. 18

Grant arose first the next morning feeling surprisingly refreshed. The night before he had watched his best friend get his huge rump spanked by their twisted dorm supervisor, Mr. Marshall. Grant had discovered Brad's secret, he got off on being spanked. But Brad also learned Grant's, he was gay. Last night everything seemed okay but now in the light of day would things still be the same or would Brad treat Grant different now that he knew his secret?


Grant didn't have to wait long to find out the answer. Brad rolled over in bed. Grant was laying in his own bed on the other side of the small dorm room on his side facing his friend. Brad gave a blurry eyed smile to his buddy. His hair was tussled from a good nights sleep. "Morning."


"Hey. Sleep okay? Is your ass still sore?"


Brad pulled the covers off and stood up. His morning wood hard as could be. He turned his ass toward Grant and said, "Nah, this big booty is as tough as elephant hide.", and laughed.



Grant loved the view and laughed as well. He watched Brad as he walked across the room and grabbed his shower caddy and towel. His huge erection bobbed up and down and his big bottom jiggled as he moved. Grant was hypnotized. He couldn't take his eyes of his friend. This was nothing new. Brad walked around the dorm room in his underwear or nude all the time. But it was the first time since finding out Grant was gay.



Brad grabbed his stuff and turned to face Grant saying, "Why don't you take a picture." , a stern look on his face.


Grant stammered trying to find the words to apologize. Last night had changed things. This is what he'd been afraid of.


Brad watched Grant stammer and broke out in a fit of laughter. Standing facing Grant with his big erecting bouncing he said, "I'm kidding. I told you last night, man, I don't care if your gay. We are cool. Seriously. I'm fucking with you."


Grant let out a sigh and a huge grin passed over his handsome face, "Don't fuck with me man. Not funny."


Brad warped his towel around his waist as he spoke, "Seriously friends for life man." And he headed out of the dorm room toward the shower. And that was the end of that.


A couple of weeks passed and nothing had changed. Brad and Grant were still best friends sharing a dorm room. The curfew had been lifted so Brad was still dancing at Luke's Hideaway. Brad still walked around the dorm room in just his scant underwear and thongs. In fact he now walked around like this even more often. Brad had always been an attention whore and didn't care where it came from. So now that he knew his best friend and roommate was perving on his big bouncing booty he went out of his way to showing off. Of course Grant had no complaints.


One particular night both young men were in their room studying. Grant in grey sweats and s white T-shirt. Brad in just a pair of black cheek briefs. His huge rump flowed freely from the back. Grant had a paper due in the morning. While Brad was studying for an exam. Grant had printed out his report and was reviewing it for typos. He was sitting at the small table in the center of the room. Brad had his chair pulled back from the table and was bouncing a rubber ball off the wall as he studied his notes.



It had been a long night and both men were feeling it. Grant was on he fifth cup of coffee and Brad was getting punchy. Brad continued bouncing the ball off the wall when all of a sudden he stopped,looked at Grant and said, "Think fast!" His intend had been to fake out his buddy having him think he was going to throw the ball at him when he really had no intention of doing so. However, instead the ball slipped from Brad's grasp and flew across the table in Grant's direction. It missed him but hit his coffee cup spilling coffee all other the table and all over Grant's paper.


Grant jumped to his feet, "What the fuck, Brad! That was my paper!"


Brad jumped to his feet too. "Shit! I'm sorry, man. It was an accident. I just wanted to fake you out."


"Yeah well look what you did! My fucking paper is ruined. I worked on that for weeks!"


"I know I'm sorry. But look just reprint it."


Anger blazed in Grant's eyes. "I can't. I didn't save a copy on my laptop. That's the only copy!"


"What!?", asked Brad. "How could you not have a back up?"


"Are you really gonna lecture me when you fucked up my assignment?!"


"I'm so sorry. I feel terrible. I don't know what I can do to make it up to you.", said Brad.


"Nothing. There is nothing you can do. You really screwed me good, Brad! I'm gonna fail the class now. That paper was 50% of my grade! I oughta kick your ass!"


"Maybe you should.", replied Brad.


"What the fuck are you talking about, man? You want me to kick your ass?!"


"Well...not exactly kick it. I was thinking more like spank it.", replied Brad slowly.


Grant stood there for a moment taking this in. He looked at his roommate skeptically, "You want me to spank you?"


"Well I'm not sure if I'd say I want you to spank me. But I do deserve it. I ruined your paper."


"How will spanking your big ass fix my paper?", asked Grant irritated.


"I guess it won't but I feel bad and I want to do something to make it up to you. And I do deserve to be punished. Then after I'll help you write your paper again."


Grant thought hard about this, "Ok. Yeah you do deserve a spanking." And with that he pulled out a chair and sat down. "Bring me your hairbrush. The wooden one."


"Ok", replied Brad.


"What was that?", asked Grant.


"I said ok. I'll get the brush."


"You will address me as sir. The correct response is 'Yes, sir.", stated Grant.


Brad was taken aback for a brief moment. Grant was being so assertive and aggressive with him. But what was even more shocking to Brad was the fact that he actually liked it. "Yes, sir.", replied Brad as he turned to get the brush.


Grant watched his old friend walk. His head was spinning with excitement. For years he had lusted after his buddy. He watched him shower and change in the locker room. He'd seen him in various states of undress over the years. He had even snuck into Luke's Hideaway and watched Brad where he worked as a male stripped. Then a couple of weeks ago things took an unexpected turn when he got to see Mr. Marshall spank Brad but this, this was a whole new level. In a matter of moments Brad would be across his lap. He would get to caress those meaty cheeks. He would get to spank them and watch them jiggle as he tanned them.


But for now he just watched his friend walk. The cheek briefs covered very little and Brad's gargantuan buns bounced up and down as he walked. Grant gulped as he watched this. He hoped he could remain composed and keep playing the part of stern disciplinarian. He found he liked this role and it appeared that Brad liked him in it.


Brad now stood before Grant brush in hand. He held it out saying, "Here you are, sir."


Then Grant shocked him by reaching out with both hands but rather than take the brush he grabbed hold of either side of his tiny black cheek briefs and yanked them down. Brad's fat schlock popped into view and bounced around. "Let's get rid of these.", stated Grant. "You won't be needing them."


Brad stepped from his scant briefs, which were now around his ankles. Again Grant's aggressive manner both surprised and intrigued him. He now stood before his best friend completely naked and exposed. Grant had seen him naked before of course but this was different. Grants eyes openly gazed over Brad's body. Brad had allowed many men spank his big bottom to avoid trouble and could admit to himself that yes he did like being spanked, he even got off on it. And while he'd had girlfriends spank him in the past as part of foreplay there was something about the firm strong hand of a man that a woman could not compare to. But still he never imagined himself in this scenario with Grant. There was something different about this. Maybe it was because they had been friends for so long but there was an intimacy to this that Brad could not explain. He found his heart pounding so fast he was afraid it may beat right out of his chest.


Grant looked up at his roommate and said, "Get over my lap."


Brad handed him the brush and climbed over his buddies lap. His back arched and his huge butt pushed out. He wiggled around on Grants lap trying to find the right spot to rest. Grant could feel Brad's flaccid dick press into his thigh. Grant's own heart was racing. He raised the wooden hair brush and brought it down hard on Brad's backside. CRACK!!! Brad threw back his head and arched his back. His large rump quivered. Again Grant raised the brush and brought it down.


Brad felt the pain course through his oversized ass cheeks. But it was a good pain. An arousing pain. He wanted more. No, he needed more.


Now that Grant had a couple of practice seats in he moved forward with determination. He raised and lowered the brush repeatedly on Brad's creamy white bottom.


CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK


Brad could feel his smooth buns jiggle with each hit. Grant licked his lips as he watched his best friends enormous butt quiver and dance under his control. Brad found himself wiggling on Grants lap, his penis grinding into his leg, growing. He kicked his legs like an errant child arched his back and cried out in a mixture of pain/pleasure.


CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK


Grantbcould feel Brad's cock growing as it rubbed into his thigh. And Grant had no doubt Brad could feel his own fat prick had grown to it's full 8" but he didn't care. He continued his assault on Brad's glowing posterior.


CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK


Brad was wincing in pain but loving every minute of it. Grant had a strong hand and knew how to spank. He was aggressive and in charge. Brad loved a firm hand. He craved it. And he had found it in his buddy. Brad continued writhing in Grant's lap. He knew he'd cum soon. His fully hard dick fell between Grant's thighs and swung free. Brad moaned with lust as Grant continued to dominate him.


"I'm getting close to cumming, Grant!", called out Brad.


"The hell you are!", yelled Grant as he reached down between his legs and wrapped his hand tightly around Brad's dick and balls. He had a firm grip and then squeezed. The pressure prohibited Brad from ejaculating.


Then Grant said "You will cum when I say you can cum."


Again Brad found himself shocked at Grant's demeanor but also incredibly aroused. Without even thinking Brad replied, "Yes, sir."


Grant dropped the brush to the floor while keeping his grip on Brad's prick. He was not done spanking the muscular jock yet but wanted to continue with his hand so he could feel those soft round cheeks.


CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK


Brad threw his head back and arched his back as his roommate brought his bare hand down over and over on his over inflated butt. "Aaaaaaahhhhh!!!", wailed Brad.


Despite the continued beating on his large tender bottom and the tight grip preventing him from cumming Brad remained hard. There was something about being under Grant's control that he found very arousing. He was not permitted sexual release until it was granted by his buddy and for some reason that thought was driving Brad into a sexual frenzy.


Brad's lard ass was now a bright pink bordering on red. It quivered and shook wildly. Grant licked his lips at this sight. He loved Brad's ass. The size. The shape. It was the perfect blend of muscle and fat. It had just the right amount of jiggle and bounce to it. Grant stopped spanking for a moment and just allowed his hand to graze his buddies ample backside. He could feel the heat radiating from it. Then he grabbed a handful of Brad's glowing bottom and felt it up. No pretense he just spent some time fondling his best friends colossal ass. And Brad just laid there over his lap and let him.
Then once again Grant raised his hand and brought it down on Brad's sweet melons picking up the spanking right where he'd left off.


CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK
CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK


By this point Brad was screaming and kicking his legs like a naughty little boy. His ass was on fire and his balls were aching. He really needed to cum. "Please, Grant, I beg you let me cum, man. I really need release!"


This was the thing that sent Grant over the edge. The combination of seeing Brad's huge ass bare. Having him over his lap. Spanking him. Holding his dick in his hand. And now hearing him beg for permission to cum. Grant let out a loud scream as he unloaded in his sweat pants. Brad could feel the warm sticky jizz against his stomach as it coated the front of his buddies sweats.


Grant let go of Brad's cock but continued to spank his big butt. Without Grant's hand acting as a cock ring preventing him from cumming Brad exploded himself. Blast after blast of jizz erupted from the 19 year olds swollen prick. Some hit the legs of Grant's sweats and some hit the dorm room floor. Brad screamed out in ecstasy as his seed spilled out.


Grant stopped spanked and Brad slipped from his lap to the floor. He looked up at his buddy and jokingly said, "Looks like you made a mess of yourself man."



"Shut the fuck up.", laughed Grant. "You're one to talk. You sure do love being spanked." Brad couldn't deny it so he just smiled. "I guess we should get cleaned up so we can get started on your paper."


"Don't worry about it.", said Grant as he pulled off his cum soaked sweats and T so that he was now as naked as Brad.


"What do you mean don't worry about it? Isn't it due tomorrow?"


"Yes, but I actually do have a back up. I can just reprint it.", said Grant with a smile.


It took a moment for this to register with Brad but finally it did. "Wait a minute. You knew all along you had a backup saved? You mean you set me up so you could spank me?"


"You set yourself up, man. I never suggested spanking you. That was your idea. In fact you seemed rather eager to offer up your big butt to be spanked.", replied Grant.


"Why you little shit!", blurted out Brad as he playfully hurdled himself at his roommate.


The two naked young men landed on Grant's bed. They rolled around on top of one another not caring that they were both nude and semi erect. They laughed as they "fought" one another. Somehow Brad wound up on top of Grant. He sat on his buddies chest with his jumbo ass aimed a this face. Grant struggled causing Brad to move back. He readjusted himself and plopped his huge ass back down on Grant's face.


Everything went black for Grant as those two huge melons wrapped around his face and his air supply was cut short. But Grant did not complain. This was his dream come true, Brad was actually sitting on his face. It may not have happened the way he saw it in his fantasies but it was happening all the same.


Brad was now grinding his ass into Grant's face playfully saying, "That's it you fucker. That's what you get."


Brad had no idea how much Grant was loving this. He let his tongue dart out and make contact with his buddies tight pink button then slipped his tongue deep inside Brad. This startled Brad causing him to jump up. But only for a second. Then he was the back downing op of Grant. The two laughed and rolled around on the bed. Brad was now on top of Grant with just inches between their faces. They stopped wrestling and just looked at one another. Their eyes met and locked. Something stirred in Brad. Something he'd never felt before. He moved his face forward. He wanted to kiss Grant full on the mouth but he stopped himself and instead broke the moment busy laughing and falling back on the bed. "I can't believe you had a back up the whole time."


"You deserved it. You need to be more careful next time.", responded Grant with a grin.


"Well since you don't have to worry about your paper lets get dressed and go grab a pizza.", said Brad.


"Deal.", replied Grant nonchalantly.


Neither man said it but they both knew what almost transpired between them. They had almost shared a kiss. Even more than that Brad truly wanted to kiss Grant on his full lips. But it wasn't to be. Not tonight anyway. So instead the friends dressed and headed out for pizza not realizing that they had come one step closer to becoming lovers.


The End

Monday, April 6, 2015

Inspiration

While I am still taking a break from posting I recently met an incredibly sexy man on line with a colossal 45 1/2" ass. We began chatting and he sent me a few pics of his amazingly large booty that inspired me to write Christopher's Forced Black Gang Bang along with his encouragement. I wanted to share this latest fantasy here. I hope you all enjoy it.

Christopher's Forced Black Gang Bang Punishment

by BubbleButtLuvr


It had been a long day for Christopher. He had started with his company straight out of college and over the past 13 years had worked his way up the ladder. Now at 35 he was the head of his entire department. This was a good thing. But that meant lot of travel, which Christopher hated. So, that was a bad thing.


He boarded the plane at 5:00 and made the two hour flight to the home office in Detroit, where he would spend the better part of the week in meetings. After landing he retrieved his luggage and picked up his rental car and headed straight to the hotel to check in. He then headed straight to corporate headquarters for his first meeting of the day. It was now just after 9:00 PM and he was finally driving back to the hotel.


The sun had set and the sky was black and moonless. As he drove along the area became more and more desolate. No cars on the road. In fact there were not even very many houses. And the few he did pass looked abandon and boarded up. He didn't remember this area from earlier today. He glanced down at the GPS add realized the screen was frozen. He pounded on the dash and the screen in the GPS went black.


"Great!", sighed Christopher. He knew he was lost and was not sure where to go next. Then just up ahead he saw it on the right. It was a small building, if you could even call it that. It was a large square one floor structure. It was old and the windows were covered over with years of dirt and grime. Across the faded black door in large block letters was painted the word BAR in chipped red paint.


It didn't look like much of a bar out here in the middle of nowhere but at least he could get directions. He pulled the rental car into the small gravel lot and parked. He emerged from the car and removed his grey suit jacket and threw it on the passengers seat. He then loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button of his starched white dress shirt. He locked the car and made his way to the bar.


As Christopher walked his could feel his dark grey slacks hugging his large butt. He had always been an attractive man with chestnut brown hair and sparkling eyes. And he took great care of himself, working out regularly so that his body had a lean tight build. But while he took pride in his overall appearance it was his ass Christopher took most pride in. He had always had a full round rump but once he began working out in his teens he became obsessed with plumping up his glutes as big as he could and the results were quit impressive. His waist measured at a lean 32" while his booty measured at an obscene 45 1/2". His cheeks were so meaty that he could actually feel them wobble up and down with each footstep. He loved the way this felt. And loved the attention his big cakes got him.


Christopher was always looking for ways to show off his over stuffed ass cushions in slacks that fit them like a second skin clinging and adhering to his curvaceous bottom. Of course wearing pants so tight left quit a visible underwear line. But Christopher had a solution for this. The solution was simple, thongs. The skimpiest most revealing thongs. Of course if Christopher were to be honest he didn't wear the scant thongs just to avoid underwear lines he also liked the way they felt rubbing up against his tight pucker teasing him all day. Not to mention the attention it got him in the gym locker room.


He pulled the door to the small bar open not knowing what lay in store for him on the other side. The room was very dimly lit as he stepped inside. Smoke filled the air. He scanned the room slowly allowing his eyes a chance to adjust. Across the room was a small bar and behind it stood a bartender. The bartender looked straight at Christopher and stared. Scattered around the room were 14 men, all black. Christopher's heart skipped a beat as he took in all the beautiful men. He had a weakness for black men. Especially the uber macho thug type.


All eyes were on Christopher as he approached the bar. Though no one said anything Christopher began to feel uncomfortable. This group was not looking at him with welcoming eyes. They all had a tough hard look that almost dared you to speak to them. There was a part of him that found the tough macho exterior of the ebony men arousing but at the same time he was not familiar with this area or these men so another part of him felt ill at ease.


Christopher's tight slacks hugged his mega booty as he approached the bar. He put his hands on the bar and leaned forward to talk to the bar tender. This caused his already tight pants to stretch tighter across his ample derrière. The seam down the back looked about ready to burst. He could feel all eyes on him. He felt awkward but remained cool. "Excuse me he said to the bartender."


An annoyed look crossed the bartenders eyes. "Your kind of a far way from home aren't you?" It was phrased as a question but came out like a threat.


"Yes, actually.", replied Christopher. I'm in town on business and my GPS stopped working. I'm looking for the Willow Grove Inn."


The bartender crossed his muscular black arms and looked Christopher up and down, "Well aren't we fancy?", he sneered at the ivory skinned businessman.


Christopher didn't know what to say so he just stood there waiting for him to go on. After a long silence he did. "Go up five blocks and make a right. Then go three more blocks and make a left. That will get you to the highway. From there you'll see signs. Is that it?"


Stunned by this mans rude and unfriendly manner Christopher stammered, "Yyyyyees. Thank you." He then turn to leave and walked right into a man who practically stood on top of him. There were four of them lined up side by side. "Pardon me.", said Christopher not liking how close the four men stood. Again nothing was said but there was something unsettling about the way they looked at him.


The man looked him hard in the eye causing Christopher's pulse to race with excitement. The man was about his height and his skin a deep cocoa color. His head was shaved. He wore low hung jeans and a tight white t-shirt that you could actually see his abs through. The thug gave Christopher a dirty look saying, "Why don't you look where you're going, white boy."


Again Christopher was torn between arousal and intimidation. All four men were beautiful. Tough and manly. But still they didn't seem to want him there and he was not familiar with them or the territory so he just said, "Sorry" and attempted to walk around them but as he moved to the left so did they blocking his path.


An uneasy feeling grew in the businessman as he said, "Excuse me men. I'm trying to leave."


The man Christopher bumped into asked, "Who's stopping you, white boy?"


Now Christopher was starting to get annoyed. Enough was enough. "Well you and your friends seem to be blocking me from getting to the door."


"Is that so?"


"Yes. Look I don't want any trouble. For whatever reason it seems obvious that you don't want me here but at he same time you are blocking me from leaving. If you and your friends will just step aside I'll be on my way."


The thug looked at his buddy to the left saying, "Hey, G, how many white boys we usually get in here."


The other man scrunched up his face I thought and replied, "I don't remember ever seeing a white boy in here before, Bonez."


"Really? I don't either", said Bonez. "I guess most white boys have more sense than to go where they are not welcome.", this he said turning his attention back to Christopher.


"Look.", said Christopher. "I really am sorry to intrude on you. I'll just be on my way so you men can get back to what you were doing."


Bonez took a step forward so that his nose just missed touching the white businessman's. "You show up where your not invited or wanted and now you think you just get to leave. We will tell you when you are permitted to leave, white boy."


Christopher swallowed hard trying to cover his nervousness, "Please forgive me. I didn't mean to intrude. I'm really not looking for any trouble."


Bonez stepped back and ran his hand along his chin looking Christopher up and down. "Me and my boys couldn't help but notice that juicy booty on you when you walked in, white boy. Not many white boys have melons quit as sweet as that. Tell you what why don't you turn around and give us another look at that insane rump."


Christopher couldn't believe what he was hearing and again fear mixed with arousal. "What?", he asked"


At that point the bartender came out from behind the bar and said, "What's going on here? This guy giving you trouble, Bonez."


"Yeah well first this white boy shows up where he ain't welcome, Tyrell, and then when I pay him a compliment telling him what a juicy booty he has and ask him to show it to me and my boys he disrespects me by not doing it."


Tyrell shot Christopher a sideways glance and asked, "Is this true? Are you disrespecting Bonez and his boys? I'd advise you to show him the proper respect and do what he says."


Normally Christopher would be enjoying having his monster rump be the center of attention but not now. He did not know what these men planned on doing to him. Knowing he had no choice he simply turned so that his back was facing the five men. As he stood there with his huge 45 1/2" ass aimed at the men they began talking about it as if he were not even there.


He heard various comments such as, "Fuck that white boy got a black man's ass." "That things so big I bet it has its own zip code." "Looks like two basketballs down the back of his pants."


And although Christopher was still frightened he was also aroused hearing his full round globes discussed so openly. But he knew he had to get out of there. He turned back around to face the men and was shocked to see that not only the bartender but all 14 patrons stood before him. This did not make him feel good. It was at this point that he realized how young all of these men really were. He guessed them all to be between 21 & 23, including the bartender. "Well I guess I should be going."


Reaching out Bonez put his hand on Christopher's chest and backed him up against the bar, "You don't leave until we are done with you. We want see more, white boy. Strip outta those clothes."


Christopher knew he had to stand up for himself, "Look I've done everything you have asked but this is where I draw the line. I'm not removing my clothes. I'm sorry I disturbed you but that was not my intention. So now I'm leaving."


To the other 14 men Bonez said, "Sounds like this white boy needs a lesson in staying out of places where he don't belong.", then to Christopher he said. "You undress yourself or my boys will undress you."


Christopher's heart began pounding from both arousal and fear. He looked into the eyes of all the men that stood before him. Anger blazed in their eyes. "Come on. You can't be serious."


But Bonez was done playing games. "That's it. Strip him boys." At that five men descended on the white man. Christopher felt their strong hands tugging and pulling on his clothes as the young men undressed him against his will. "Please no! Don't do this to me! Stop!" But his pleas did nothing to stop them. They pulled off his tie, shirt and shoes. They even pulled his socks off. Next they went for his pants. This took a little more work to pry them over his humorous ass cheeks but after some effort they had them removed too.


Christopher now stood in the middle of the bar surrounded by 15 black men wearing nothing but a very tiny white thong with small pink polka dots all over it. He place his hands over his groin to cover his package. The black men laughed at him. One called out, "Is that white bitch wearing panties." Two very muscular men grabbed his arms and pulled them behind his back so he could not move or conceal himself.


Bonez moved forward and ran a finger along the waistband of the thong, "Sexy. Now spin him around boys. Bend him over the bar so we can get a better look at his phat white ass."


Christopher struggled and pleaded to be let go as the spun him around. His massive cakes jiggled as he fought only driving the black men more crazy, "Look at white boys phatty jiggle.", called out one of the men.


"Dayum! That's booty is a work of art.", called out another.


Christopher was now bent over the bar, his huge thong clad rump on display for the drooling black men to ogle and enjoy. While part of him was aroused by all the attention his ass was getting he was now more fearful than ever of what they would do to him.


Bonez approached Christopher. Reaching out with both hands he grabbed hold of each over inflated cheek and began kneading it like a baker would dough. "Mmmmmm...white boy got a perfect ass. Just the right combination of muscle and fat to make it jiggle while still being firm." With that Bonez slapped Christopher square on his big rump to make it jiggle and emphasis his point.


It wasn't a hard slap but it was sudden and unwelcome. "Ouch!", cried Christopher. "Please don't spank me. I don't like it.",This he said looking back over his shoulder at Bonez. This caused his back to arch and his ample cheeks to push out farther.


Slapping his fanny again Boned mockingly said, "Oh, you don't like your fat ass spanked, white boy?". Another slap and more jiggling and rippling of his monster cheeks.


Christopher winched. "No."


"No what?", taunted Bonez with another slap and more jiggling.


"Ouch. No...sir?" Asked Christopher.


The thugs all laughed at him. Bonez was showing his dominance over the thong clad businessman. "That's right, white boy. From now on you call me sir. In fact you call me and all my boys sir. In fact you call all black men sir. You show us the respect we deserve." Another slap to the ass and more jiggling.


Christopher took a deep breath swallowing his discomfort. The light spanking didn't really hurt but he did not like it. "Yes, sir." Another roar of laughter rippled through the crowd.


Now Bonez was just rubbing and fondling the white man's cheeks. "Serious you guys gotta feel this big ass. Get over here and cop a feel. White boy don't mind. Do you, white boy?"


"No, sir.", replied Christopher and it was at least partly true. Yes he was still fearful of these men but his biggest fantasy had always been to be used by a group of young black thugs. In fact his favorite porno scene was a prison scene where a gang of black inmates accoste the muscular white prison guard who is watching the shower. They drag him in strip him naked and proceed to sexually degrade him. Christopher had imagined himself in the role of the guard many times. And now the fantasy was becoming a reality. True the reality was not exactly like the fantasy because Christopher was truly fearful of this gang of thugs but still he was also aroused.


Each of the men got behind Christopher and began openly feeling up his mega melons. He felt the rough hands of the strangers all over his huge cakes. They played with his ass like they owned it and had a right. He heard comments like "It doesn't look real", "White guys don't have asses that huge" & "I've never seen a booty jiggle so much."


One of the men called out, "Let's get him outta that thong. I wanna see how tight his hole is." Everyone seemed to loved this idea and all the men began pulling his thong off. Christopher protested as the tiny white and pink polka dot undergarment was pull from his body. His huge rump rippled and quivered as they removed the last stitch of clothing from his hot body.


One of the guys held the minuscule underwear in his hand. The strap that only seconds before had spent the past 18 hours wedged firmly between Christopher's colossal slabs of ass was damp with sweat from the deep dark crack of his creamy white ass. The thug pressed it to his nose inhaling deeply. The ripe scent of sweat and man ass permeated his nostrils and he let out a sigh of delighted and said, "You guys gotta smell this strap. It's so funky. Smells just like a man should."


"Give that shit here.", said G. He held it up to his face and took in the manly scent of the rotund rumped white man. "God dayum! That's one funky motha fuckin' thong. Bet with cheeks that phat white boys always sweatin' between then building up that pungent odor."


Then one of the men Christopher didn't know by name spoke, "You know it. Look at how damp that strap is with sweat."


Bonez took the thong from G and walked around to the other side of the bar bend low so that his face was level with the white businessman. He held the thong in his face saying, "Take a whiff of your ass, white boy." Christopher shook his head back and forth violently saying no but Bonez shoved it in his face saying, "That's nasty. Smell that sweaty strap you nasty ass mother fuckin' white cunt. Yeah you did that. Your big fuckin' ass made this tiny little thong so funky."


Christopher looked into Bonez eyes. Fear and lust mingled as he listened to the taunts. He couldn't believe the scent he was being forced to smell was coming from his own thong. Then Bonez pulled it away and the men began passing his thong around the crowd. He looked back over his shoulder and watched it amazement as Bonez, G, Tyrell & the others all took turns sniffing his thong.


This was his chance to escape thought Christopher. So as the men continued to pass his thong around he made a run for the door. His huge rump bounced up and down lewdly as he ran. He could feel the weight of his hefty cheeks. One of the guys called out, "White boys getting away." The men all charged at him knocking him to the ground face first. His huge rump quivered like two mounds of Jello as he hit the ground.


Tyrell headed straight for the door and locked it. By the time he made it back to the group Christopher had been pulled up onto his knees. Bonez held a fistful of his hair and was yelling, "That was not a smart move white boy. Now you need to be punished!"


Again fear shot through Christopher. What would his punishment be? He didn't have to wait long to find out. Bonez continued speaking, "Your gonna suck all of our cocks as punishment. And your gonna take all of a loads as a way of saying 'I'm sorry'. So pull out your cocks boys."


The businessman could not believe his ears. This was no punishment for him. He loved black cock. He would gladly suck each of them dry and come back for more. But maybe that was not the smartest thing to say. If they knew he was enjoying his "punishment" they might come up with something else so he decided to play along acting like he didn't want to do it.


"No!!!", wailed Christopher As he watched the hot young twenty something year old men pull out their dicks. They were all hung like horses. They were all a foot in length minimum. Christopher started to lick his lips in anticipation then caught himself and stopped. "Please don't make me suck all of your big black cocks. Your all so big. I'll never be able the fit you each in my mouth. There's no way my mouth could even stretch that wide." The men all laughed hearing Christopher plead for mercy.


Bonez slapped the back of his head, "Shut the fuck up, white boy. Now crawl over to Ray Ray and take that fat black dick down your white pussy boy throat."


Looking up at Bonez Christopher asked, "Crawl?"


Again Bonez slapped him in the back of the head. "Did I fuckin' stutter, bitch. Yeah I said crawl. You crawl to Ray Ray and then when he's done with your mouth you crawl on down the line till you have services each of my boys."


Submissively Christopher replied, "Yes, sir", and began slowly crawling across the dirty bar floor to Ray Ray. He arched his back and pushed his huge cheeks back as much as he could giving the men a good show. His plump bottom jiggled. Once again he heard comments on his super sized butt like, "It's shaped like a heart." "White boy look a chick with a booty so big." "That phatty is begging for my monster cock."


Christopher now knelt before Ray Ray. Ray Ray was very dark skinned with dreadlocks and a mean look in his eyes. His cock was about 13" by Christopher's guess. He continued to play the part of the innocent white boy saying, "Please, sir, don't make me suck your huge black cock. I've never sucked black dick before and it's just so big." This of course was a lie.


Ray Ray didn't speak he just grabbed a handful of the white mans hair and pulled. When Christopher opened his mouth to yell Ray Ray rammed his fat black monster down his throat. While shocked by the sudden invasion Christopher wasn't as scared anymore as lust was starting to take over completely. He looked up into Ray Ray's eyes as the black man forced his cock down his throat. He was not only long but thick. Christopher felt his mouth stretch to a point he never thought it could. He tried to pull back for air but Ray Ray held him down on his cock saying, "Don't stop. Keep sucking it you fucking white whore!"


Christopher's eyes began to water as he looked up into Ray Ray's angry face. He started to gag on the cock that was buried deep in his throat. Saliva and drool poured from the corners of his mouth and dripped from his chin to the filthy floor below. The men watching loved the show the two were giving them. They shouted encouragement to Ray Ray like "That's it gag that white fucker. Put him in his place. Show him who's in charge." To Christopher they shouted taunts and insults like, "Gag on that black cock you fucking white bitch! That's all your good for white boy servicing black cock."


A couple of the guys got down on their knees right next to Christopher and started shouting in his face as he slurped and gag on the fat dark meat. The one guy said "Choke on it! I wanna hear you choke on that huge black cock." Christopher's mouth was overflowing with black cock, his eyes watering and filled with discomfort. He looked sideways at his tormentor unable to speak. Then the second guy on his right started saying, "That's it your nothing but a cum bucket for black jizz. You love servicing black cock don't you?" Christopher looked at his with a sideways glance as well shaking his head no but secretly loving every moment.


Then Ray Ray called out, "I'm gonna cum." With that he grabbed the white man by the back of the head and impaled him balls deep in his prick. Christopher gagged and chocked. Saliva poured out his mouth. He began swallowing trying to take the whole load but he couldn't get it all. Ray Ray was cumming fast and a lot. Cum poured out the corners of his mouth as well and hit the floor. Finally Ray Rat stopped cumming and let go of his head and Christopher collapsed on the floor.


But there was to be no break as one of the men grabbed him by the hair and shouted, "You made a mess on the floor. Now lick it up." He pushed the businessman's face into the pile of jizz on the floor forcing him to clean up the mess. Christopher kicked the sticky fluid up off the dirty floor and swallowed. He was then made to crawl to the next black cock on his hands and knees to service it.


This went on for a couple of hours until all 15 men had been orally serviced. Most shot down his throat but a few thought it would be funny to shoot on his face coating it in cum. Each time someone nutted on his face he was forbidden from washing it off. He had to leave it there and just crawl on to the next cock.


Then from no where someone called out. "I still wanna see that white boys pink hole."


"That's right", said Bonez. "We were about to spread that lard ass just before you tried to escape." He pulled Christopher to his feet and said, "Now how can we be sure you won't run away again?"


Someone called out, "Tie him up."


Bonez seemed to like this as an evil grin crossed his face. He bent down picking up the discarded white and pink polka dotted thong. He pulled Christopher's arms behind his back and began to tie his wrists together with his own thong.


"No!", pleaded Christopher but his pleas were ignored.


"Now it won't be so easy for you to run away, white boy."


"Please untie me.", begged Christopher. "I promise I'll be good."


"No deal.", said Bonez as he bent Christopher over the pool table. His legs were spread wide and his plump juicy apple bottom was once again on display. The thong cut into the white mans wrists.


Bonez grabbed hold of Christopher's monster cheeks and spread them wide but each cheek was so large he had a difficult time keeping them apart. The left cheek slipped from his grip and slapped into the right causing both to jiggle at the leering black thugs. "Get over here, Tyrell and help me spread this white boys phat ass."


Tyrell stepped forward and grabbed the big left cheek while Bonez grabbed the right. Christopher struggled to trying to get comfortable with his face pressed against the pool table and his wrists bound with his tiny little thong as the two strangers pried his big buns apart. As they parted his tight pink button came into view. The thugs ooooed and aaahhhhed at the sight. Ray Ray stepped forward first and dropped to his knees saying, "I gotta taste me some of that fine white ass."


Christopher loved the idea of being rimmed but again didn't want the others to know this so he said, "No! Please I beg you. Don't let him eat out my fat white ass. Please no!!!"


Bonez laughed and replied, "Too bad, white boy. We are in charge and Ray Ray is gonna eat you out like the cheap whore you are. In fact we're all gonna eat you out."


"Nnnooo!",wailed the businessman while smiling to himself.


Ray Ray buried his face deep between Christopher's huge cheeks and motor boated them. The other guys laughed at this as Christopher's mounds quivered around the young thugs face. Tyrell & Bonez kept a firm grip on his mega posterior and fondled it as Ray Ray feasted on his big butt.


Next up was Slim who gave Christopher a good hard tongue fucking. He'd ram his tongue deep inside the more mature white man and then pull out. He did this over and over causing more than one whimper of ecstasy from Christopher.


On and on this went until each man had taken his turn rimming the huge ass of the bound white businessman. Everyone that is except for Bonez. But now it was his turn. He grabbed Christopher by the hair and pulled him so he was standing upright. Bonez then laid back on the pool table saying, "I want you to feed me that huge white ass. Climb up on this table and ride my face, fucker."


"Yes, sir.", said Christopher as he climbed up on the pool table. It took some work as his hands were still bound behind him. He now stood over Bonez and slowly started to lower himself into the aggressive black man's face. The lower he got the wider his cheeks spread. Bonez stuck out his tongue and made contact. His tongue grazed the tiny pink balloon knot. Christopher clenched but continued to lower himself. Bonez worked his tongue in and Christopher started riding his face.


Up and down Christopher bounced. His huge mountains of ass quivering like there was an earthquake. Bonez reached up and began feeling up his humongous cheeks. Christopher was fully hard at this point. His 6" dick bounced up and down as he rode. But no one seemed to care about the size of his cock because what he lacked in penis size he more than made up for in ass size. And that was the main focus tonight.


Bonez slapped his ass and said "Get off me, white boy." Bonez slid out from underneath him and got back in his feet. He ordered Christopher off the pool table and said, "Now get up on that bar on all fours so we can all fuck you. And don't even act like you don't want us all in your big white ass. Your fucking little white prick is hard and dripping precum."


Christopher looked down at his own cock and realized this was true. It was quit obvious he was enjoying this. There was no point in denying it so instead he said, "But sir I can't get on all fours with my hands tied."


With that Bonez reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade. Christopher backed up. This is what he had feared earlier in the night. Some sort of physical harm. And he couldn't even defend himself with his hands bound. Bonez came at him with the knife. He grabbed Christopher, spun him around and cut the small white and pink polka dot thong from his wrists. He then slapped his huge rump and said, "Now on the bar on all fours, White boy!"


Christopher sighed a sigh of relief as he climbed up on the bar and took his position on all fours. His smooth white booty was aimed skyward. All the thugs lined up for their turn inside that massive ass. The first guy got on the bar behind him and aimed his 12 1/2" monster at Christopher's anus saying "Baby, here I come. Get ready for my monster dick!"


Still playing the part of the "innocent victim" Christopher looked back over his shoulder and said, "Oh please, sir, don't stick your big black cock in me. I've never had a black cock in my ass before and your so big. You're all so big. And while I know my white ass is massive my hole isn't. It's so tight and small I'm afraid you won't be able to get all that fat cock in me. And if you do you'll stretch me out. Please don't fuck me, sir."


This of course was a lie. Christopher had taken many big black cocks in his life. But the pleading had the effect he want. He wanted a good hard merciless fuck and that's what he got as the thug forced his baby maker in hard and fast. Christopher threw his head back in pain and cried out. This got applause and cheers from the other men waiting their turn.


Christopher looked out into the crowd, his face contorted with pain. He looked into the eyes of each of the men and saw anger. That's when it finally registered these men did not just want to fuck his big white ass or watch as their buddies fucked him. Their goal was to cause him as much pain and discomfort as possible. They were getting off on showing their dominance over his big white ass. They were determined to put him him his place and punish him for having a gigantic white ass and being in the wrong place at the wrong time. They wanted to degrade and use him.


But what this group if 15 aggressive thugs didn't realize was that was what Christopher wanted as well. He didn't consider it degrading. He found it very erotic to be used without mercy by a group of big black cocks. He was getting off on being at their mercy. At being used as nothing more than a cum dump. As he continued to scan the crowd he realized it was hate he saw in their eyes. That's what this was, a group hate fuck. And that was fine with him because he didn't want them to make love to him, he wanted them to pound him without mercy. And that was what he was about to get.


One by one the men took turns slamming their huge black members into his jumbo white ass. Sometimes it was difficult and Christopher wasn't sure he could take it and truly would scream out in pain or pound his fists into the bar. But even then he wanted it. He could actually feel his cheeks jiggling as he got pounded.


Again as he listened he heard conversation and comments from the crowd. Things like, "When you fuck him it's gonna be the best fuck of your life." or "Dayum, look at that shit jiggle as he's pounding him" But the comments weren't limited to the crowd watching. Some of the guys made comments as they fucked him as well. One guy said, "Baby I've got a monster cock for this monster ass. Dayum!!!"


The brutal ass pounding went on for hours. Christopher was fucked by each man once and most twice. Several even came back a third time. He was rammed doggy style on the bar. Then standing. Followed by bent over the bar. Then on his back on the pool table. He was made to ride cock. And more than once as one guy pounded him another inserted their cock in his mouth.


Many of the men came up his fat ass to the point that it was just pouring from his. Some came on his ass some on his face some on his body. They just came wherever they wanted. In the end he was not only filled with jizz from both ends but coated with it as well.


Once everyone was done with him Christopher found himself laying on the floor in a heap, sexually satisfied but spent. Bonez gathered  up his belongs and threw then at him saying, "Now get the fuck out, white boy! I hope this taught you a lesson about going where you're not wanted and don't belong."


Christopher gathered up his clothes and shoes in his arms. Without even trying to dress he headed for the door saying, "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I'm sorry, sir." Cum dripped from his ass hole as well as from his huge bouncing cheeks as he made his way to the door. Tyrell unlocked it with his key and gave him one last hard crack on his humongous booty causing it to quiver and jiggle.


Christopher pulled the door open and was shocked as the bright morning sun assaulted his eyes. How long has he been in the bar? He hurried to his car naked, his ample rump wobbling with each step. There was still no one around. Once inside the car he started it up and looked at the clock. The glowing display read 7:23 AM. He had spent over ten hours in the bar being sexually assaulted by the group of strangers.


He pulled his pants and shirt on quickly and began to back out of his spot. He noticed that the GPS seemed to be working again so he obeyed the electronic voice as it guided him back to the hotel.


As he drove along he thought about the events of the night before. Certainly he had been frightened at times, especially at the beginning of the evening but he had been more aroused than anything. Who would have ever thought that his wildest and most depraved sexual fantasy would become a reality at a little rundown bar somewhere on a deserted stretch of road in Detroit? It was at that point he began to mentally plan his next vacation. The destination? Why Detroit of course.


The End