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
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
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
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
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
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
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