Lance & His Stepdad: Morning Wood Part 2

by BubbleButtLuvr 

The rest of Lance’s first day home went pretty much the same with Lloyd, now naked except for his black nylon dress socks and sock garters, going about his afternoon and evening activities acting as if it was completely normal to be in this state in front of his stepson. And Lance’s mom, Gloria, seemed as oblivious as her new husband. But as odd as this all was Lance was enjoying the show his new stepdad was putting on. As Lance drifted off to sleep that night all he could think about was Lloyd’s naked 6’7” frame. And he had pleasant dreams indeed. 

The next morning Lance was the first to arise. He was in the kitchen in his bathrobe eating a bowl of cornflakes at the counter when he heard some movement from upstairs. A few minutes later he heard foot steps on the stairs and then Lloyd appeared as naked as ever. He had a bad case of bed head but this was not what Lance took note of. It was Lloyd’s morning wood that made the 19 year old choke and spit cornflakes and milk onto the counter. 

Lloyd rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he yawned opening his mouth wide. Then he scratched his head as he leaned back and stretched. When he did his huge smooth ball sack ascended and his completely hard prick bobbed up and down. 

Lance’s mouth hung slack at the sight, milk dripping from it. It it was impressive limp it was ridiculous hard. He had to be over a foot. Lance gauged him to be about 13” and the weight of it seemed to pull it down. 

“Morning, son.”, said Lloyd as he entered the room and passed Lance tussling his hair.

‘WTF???’ was all Lance could think as he tried to find his voice. “Good morning Professor Tuttle.”

Lloyd turned quickly to face his stepson. His rock hard prick smacked into Lance’s bowl of cereal pushing it to the end of the counter. It teetered on the edge but Lance caught it in time and pushed it back. He couldn’t believe how much power the man’s cock had to push his bowl like that from just a tap. As always Lloyd was oblivious that anything had happen. He just said, “Aaaahhh aaahhhh aaahhh...now what did I tell you about that professor stuff. We are family. You call me dad.”

Lance knew it was rude to stare and certainly more so to stare at his stepfathers hard cock but He couldn’t help himself. He spoke but directed his words to the professors dick. “I’m sorry sir. I mean good morning dad.”

Of course Lloyd was oblivious to all of this and just smiled saying, “That’s better, son.” He then turned and made his way to the refrigerator. His round oversized bottom bounced up and down as he did. He opened the refrigerator and began looking on the top shelf for something that he could not find. Then he bent slightly looking on the middle shelf. His plump bottom pushed further out. Then he bent over further to search the lowest shelf pushing his monumental rump out even more. 

As he rooted around in the refrigerator searching he wiggled his wide round buns. It was as if this process helped him think as he searched and in reality it did. It was all completely innocent and normal to the professor but what Lance saw was his naked stepfather wiggling his enormous bottom lewdly making it bounce up and down in a private butt show only he was privy to. The teen was hypnotized. 

Finally Lloyd straightened and looked at Lance. “Do we have any more milk?”

Again Lance searched for his voice, which came out in a squeak. “Sorry, I put it in the door.”

“No worries.”, said his new father as he grabbed it from the door and set it on the counter next to the refrigerator. “Did you bring in the morning paper?”

Lance shook his head no. “I didn’t realize you subscribed. I didn’t realize anyone still subscribed.”

“Oh, yes!”, exclaimed Lloyd. “There is something about print that I love. An electronic reading device is just not the same.”

“Oh.”, said Lance. “I’ll go get it.”

But before he could rise Lloyd said, “No worries I’ll go out and get it.” as he made his way to the front door, naked, with his morning wood bobbing up and down wildly and his round curvy rump bouncing up and down. 

From his seat Lance leaned forward and saw his stepdad open the door and boldly walk outside as if were normal to go outside naked with a full on 13” erection. 

‘I’m not missing this.’, thought the teen as he grabbed his bowl of cereal and raced to the picture window next to the front door. 

Lance’s eyes were glued to the window as he watched his new father take the two steps down from the small front porch. He could see the paper all the way at the end of the drive on the ground below the mailbox. He marveled at the way the professors ass rippled and jiggled like mounds of jello as he just walked. And not for the first time since yesterday he wondered what it would be like to have his step father sitting on his facing bouncing up and down as he drove his tongue deep up his straight fuck chute, those cheeks bouncing all over his face.

To the right Lance saw old Mrs. Spencer in her yard. He noticed she was looking at her watch and holding a bag of trash in one hands. When she saw Lloyd she began walking toward the end of her drive as if she had not been standing motionless just a moment before. 

Through the window he watched as he took a spoonful of cereal. She waved at Lloyd. He could hear her speaking“Good morning Professor Tuttle. Lovely day.”

“Yes, Mrs. Spencer it is.”, replied Lloyd stopping and taking in a deep breath of the morning air. 

Lance could not help but notice that like him old Mrs. Spencer had not taken her eyes of his stepdads 13” of cock. Then he realized what was going on. She had been standing in her yard waiting for Lloyd. That’s why she was looking at her watch and started forward when he appeared. He realized that this must be a daily occurrence and one the spinster thoroughly enjoyed. The teen laughed as he said out loud “You go, Mrs. S.” He then took another spoonful of cornflakes as the show outside continued. 

Back outside Lloyd was bending over and picking up the paper. His knees were perfectly straight as he bent at the waist. His acres of ass thrust out in the direction of Mrs. Spencer, who was fanning herself with her hand and licking her lips. 

Again Lance laughed out loud. He’d never have expected it of her. But hey everyone had needs, right?

Lloyd said goodbye to her and she deposited her trash in the can as she watched him walk back up the drive. To the left was Mr. Charles our in his yard walking his dog. The man was about Lloyd’s age and was clearly not enjoying Lloyd’s nudity the way Mrs. Spencer had. In fact from the look in his face that seemed to say ‘Here we go again’ Lance felt even more certain that this was a daily occurrence. 

Mr. Charles tried to pretend he did not see the professor headed his way. He bent down to clean up after his dog hoping Lloyd would keep walking but no such luck. He looked up to see Lloyd’s hard throbbing 13” less that an inch from his face. His lips curled in disgust as he pulled his head back but as always Lloyd did not pick up on social cues so he moved a step forward. His enormous dong grazed the lower lip of Mr. Charles. 

Mr. Charles eyes grew wide with shock but Lloyd just looked down at him and smiled a big smile. “Good morning. Lovely day.”

Mr. Charles just dropped the baggy of dog doo and made his way to his front door without a word. But still Lloyd picked up on none of it. He just continue to smile like a fool as he came back toward the front door with his his sack swinging between his thick thighs as his dong bobbed up and down rhythmically in front.

Lance raced back to the kitchen and resumed his seat at the counter. Lloyd came in, shut the front door and dropped the paper on the dining room table before entering the kitchen. “The neighbors are so nice.”, he stated without a clue as to how annoyed Mr. Charles was with him. 

Lloyd grabbed a cereal bowl from the cabinet above the sink and set it on the counter next his new son. “Now don’t tell your mother. She doesn’t like me having sugared cereals but  Fruity Pebbles is my one vice.” Then once again with no spacial awareness he stood two inches from Lance and opened the cabinet above the counter in which he sat. 

Lance looked to the left and got an eyeful of hard daddy dick. It was almost eye level. He wanted to open his mouth wide and see how much he could get him. He wanted his stepdad to gag him with that dick of death. But he knew that would be too much even for his clueless stepfather so instead he just watched it bob up and down. 

“I hide it far in the back so your mother won’t find it.”, said the professor. He moved forward a step and got up on his tip toes as he continued looking through the cabinet. Now his oversized piece was eye level with Lance. As the older man moved it bobbed up and down and bounced off the tip of the younger man’s nose over and over. But Lloyd seemed oblivious to this. 

Realizing this Lance got bold. Lloyd’s head was buried in the cupboard. Lance knew deep throating the man may be too much. But he seemed clueless that his schlong was bouncing off his son’s face. So Lance leaned back slightly and tilted his head back. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. Now when the professors cock bobbed up and down instead of hitting the end of his nose it was hitting the tip of his tongue. 

God it tasted amazing! Lance had been hard from the moment his stepdad walked in with his throbbing boner bouncing around but now he honestly felt like his prick was gonna rip free from the thin white cotton briefs he wore under his robe. How could his stepfather not feel his dick bouncing off his tongue? But then he did seem rather clueless to everything.

All of a sudden Lloyd pulled his head from inside the cabinet. Lance closed his mouth quickly and looked straight ahead. Lloyd was mumbling to himself, “I thought it was in there. Maybe I put it on the other side.” 

The professor turned quickly and with great forced his pulsing cock slapped his stepson across the face. Lance had to stifle a yelp as he raised his hand to rub his cheek. He could not believe how much it hurt. ‘Damn step daddy has a powerful cock’ thought the teen as he allowed himself a moment to day dream about his new dad whipping him across the face repeatedly with his veiny member. Fuck he’d love to be cock whipped by his sexy clueless stepdad!

But Lance was pulled from his day dream at the speed of light when Lloyd, again on his tip toes, stuck his head inside the other cabinet. This time his elephantine rump was practically up against Lance’s face. The teen gulped at the sight as he noted even as the older man stood still his extra heavy cheeks still seemed to be quivering from his recent movement as if by their own force. 

Then like before Lloyd leaned into the cabinet and started rooting around shoving his globular rump right into Lance’s eager waiting face. Lance just let it happen and rubbed his face all over his new father’s ridiculously large rump. But the man seemed not to notice. Then as he did when he was concentrating on finding the milk he started to sort of wiggle his bare booty back and forth. Lance pulled back slightly to get a good view of the gelatinous mounds quivering and jiggling. 

“Here it is!”, cried Lloyd grabbing the box from the shelf and taking two steps back.  

It all happened so fast that Lance didn’t have a chance to react or move. His nose was aimed dead center at the professors ass crack. As the professor moved back his crack made contact with Lance’s face and as if of their own accord his ample cheeks parted and seemed to suck in the teens entire head so that it was swallowed whole by the huge hungry ass. 

This time Lloyd did feel something as Lance‘a nose brushed up against his  sensitive rosebud. The teen could feel his new fathers over stuffed cheeks jiggle and ripple all over his face. But he was not complaining. In fact by this time the front of his white Calvin Klein briefs were drench in precum.

Lloyd jump forward slightly. There was an actual popping sound as Lance’s face burst free. Professor Tuttle turned quickly to face his new step son and as he did his gargantuan butt slapped him across the face and then as he completed his turn so did his still rock hard dong. Again Lance was in no way complaining. 

“My God!”, wailed Lloyd I’m so sorry son. At that point he took a step back and his meat pillows knock the milk from the counter and to to floor with so much force the cardboard cartoon exploded as it hit the ground and milk began to flow. 

Stunned by the whole thing Lance said, “Please don’t worry. It was an accident. All is good.” And it really was. But he couldn’t tell his new step daddy he’d like him to do it again. 

Seeing the milk start to run Lloyd dropped to his all fours on the kitchen floor. Lance’s eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped seeing his step dad in the doggy position with his legged spread wide. His cheeks parted ever so slightly and his huge smooth ball sack swung back and force like a pendulum on an X rated clock.

“Paper towels, son! Hand me the entire roll. And step back so you don’t track milk everywhere.”

Wordlessly Lance obeyed handing the older man the roll of paper towels then stepping back to watch the show. Lloyd began unrolling the paper towels then he’d start sopping up the milk in wide broad strokes. He’d push the paper towels in his hands out far in front of him pushing his humongous backside out causing his thick thighs to spread wide and his muscular back to arch. Lance watched in anticipation hoping those slabs of ass fat wound spread exposing his tiny little ballon knot but they were so large that even with his legs spread so wide apart his most private part remained private. 

Lloyd then began crawling forward slowly on his hands and knees taking great care to soak up the cold white liquid from the kitchen floor. His blubber buns wobbled as he did so and with his legs spread so wide his hairless low hanging sack actually dragged across the floor and through the milk. Lance bit his lower lip as he watched this. 

On and on Lloyd unrolled dry paper towels and continued to sop up the milk. Once he thought he had it all up he did on finally inspection crawling slowly and methodically around the kitchen on all fours. In his mind there was nothing more to his actions than cleaning up the mess he’d made but to the outside observer it came across as something more erotic. He looked like a slut in heat crawling around with his gigantic derrière bouncing up and down as he slowly crawled with his legs spread and back arched as he stuck his head under every surface. 

Finally he decided he’d got it all up. He straightened to his full 6’7” and took a look down at himself. His morning wood was still throbbing but he had no reaction to this. To Lloyd this was normal. But then he saw the milk dripping from his big ball sack and said, “Fuck I got milk on my balls. Will you run a wet mop over the kitchen floor while I get a quick shower?”

Lance was in such a state of arousal he couldn’t speak. He was afraid that if he did even this slight movement would cause his cock to erupt in his tighty whities so instead he just nodded ‘yes’.

At that his stepdad took off in a jog. His super sized butt jiggling lewdly as he did. This was all it took Lance could hold back no more. As he stood there in the kitchen in just his briefs and bathrobe his cock finally did erupt hands free right inside his Calvins as he watched the professors whale butt wobble and his heavy low hangers swing between his thick thighs. And as he did he smiled openly as he thought to himself, ‘This is gonna be one interesting Summer.’

The End

Brad: Spanked For Sneaking In Pt 17

by BubbleButtLuvr

Nineteen year old Brad Tomkins had been working at Luke's Hideaway for several
week when without warning the University put a curfew into effect. It seemed
that there were vandals on campus and to but an end to their late night
shenanigans the Dean had put a midnight curfew in place, no exceptions.
Therefore, Brad would have to quit his job at Luke's since the bar stayed open
till 3:00. However, the money was good and easy. All Brad had to do was shake
his abnormally large ass in the faces of drooling gay men and they threw money
at him. And though Brad was straight he did not care who drooled over his larger
than life rump. He loved showing off and he loved the money he was making so
there was no way he was quitting.


Brad shared a dorm room with his best friend, Grant. In fact it was sort of
Grant's idea that Brad take the job at Luke's. When Brad was looking for a job
it was Grant who found the add looking for male dancers and joked that Brad
should apply. What Brad didn't know was that Grant was not joking and had been
to the bar several times to watch his buddy shake his big can. Brad told Grant
he was working as a bar back and was unaware that Grant knew the truth.

At any rate Brad and Grant were roommates and Brad knew that if he broke curfew
Grant would keep his secret. Their dorm room was at basement level so that when
you looked out the window you were looking up. Brad would climb in onto a desk
chair that he would place in front of the window every night.

What Brad did not know was that for the past three nights the dorm supervisor,
Mr. Marshall, had been performing surprise room inspections. Each night it was
well after 1:00 and Grant was asleep so even he did not know that these
inspections were taking place. One the forth night when Mr. Marshall arrived and
found no Brad he awoke Grant and began to question him letting him know that
this was the forth night in a row Brad was not present.


Grant didn't want to tell on his buddy but there wasn't much he could do Brad
was not here and Mr. Marshall knew that he hadn't been present four nights in a
row. Still he didn't want to blow Brad's secret completely so he let Mr.
Marshall believe Brad was working as a bar back like Brad had told him.

Mr Marshall looked down at Grant laying in bed and said, "I'm very disappointed
in you. You should have come to me the first night Brad broke curfew. You could
be in some trouble as well for withholding information, young man"

Shocked Grant spoke, "I'm sorry sir, but how could I tell on my best friend? And
he wasn't hurting anyone so I figured what was the big deal?"

Mr. Marshall told Grant to go back to sleep and that they would discuss it
further in the morning. He was going to wait for Brad's return. Then Mr.
Marshall turned off the lights and took the desk chair Brad had placed under the window
so that his return would not be quite so smooth. He then set the chair next to
the light switch, which was next to the door, and took a seat.

Grant wanted to warn Brad but his phone was on the desk and he could not reach
it without being obvious. All he could do was wait with Mr. Marshall. Time went
by and Grant fell back to sleep and Mr. Marshall nodded off as well in the
chair.


The quiet of the night was shattered by the sound of window being opened. Brad
was back and Mr. Marshall was gonna bust him. He waited patiently as he saw the
outline of a leg come trough the window in the darkness. Brad stretched his leg
using his foot to feel for the chair but he couldn't find it. He stretched his
leg further. There was a loud RRRRRIIIIIPPPPP followed by the sound of Brad's
voice saying, "Fuck! Not again.", as his pants suffered a major blow out. The
entire back seam burst open as his large milky white bottom exploded out the
back. Having just gotten done dancing at Luke's he was still in his thong, which
was a shocking hot pink with large black polka dots splashed all over it.


He swung his other leg in so that his head was outside but his full plump ass
was inside. Mr. Marshal switched on the light and he and Grant were treated to the sight of Brad's big naughty rump hanging in the window. His tiny thong disappearing between his oh so round mounds of flesh.

This was the first time Mr. Marshall had ever seen Bead's huge posterior bare
but he had fantasized about it many times. Now seeing it here like this for the
first time he had to admit he was not disappointed with what he saw. The teens
ass was every bit as hot as it was in his fantasies.


Grant on the other hand had seen Brad's big lard ass bare many times. The two
had grown up together. There had been sleep overs, camp, gym class's and now
they were roommates. So Grant was no stranger to this sight but he never tired
of it. He loved the skimpy bikini briefs and thongs Brad wore. Even in high
school Brad wore these scant undergarments.

Grant remembered the other guys in the locker room teasing Brad about his tiny
flashy "panties", as they jokingly referred to them. But it never seemed to
bother Brad. Grant always sort of got the impression that Brad enjoyed the
attention in some strange way.

One time Grant remembered asking Brad why he wore the kind of underwear he did,
especially the thongs. Brad's answer was simple. He had always had a larger than
average butt and once he started working out in high school to build his body
even bigger for wrestling his rump got even bigger as did his thighs.
Traditional boxers dug into his thighs uncomfortably and tightie whities tended
to cut into his ample cheeks. However, most bikini briefs were much more
stretchy with larger high cut leg bands so they were more comfortable. And
thongs gave even more room. And as Brad said, "Once you get used to having
something between your ass checks they are downright comfortable." Grant though
of all this as he watched Brad wiggle his plump bottom in the window. Fuck he
loved how it jiggled.


"Are you gonna fuckin' help me out here or what, Grant!?", barked Brad.

Grant looked to Mr. Marshall who motioned for him to stay in bed. Mr. Marshall
stood behind Brad, his face close to the teens over sized ass melons. So,
close in fact that Brad felt the warm breath on his rump. Mr. Marshall reached
up and grabbed Brad's waist allowing his hands to feel up the young man's plump
bottom as he did so. He pulled Brad in and Brad landed on both feet asking,
"Why'd you move my chair, Grant?" He then spun around and came face to face with

Mr. Marshall. "Mr. Marshall what are you doing here?"

"I'll ask the questions, Brad. What are you doing sneaking in so late? And
before you answer I should mention this is the forth night in a row I've have
checked on you and found out you have broken curfew. Also, Grant told me about
your job as a bar back."

Brad shot Grant a look over his shoulder. Grant spoke up, "Sorry man. I didn't
even know he had been here before tonight. When he confronted me I didn't know
what else to say."

"It's cool.", said Brad to Grant. Then to Mr. Marshall he said, "It appears you
know the truth. I don't know what to say. I'm sorry, sir,"

Mr. Marshall gave Brad a stern look, "Bradley I'm sure that you are aware that
breaking curfew three times is grounds for being kicked out. You have broken
curfew four times, that I know of. I suspect the number is much greater. I could
have you kicked out right now."

"Please Mr. Marshall.", pleaded Brad. "My dad will be so pissed. I can't be
kicked out. There has to be another way to handle this."

The dorm monitor liked the position he had the large bottomed young man in. "I
should kick you out and let your father deal with you. If you were my son I
would put your big butt over my lap and spank it red."

Grant audibly gasped at the sound of this. And Brad smiled to himself. Once
again he would be able to use his full round bottom to get himself out of
trouble. He had allowed many men over the years to spank his ample bottom to
avoid trouble. But there was an odd twist here. His best friend was less than five feet away. That might be weird. Especially since every time he got spanked he got hard. And then most times ended up ejaculating. He couldn't have Grant
see him like this. But he couldn't get expelled either.

As Brad pondered this Mr. Marshall spoke, "I suppose if you were to submit to
some corporal punishment you would be receiving punishment for your misdeeds and
I could see my way fit not to turn in the demerits."Grant gasped once again at hearing this. And his dick twitched under the covers
in his tightie whities.


Brad thought fast, "Yes, sir. I think that is more than fair. I'll stop by your
office before my first class."

"No!", said Mr. Marshall. "You will submit to a spanking on your full rump now
or I will see that you are expelled."

"But sir. Grant is here."

"Not my problem. You should have thought of that sooner. Maybe the extra
humiliation of having your buddy see your big bottomed spanked will help drive
home the point. It may even help keep him in line. The choice is yours Brad.
Strip to your underwear and get of my lap or start packing." With that he pulled
the desk chair to the middle of the room and sat down.

Brad looked from the dorm monitor to his best friend and then back again. He was
clearly nervous while Grant was clearly excited. Brad locked eyes with Mr.
Marshall saying, "I'll take the spanking, sir," he them began to disrobe kicking
off his shoes and pulling off his T-shirt. He then undid his ripped pants
letting the fall to the floor. He stepped in front of Mr. Marshall, his large
polka dotted package in the older man's face. Grant watched with great interest
as his buddy climbed onto the dorm supervisors lap. Brad looked at Grant over
his shoulder and Grant looked back. They locked eyes then Brad turned his head
forward as Mr. Marshall brought his hand down.

Brad's large booty was facing Grant. Grant got a good look of his friend's big
bottom jiggling lewdly. He could not believe that he was witnessing Brad's lard
ass get spanked. And by another man. Fuck he was horny. His hard cock throbbed
in his briefs and he was glad for the covers to conceal his boner.

Mr. Marshal took the time to rub Brad's ample rump after the first slap.
'Pervert' thought Brad as he felt his dorm supervisor feel him up. CRACK! Came
the second blow. Brad's large buttocks rippled like waves on a lake.


Grant loved the way the thin strap of Brad's teeny thong disappeared between his
acres of ass flesh. He licked his lips with anticipation. Then Mr. Marshall let
loose.


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

With rapid fire he let loose of Brad's poor beefy ass and kept going, showing no
mercy. Brad started kicking his legs. The stinging was intense in his well
padded derriere and although he was kicking it wa a good pain. Once again Grant
let out an audible gasp. As Brad kicked his legs spread and his full fanny
parted. Grant could see right between his cheeks. He could see the hot pink and
black polka dot stripped material trail down his friend's crack. The only thing
that stood between Grant and Brad's tight straight virgin ass hole was that
strap. Grant wanted to pull it aside and make love to Brad's balloon knot with
his tongue.

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

The spanking continued and Brad's cock began to swell. As much as he tried to fight it the pain hurt so good. His balls ached and his cock was rigid. He tried
thinking of other things. It was bad enough his best friend was seeing him like
this. What would Grant say if Brad came in front of him. He'd probably think he
was gay. How could he explain it.


The spanking continued and then Mr. Marshall stopped without warning. He looked
over at Grant and said, "Go get me the hairbrush off the dresser."

Panic filled Grant. He couldn't get out of bed. If he did his erection would be
visible. "Me, sir?", he asked.

Irritably Mr. Marshall replied, "Well I don't see anybody else here!"

Grant gulped. He would have to do it but how could he hide his arousal? He got
out of bed and sort of shuffled sideways to the dresser. He grabbed the brush and
using his left and to hide his bulging manhood handed the brush to Mr. Marshall.
But Mr. Marshall took note that something was not right and spoke up. "What are
you trying to hide Grant?"

Grant stopped dead in His tracks and blushed. "Nothing, sir."

"Then place your hands at your sides and let me see for myself."

"Do I have to Mr. Marshal?"

"Yes, you have to. Hands at your sides Grant."

Grant took a deep breath. He could feel his face burn hot and knew it was
glowing red with shame but he obeyed slowly lower both hands to his sides. His
fat throbbing erection was clearly visible through the thin white cotton of his
tight white briefs.

"Do you have an erection, young man?!," barked Mr. Marshall.

Brad was still draped across the lap of the twisted dorm supervisor, his full
pink ass aimed skyward. His head spun around fast to see his friend's large
boner. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, Grant really was aroused. That's
when it hit him 'Grant must be gay'. He'd never thought about it before, at
least not on a conscious level, but at the same time he was not surprised. He
thought back to different situations over the years and it all made sense.

Never would Brad have thought of Grant as another man who wanted his big bulbous
ass but here he stood cock pulsating so obviously he did.

"I asked you a question, Grant. Do you have an erection?", repeated Mr.
Marshall.

Grant swallowed hard, "Yes, sir, I guess I do."

"What has you so worked up boi? Is it seeing your buddies big ass bare? Or maybe
it's the fact that I'm spanking it? Do you like the way it jiggles when I smack
it?" And with that he brought his hand down on Brad's big pink rump.

It was as if Grant were hypnotized watching Brad's colossal buns vibrate under
the older man's touch. He just stood there eye's glue to his best friend
bouncing butt nodding his head and whispering a soft 'yes'.

"Well", said the dorm supervisor, "This adds a whole new dimension to things.
Remove your briefs."

Confused Grant asked, "Remove my briefs, sir?"

"Did I fucking stutter remove your briefs!"

Seeing that Mr. Marshall meant business Grant lowered his briefs quickly and
stepped from them. He now stood before no only his dorm supervisor but also his
best friend completely naked and aroused. His secret was out. He was gay and now
Brad knew.

Brad's head was still turned toward Grant watching the show. But Brad being Brad all he could think was 'Fuck look at how much he wants my big ass. He's dripping precum.' and it was true precum dripped from the tip of Grants dong as he stood
there exposed in every way possible. His cock twitched involuntarily under the
watchful eye of the two men.

Mr. Marshall spoke, "Go stand in front of Brad." He sensed an argument coming so
he followed up with, "Don't say a word do as I say."

Gulping back his shame he went around to stand in front of Brad who was now
facing forward again ready for his spanking to resume. Grant looked down in
shame and Brad looked up. Their eyes met. Grant thought he would die. But then
Brad did something that made everything okay. He gave his buddy a crocked
sideways smile and winked. A moment had passed between the two. Grant knew from
that look and that wink that he and Brad were still cool. He knew in that
instant that Brad would accept him no matter what. And that made all the
difference in the world. Grant winked back.

"Move closer.", ordered Mr. Marshall. "And don't stop till I say so."

Grant inched forward ever so slowly waiting for Mr. Marshall to tell him to
stop. He finally did when Grant's fat 8.5" member was less than half an inch
from Brad's face.Then Mr. Marshall spoke again. "I want you to look at your buddies cock Brad.
And Grant you are not to move for any reason unless I tell you too. Understood?"
Still nervous but much more at ease Grant nodded in the affirmative. And that's
when Mr. Marshal brought the brush down on Brad's huge slabs of prime beefy.
CRACK!!!!Brad felt his own cock twitch at the attention his ass was being given but still
he did not want Grant to see him cum.

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

The brush came down hard on Brad's large tender rump. His eyes were on his
friend's dick as he was instructed and with each swat from the brush Brad
pitched forward and Grant's huge schlong would brush against his face. Either
his nose, or a cheek, even his lips. And when it did it left a trail of precum.
Brad could not believe how perverted Mr. Marshall was. But still despite the
humiliation or maybe because of it Brad's cock continued to grow to full mast.
He was so hard he thought he might rip right through his scant thong.

The spanking continued and Grant & Mr. Marshall both watched Brad's elephantine
ass quiver and shake. Shit how Grant wanted to fuck him.

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

Brad knew that he could not take much more. It was just a matter of time before
he came and Grant knew his dirty little secret, he got off on being spanked. He
fought it as long as he could but he was losing the fight.

Brad called out, "Please Mr. Marshal stop! I'm gonna cum!"

But this did not stop the dorm supervisor it only caused him to pick up the
pace. And caused Grant's dick to twitch as he thought, 'Is Brad getting off on
this?'

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

Brad's ass was glowing like two over sized tomatoes and his muscular legs
kicking. He felt his nut sack tighten and knew this was it. He yelled out,
"Aaaawwwww FUCK I'M CUMMING!!!!! And at that he emptied his balls into his teeny thong.
This was all too much for Grant as he looked down at Brad who was looking up at
him. Knowing that Brad was shooting his wad and seeing the lust in his eyes as he did was enough for Grant's own load to blast from his dick hands free. Blast after blast landed on Brad's face. It was like an out of control hose shooting
cum all over Brad. It landed in his hair. On his forehead. His cheek. His chin.
And one drop landed in his mouth much to his surprise and shock. Involuntarily
he swallowed causing and other blast to erupt from Grant as he watched. All Brad
though as he swallowed his buddies load was 'salty'.


Grant looked at Brad with panic in his eyes. Yes it was hot to see Brad's sexy
face covered in his jizz but what would his reaction be. Once again Brad gave
the sideways smile and this time shrugged. Mr. Marshall ordered Brad to his
feet.

Brad & Grant stood side by side as Mr. Marshal rose to his feet and eyed the duo
up. Grant was naked with cum dripping from the tip of his dick. Brad had Grant's
cum dripping from his well coated face while his own fat prick popped out the
side of his hot pink and black polka dot thong, which was coated in his own
jizz.

Mr. Marshall spoke, "I hope you have learned your lesson, Bradley. The rules are

meant for you as well. And Grant I hope you'll heed this warning. Next time you
see someone breaking the rules it is up to you to speak up. Now to bed both of
you. You both have classes in the morning." And with that he left the room and
the two friends standing there. As he left both Brad and Grant noticed a
definite bulge in the man's pants.

As soon as the door shut behind Mr. Marshall Brad burst out laughing while
Grant rushed to get him a towel to clean his face.

"Brad, man I'm sorry about cumming in your face like that."

As Brad wiped his buddies load from his well chiseled jaw he just shrugged
saying, " I don't blame you. It was that twisted fuck Marshall. He put you in a
situation where he knew it would happen."

There was a long pause as Grant searched for what to say. But Brad broke the
silence when he said, "You could have told me you know."

Grant knew full well what he meant but played dumb anyway asking, "What do you
mean?"

Brad shot him a look that said not to play dumb. "You know what I mean, Grant.
Your gay. And I don't care. We have been friends all our lives. This changes
nothing."

Relief swept over Grant at his friends acceptance and he smiled. "Thanks. I
guess we all have secrets. You get off on being spanked?"

It was Brad's turn to blush. But Grant broke the tension by saying, "And I got
off on seeing it."

Brad laughed saying, "So you do want my big ass?" as he peeled off his cum
drenched thong.

The two laughed and continued talking till late into the night. Brad told Grant
all about the spankings he had received over the years from coaches, boss',
girlfriends fathers and even his own dad as the high school principal watched.
But he decided not to tell Grant about the time his father, the police officer,
spanked him. He thought that might be too much.

Then he confessed to Grant that he has been dancing as s go-go boy at Luke's
Hideaway. And Grant shocked him by telling him that he knew and had seen him
dance. Which prompted Brad to say, "No more spying from a distance. The next
time I dance I want you front and center. You get to see this big butt for free
everyday but at the club I expect you to tip me." There was more comfortable
laughter.

The night ended with Brad climbing into bed and laying on his stomach asking
Grant if he'd apply lotion to his big red booty. Grant was more than willing to
comply climbing into bed with Brad. Both men were still nude and Grant was erect
again as he squeezed lotion into the palm of his hand and ran it over his
buddies colossal rear end. He had dreamed of this moment for do long and now
here he was feeling up Brad's man cakes. They felt so good Brad let out a soft
moan.


But all good things must come to an end and so did this night. Grant got into
his own bed and both men said good night and drifted off to sleep. Both knew
something big had taken place here tonight. Neither knew exactly where this
would take their friendship but each was enjoying the ride in his own way.

The End

The New Suit

by BubbleButtLuvr

Ian Marshall's cousin Marie was getting married. While Ian was not part of the wedding party he was still in need of a suit to wear to the ceremony. He hadn't worn a suit in over five years. In fact the last time he wore a suit was when he was fifteen and sang in the church Christmas pageant. He was now twenty three years old and had grown at least three inches. Being in his last year of college he had no money to spare for a new suit. His father understood this and offered to take Ian to get one. Mr. Marshall's friend Eric Markham ran a Men's Shop and that was where they had decided to go because Eric had offered them a good deal.

Truthfully Eric was looking forward to the whole thing. He had been friends with Ian's father, Robert, since childhood and had watched Ian grow up. He was always just Robert's son, a super lean kid with glasses. It wasn't that Ian was unattractive it was simply that Eric had watched him grow up and while he was gay had never even thought of Ian as a sexual being. That is until this past week when Eric stopped by the Marshall residence to see Robert. He knocked on the door and much to his surprise the door opened and there stood Ian.

Eric had not seen Ian in several years since he had gone away to college. Ian had been home over the years for visits but his path had never crossed Eric's so Eric was surprised by what stood before him. He knew at a glance it was Ian but something had happened over the past few years. Ian was no longer a lean gangely kid. He was now a very sexy young man. Oh, he was as lean as ever, Eric guessed he had about a 27" waist, but there was something different about him. He was more mature. He had full pouty lips and studious black rimmed glasses. His hazel hair swept down over his forehead.

"Ian, I didn't know you were home.", said Eric.

"Hello, Mr. Markham. Yes, I'm home for summer break and my cousin's wedding."

That was how it began. Eric came in sat down and visited with his old friend Robert and his son, Ian. Through out the visit Eric could not take his eyes off the college boy. Another thing he noticed when Ian got up was his large bottom. He didn't remember him having such a large bottom before. But, then he had been a kid and Eric had never really thought about him like that, until now that is. But now as he watched Ian move he couldn't help but notice how large his ass really was.

Owning a men's shop and acting as a tailor Eric had a pretty good eye for measurements. He had already guessed Ian's waist to be about 27" and now looking and his full round fanny he was guessing it to be about 38". That meant that his ass has larger than his waist by almost a full foot. Eric involuntarily licked his lips as he stared at Ian's ample bottom. The young man wore tight tan dockers and his ass actually wiggled and bounced with ever move he made.

Eric wondered what those huge mounds of ass flesh would look like bared. He imagined what young Ian would look like draped over his knee, his pants and underpants around his ankles. Eric imagined himself spanking the big ass globes of his best friends son. He imagined that the young man's huge booty would jiggle and bounce lewdly with each swat from his strong hand. He envisioned the young man's big ass turning from milky white to pink to a glowing red.

All of a sudden Eric was snapped back to reality by the voice of Robert's voice saying, "Eyes up here, buddy." Eric blush. He had just been caught checking out the ass of his best friends son. To make it worse he had been caught by the young man's father. He began to stammer not knowing what to say. Robert just laughed saying, "Relax, buddy. I know he has a sweet ass. I'm not sure what happened this last year of college. He left here with a normal looking bottom and came back with that big luscious thing. Reminds me a lot of his mother's, God rest her soul. I have caught myself checking it out a time or two so relax I understand."

This put Eric more at ease and when Ian came back into the room it was as if the two older men had a secret between them as they gave one another knowing looks. It was kind of odd for Eric. Robert had never shown any signs that he might be gay or bi. And now he had just revealed that he had been checking out another guys ass and too make things stranger it was his own son's ass. Every time Ian got up the two older men checked out his ass and whenever he left the room they would discuss it.

Somewhere during the course of the day Marie's wedding came up and Robert mentioned that Ian was in need of a new suit. That was when Robert volunteered to give them a good price if Ian came to see him. But what seemed like a nice gesture was more an opportunity for Eric to get his hands on Ian's big booty and maybe even get him to bare it. So they made plans for Ian & Robert to stop by the following Saturday.

Ian & Robert arrived at the shop just before closing as Eric had instructed them. He wanted to get Ian comfortable so he could get him out if his clothes and he figured the odds of this happening were greater if the store was closed.

Eric told Ian to browse and see what he was interested in and that he would take his measurements as soon as he locked up. Again Eric's eyes were locked on the lanky twenty- three year olds acres of ass as it bounced out of sight.

Robert laughed saying, "Will you stop undressing my son with your eyes."

Eric blushed but Robert put him at ease saying, "I'm just kidding, buddy. I know it's hard not to look. It's so voluptuous. And let me say it looks even bigger bare."

Eric could not believe his ears. He must have given Robert an odd look because Robert went on to say, "No nothing ever happened between Ian and I. And to be honest I've never even thought about a guy like that before. But since he's come home that butt has grown and seems to just tease me."

"But you said you've seen it bare.", said Eric.

Again Robert laughed, "Yes, when Ian goes from the shower to his room. The first time it was an accident but I must confess that since that day whenever I hear the shower run I wait for him in the hall or leave my bedroom door open. Weird, right?"

It was weird but Eric understood. There was a hypnotic power in those over sized glutes. Eric finished locking up and he and Robert found Ian.

The large bottomed college boy was bent over looking at a pair of shoes on the bottom shelf. His above average sized butt was thrust out far and the pants stretched tight across it really making the thread along the back seam work overtime at it's job of holding in the youth's full fleshy ass mounds. Eric almost thought the seam would burst and wished it would. Both older men stopped in their tracks and just took in the sight until the clueless young man straightened and turned to face them saying, " I found a suit I like."

Eric & Robert gained their composure as Eric said, "Very good choice. Now we need to get your measurements. After you, Ian." This he said with an exaggerated swoop of his hand allowing Ian to guide them to the fitting room. Again the two older men watched young Ian's ass fat bob up and down.

Once at the fitting room Eric pulled out a measuring tape and started to take measurements of young Ian. After several minutes on making a show of this Eric stopped and with mock concern looked at Robert saying, "I'm just not sure that we are getting the most accurate measurements."

Robert looked at his friend confused and asked, "What do you mean?"

Eric explained, "Well to put it quit bluntly Ian is quit bottom heavy. He is very lean and lanky all over with the exception of his rump. It is much larger than his waist which will make him hard to fit."

Ian blushed hearing Me. Markham talk about his large rump. He spoke up saying, "I know since I started college I have put on at least 30 pounds and it all seems to be in my butt." This he said as he grabbed his ample backside for emphasis not knowing how wild he was driving Eric and his own dad.

Still not sure where Eric was going with this Robert asked, "Well what can we do?"

"I've found that the best way to get an accurate measurement is when the party being measured is completely naked."

Ian's eyes grew wide with shock and embarrassment at the sound of this. And it was at this point that Robert understood what his old friend was trying to do. He was trying to get his son naked. Robert took pause for a moment and thought about this. After all it was his own son but then again it wasn't as if they were gonna rape him. They were just gonna take in the sight of Ian's enormous buns bared. It didn't take Robert long to decide what to do as he said, "Well, then, Ian, you heard Mr. Markham. You'd best strip down."

Ian blushed and whispered to his father, "Dad do I have to?"

Robert looked at his son sternly and said, "We want a proper fit son."

Still whispering to his father Ian replied, "But dad it will be embarrassing, I'm wearing a g-string."

Eric and Robert both perked up at the sound of that. Those hugs mounds of man flesh flowing from a tiny string sounded like heaven.

"There is nothing to he ashamed of Ian. Trust me.", said his father. "Mr. Markham is a professional."

Ian looked from his father to Eric and finally said, "Okay where do I change?"

Casually Eric said, "You might as well just strip down right here."

Again Ian looked from one man to the other still unaware that they were perving on him and said, "Out here in the open?"

With mock annoyance Eric said, "The store is closed it's just us. Your gonna come out in your sting anyway so what's the difference? I really don't have the time for this."

Robert spoke up, "Ian, Mr. Markham is doing us a favor."

Ian thought about this for a moment and decided it was true. He would be coming out in his string anyway so he just shrugged his shoulders and started to undress as he said, "Sorry Mr. Markham your right." and still he had no clue that his father and his friend were filled with lust at the prospect if seeing him stripped bare.

The two older men gave one another a wink and a nod. Eric couldn't believe how easy this was. He then watched as the twenty three year old began to disrobe. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his t-shirt off and tossed it to the floor. His jeans, which were supposed to be a loose fit, hugged his huge ass mounds. With an ass as large as Ian's there really was no such thing as s loose fit. He stood with his back to his father and Eric and began prying the denim jeans from his colossal rump. He always had trouble peeling his pants off over his over sized bottom. His large mounds of flesh wiggled as he fought to get the jeans off. This all went on with Eric and Robert watching with great delight and with Ian still unaware of how much the two men were delighting in watching his plump booty.

Ian now stood before the two men in just an aqua g-string. He felt a little foolish being in such a state of undress before his father and his father's friend. He spoke, "Well, I guess we should get going."

Eric was amazed at how much larger Ian's perfectly round bottom appeared now that he stood before them in just his tiny string. It was as if the jeans has contained it somewhat and now it was free to expand to it's full size and it truly was amazing. Eric took his tape measure and got behind Ian. He measured the young man's shoulders, arms and chest. Taking great care to write down all the measurements for Ian's upper body. He then wrapped the tape measure around Ian's slim waist and was delighted to see that he was correct the young man did in fact have a 27" waist.

Then Eric sank to his knees behind Ian. This was what he had longed for. This was his chance to feel up young Ian's fat fanny as he measured him for his new suit. Eric looked back at Robert and gave him a dirty little smile. Robert locked eyes with his friend and gulped in excitement. He knew his thoughts were wrong but he was enjoying seeing his son on display.

Eric took each of Ian's plump cheeks in his hands and gave a quick squeeze. Ian pitched forward slightly. Eric said, " Please my boy stay still. As I previously stated your bottom is quit large compared to the rest of your body. Your butt will give us some trouble with it being so large while your waist is so small. I need you to stand as still as possible and do everything I ask. I'm going to need you to strike several different poses so I can see how your bottom moves and so that I can ensure a proper fit. Do you understand?"

Feeling reprimanded but still clueless Ian replied, "Yes, sir. Sorry Mr. Markham."

Eric then took the measuring tape and held it against Ian's ample left buttock with his left hand. He then wound the tape around his full man cakes taking great care to feel his fleshy slabs. He began to pull the tape around front then allowed himself to drop the tape.

Then turning to Robert he said, "I seem to be having some trouble, Robert. Can you please help me." This was followed by a wink.

Robert licked his lips as he moved forward saying, "Sure."

This time Eric asked Robert to hold the tape to Ian's large left buttock ad he wound the tape around the young man and when the two ends of the tape met he gasped. He had guessed his ample ass to be about 38" but he was pleasantly surprised to know that in reality it was 40".

Robert could not believe that he was holding his son's big lard ass in his hand. It had a nice bit of bounce to it. He wanted to lean in and kiss the huge meat cushions. But he fought the urge.

Next Eric asked Robert to hold the tape at Ian's waist, which he did with an open hand so that he could feel up the big slabs of ass flesh. Eric ran the tape over the twenty-three year olds bubble butt allowing himself to feel

him up along the way.

"I need to measure your inseam now.", said Eric. Spread your legs slightly for me."

Ian obeyed spreading his legs so that Eric could get in between and measure. Of course all of this was unnecessary but Ian did not know this. Eric pressed the top of the tape measure against the young man's taint allowing himself to feel up Ian's g-string class nut sack. He fumbled like this for a bit before saying, "Robert, I think I need your help. Can you please hold the tape measure firmly in place while I get the measurement."

Robert gulped as he knelt behind his son. He was so close that Ian could feel his father's hot breath on his large exposed rump. Robert was breathing heavy as he allowed himself the chance to feel up his son as he help the tape measure on place. Eric went through the pretense of measuring.

Ian's original discomfort at being so completely exposed had evaporated the longer he stood here in his little aqua string. Even having his father press the tape measure against the soft flesh of his taint did not phase him. He seemed oblivious to the molestation taking place by his father and his father's friend.

Once Ian's inseam was measured Eric spoke again, "I'm very concerned about the seat of your new suit. I know the waist and the length will be fine but I'm not so sure about the seat. It is a good 13" larger than your waist and I fear you may not have enough room if you move on certain positions."

Ian looked concern saying, "Well there will be dancing Mr. Markham. I will be moving a lot. Is there anything you can do?"

This was music to Eric's ears, "Well why don't I have you bend and move a little so I can get an idea if the way your body moves. That way if I need to make adjustments I can."

Ian was buying it completely. Eric told him to keep his legs spread and to bend at the waist slowly until the palms of his hands were flat on the floor. As odd as this was Ian did just as he was told. He started to bend ever so slowly. Mr. Markham and his dad watched as the young man's meaty rump shoved out. Ian looked back over his shoulder as he bent over asking, "Is this what you mean?" this caused his back to arch and his humongous flesh mounds to jut out further.

Catching his breath Eric replied, "Yes, perfect, Ian."

Ian continued to bend. Robert marveled at how flexible his son was. The lower his hands got to the floor the more his meaty mounds separated. So that at this point his tight puckered virgin hole was winking at the two men. The thin strap if the g-string did little to cover his exposed hole. His hands were now planted on the ground. Eric and Robert now knelt behind Ian just inched from his wide spread ass. Eric spat out some nonsense about being fearful that based on the way Ian's body moved he may split his pants. Robert wasn't really listening as he and Eric stared between Ian's plump cheeks to his most private part.

Robert wanted to push the string aside and bury his face in there. Then once he had it good and wet he wanted to bend Ian over and bury his cock deep in his ass and ram him hard. He knew it was wrong, this was his son. So, he didn't do this he just looked.

Once more Eric spoke, "Ian, I want you to squat down low and get on the tips if your toes." Ian did this without question. "Okay now I want you to bounce up and down slowly so I can see how your body moves."

And again Ian obeyed. He was bouncing up and down looking like he was riding a cock. His huge buns jiggled as he bounced. Eric said , "Don't be alarmed I need to get down close to watch your body move." This still seemed to have no effect on Ian who kept bobbing up and down like a slut in heat. Eric was now laying on the floor with Ian's colossal ass just above him. He was bouncing up and down inched from Eric's face. His fat buns wiggled and wobbled as Eric said, "Come here Robert I am concerned that we may have a problem." Still Ian appeared to be oblivious to what was happening as his father got down low to watch his huge bubble but wobble and bounce.

Finally the two older men rose to their feet breathing hard and full of lust. "I need you to do one last thing for me, Ian.", said Eric. "I need you to just stand where you are and jog in place until I tell you to stop. This will help me determine how your body moves."

This seemed a little odd to Ian. He cocked his head and asked, "Really?"

Eric assured him he was serious. This seemed good enough for Ian who just shrugged and started jogging in place. His ample booty started moving up and down. Once it started moving there was no stopping it. He could feel his full fanny bouncing. Eric and Robert watched the youth's big bottom ripple in complete amazement.

Soon Ian got tired and stopped moving but it was as if no one told his ass as it continued to move even after he stopped. He looked at Eric asking, "Is that enough?"

Snapped out of his fantasies Eric assured Ian it was. Ian dressed and Robert paid for the suit and alterations. Both older men looked at one another, a knowing look in their eyes. They could not believe how gullible Ian had been. What a show he had given them.

On the way out Ian thanked Eric saying, "Thanks Mr. Markham. I hope you had as good a time as I did." With that he winked at his father's friend and exited the store.

Robert who was standing next to Eric caught his son's wink. Eric looked at Robert and Robert looked at Eric. Neither was quit sure what just happened. Had Ian really winked? And if so what did it mean? Maybe Ian had not been the gullible one after all. Maybe his was Robert and Eric who had played into Ian's hand. Maybe he had wanted to give his father and Eric a private show. Neither man was really sure. But each smiled to himself at this thought.

The End

Jeff & His Son Kyle - The Conference.

by Billy F (based on characters created by BubbleButtLuvr)

Jeff Hyatt was doing well at his law firm. He had recently been made a partner. He was pleased for himself but also because he wanted to be a good role model to his son, especially since the death of Kyle’s mother in a car accident 10 years ago. Kyle was 19 now, soon to be off to college, and a son to be proud of. His good grades were matched by his impressive All American good looks, tight and lean well defined swimmers build and his perfectly round bubble butt that drew a lot of attention from men and women alike. With his piercing blue eyes and sandy brown hair Kyle was beyond handsome, and he knew it.

Kyle was a chip off the old block because his Dad, Jeff also got a lot of attention. In fact their looks were so similar that sometimes they were mistaken for brothers. At 42 Jeff was in excellent shape. His brown hair was greying at the temples and his neatly trimmed moustache was also flecked with grey. He was more muscular than his son, training at a bodybuilder gym, he had a massive chest and arms, and an enormous round ass. Another thing that Jeff passed to his son was a big dick. His 8 inch cock was as thick as a beer can. In fact Kyle was even bigger, with an amazing 9 inches between is legs. It was so big even when soft, that he would have trouble packing into the tiny bikini briefs that he liked to wear.

When the company asked Jeff to project manage an important conference for key business clients in central Manhattan, Jeff saw it as an opportunity to make a big impression on his colleagues. Hiring facilities in a downtown hotel and a suite of accompanying rooms for out of town colleagues and for himself so that he could be on call during the entire 3 days, he was careful to attend to every detail. This was a really important professional opportunity for him as well as for his company.

When one of the out of town clients withdrew at the last minute, Jeff offered the spare room which had already been paid for, to Kyle, encouraging him to spend time in town with his Manhattan friends, “As long as you keep the parties away from the hotel”, he joked, knowing that Kyle was always an asset and would always support him.

The first day of the conference went really well. All the delegates seemed happy and engaged and Jeff felt excited about the possibilities of the following days. The hotel manager, Mr Simpson, had been very accommodating, even about some awkward final requests for AV equipment that had been left off the initial list of requirements. Of course Jeff had his Conference Organiser deal with most of the management but he was in overall responsibility.

At the end of the first day, Jeff felt able to take the evening off and called up his college buddy Greg to meet him at the hotel for a drink. “How’s that son of yours?” Greg asked when he met Jeff in the hotel bar. “Kyle’s really great. He’ll be off to college soon and I’ll miss him,” Jeff responded. “Actually, he’s up in his room now with his buddy Luis, who lives close by. As there was an extra room free in this block booking, I encouraged Kyle to come into town and stay.”

After some more general chat Greg suggested that they invite both Kyle and his buddy Luis out with them for dinner. “Great idea,” Jeff responded. Let’s go up and ask them.

They knock on Kyle’s door and are met by Luis, a sweaty, handsome Latino jock. He is dressed in shorts, a vest and running shoes. A triangle of sweat wets his vest between his pecs. “Hey Mr Hyatt,” he says to Jeff politely, “Great to see you. Come in. Kyle is in the bathroom about to take a shower. We just went for a run. I always go early evening and Kyle said he would join me.”

“Who is it?” Kyle calls from the bathroom.

“It’
s me son,” Jeff responds.

Hearing his Dad’s voice Kyle kicks his sweaty running gear to the corner of the bathroom, slips on the big white towelling robe provided by the hotel and comes out to great his father.

“I was just about to take a shower,” Kyle says.

Standing in front of them at the bathroom door, all three men, Jeff, Greg and Luis, can
’t help but notice how great Kyle looks. The flawless milk white skin of his tight chest peeks out from the robe. His ass balloons behind underneath the robe tie. Sweaty from the recent run, there is a soft sheen across his face and neck.

“Hey Greg,” Kyle says, noticing his Pa’
s buddy, “Dad said you were coming over tonight.” As Kyle moves forward to shake Greg’s outstretched hand, he trips on the end of his hastily tied robe and stumbles backward. As he does so he reaches back to steady himself against the dresser, pushing the entire contents of a drinks tray, cups, saucers, jug and glasses out of the window Luis had opened moments earlier to get some air after the run.

After what seems like the longest few seconds, all four men here a loud crash as the contents of the tray hit the street below. “Oh my god,” panics Kyle as all of them strain their necks out the window, “I could have killed someone.”

As they are discussing what to do next there is a loud rap at the door. Jeff answers it to find Mr Simpson with a furious scowl.

“What on earth is going on here Mr Hyatt?” he snaps, “The entire contents of a drinks tray have smashed on the ground. You are very lucky that nobody was hurt or, God forbid, even killed. There are management rules about opening windows precisely to prevent this kind of behaviour. I’
m afraid I am going to have to ask you to leave the hotel immediately. I did not expect this kind of vandalism from you or your guests.”

Kyle apologises profusely to Mr Simpson, explaining that it was an accident and that it was nothing to do with his father at all. Mr Simpson angrily responds that he has to carry out hotel procedure or he will lose his job and that he has no choice but to cancel the entire conference booking and ask all the delegates to leave.

Jeff is horrified at this sudden turn of events. “Mr Simpson, let us apologise again. We assure you that this was an accident. Really there is no need to cancel the booking. Nobody was hurt.”

Knowing how much is at stake for his Dad with the conference Kyle politely asks Mr Simpson what he can do to change his mind. “There must be something we can do to make amends.”

Mr Simpson now takes in these four hot guys properly for the first time and he smiles a sinister grin. “OK, if you want to help your father to keep his conference moving forward as he planned, slip out of that robe and get yourself into a doggie position on the bed,” he sneers, shutting the door behind him.

“Is this really necessary,” Jeff intervenes.

“Do you want me to throw you and your entire booking out of this hotel Mr Hyatt?” Mr Simpson responds flatly.

Luis is incredulous at this and is expecting Jeff or Kyle to punch Mr Simpson, or at least to have an argument with him but Kyle just shrugs and begins to undo the robe. Greg licks his lips.

All the men stare at Kyle
’s perfect swimmer’s physique, his lean tight chest and well formed abs. None of them can avoid his plump 9 inch cock that swings slightly above his low hanging shaved balls.

“Get on the bed now,” Mr Simpson blurts out, barely able to contain himself.

Kyle is now stark naked on all fours, perched at the end of the bed. His head is pushed into the blue satin coverlet, his soft meaty feet resting over the edge. His voluminous ass is high in the air. He is really sticking it out high, spreading his knees, so that you can just about see his beautiful pink puckered hole but his ass is so big and so round that the mounds of flesh obscure a proper view. He feels humiliated in this position, especially with Luis and Greg watching, but at the same time he can
’t help but be a bit excited to know that they are all looking at his huge white melons and imagining what is going on in their minds. He also quivers very slightly remembering how his muscular Dad has touched him before.

His big shaved balls hang low beneath his balloon ass. His dick twitches as he feels the breeze from the open window across his but.

Mr Simpson is secretly delighted that his plan is working out so well. Luis stands dumb struck looking at his buddy’s booty. He always knew Kyle had an amazing body but he didn’t really give it all that much thought. Now he is transfixed; glued to the spot, staring. Greg meanwhile has a wry smile on his face. He has seen this father and son fooling around before and he was hoping beyond everything that coming here tonight he would get to see some more of that hot action.

Mr Simpson breaks the silence. “OK Dad,” he says in a snide and threatening voice, “It seems your son is putting himself out for you so you had better show how much you care for him. Go over there and lick out your son.”

Jeff is startled as if from a haze. “I can’t, I mean, I’m not gay and, well, he’s my son.” Kyle turns his face from where it is resting on the sheets and looks into his father’s eyes. Although he would never openly admit it, his look invites his father, as if begging him to touch him.

“If you don’
t want me to throw you out of the hotel immediately, then you have no choice,” Mr Simpson sneers.

Jeff looks at Greg who shrugs and then at Luis, but Luis is only staring at Kyle’s ass. Jeff is shocked that he and his son are put in this weird situation again but at the same time he has very little choice. Everything has been planned to take place in that hotel, all the meetings over the coming days, and it is vital for his business. The power of his son’s ass is also extremely strong. The monumental mountains of flesh seem to beckon him.

“Do it now,” Mr Simpson says, casually touching his crotch.

Jeff moves over to the bed and kneels down in front of his son. He breathes in the smell of Kyle
’s skin. It is fresh and manly.

“Start at his feet,” Mr Simpson orders.

Jeff rests his hands behind Kyle
’s large teen feet and begins to lick the soles. The taste is salty but heady and strangely sexy. This is something new, Jeff thinks. He works over the whole of one sole in broad strokes with his tongue, working in between each of the toes. Kyle can feel his Dad work on his feet. It’s a new sensation for him too. He let’s out a slight moan. This encourages Jeff who moves onto the other foot and with the same dedication he covers every inch with his tongue. The feet glisten in the half-light of the room with Jeff’s slaver.

Working up his son’s leg with his tongue, Jeff is lost in desire. He feels his cock begin to throb in his tight briefs. He desperately wants to reach down and unbutton his pants and free his cock from his tight spandex bikini briefs but he doesn’t want to reveal his desire to the others in the room.

Bent over like that worshipping his son, Greg, Luis and Mr Simpson can all see how huge Jeff’s own ass is. Luis wonders how he finds trousers to fit round such a massive ass with such a slim waist.

Kyle is getting increasingly worked up by the feel of his Dad’s tongue on his inside leg. He is trying not to show his desire too much but he can’t wait for his Dad to reach his hole, which quivers with anticipation. Almost without thinking, Kyle reaches back and pulls his father’s head firmly in between his giant cheeks. As Jeff’s tongue finally reaches his hole Kyle gasps with pleasure, “Ahhh, oh yeah Daddy, now you’ve found it,” he whispers wildly. Kyle bucks into his Dad’s face feeling Jeff’s moustache brush the edges of his hole and the hot darting tongue inside him.

Jeff is lost in abandon in his son’s ass. He reaches up and parts the cheeks as wide as he can with his hands and dives in with his mouth. The perfect pink pucker opens at the touch his hot wet tongue. Kyle moans as Jeff digs deeper. Jeff wants to taste it all. It’s like he has arrived where he belongs, this soft, inviting, manly hole of pleasure tastes miraculous. He feels his own ardent desire met by that of his son. Kyle pushes his ass back into his father’s face and reaches back to help his Dad spread his cheeks as wide as they will go. For both of them it’s like Jeff can’t get deep enough.

Kyle’s dick is now rock hard. From the angle in which they are standing, Mr Simpson and Luis can see its fat 9 inches bobbing, a big drop of precum oozing from the tip.

Greg has unzipped his fly and is openly touching his own engorged member. As if offered permission by this, Luis drops his shorts and touches his own fat 7.5 inch cock. Mr Simpson is still rubbing himself through his pants.

“OK,” Mr Simpson says, “You seem to be enjoying that more than I had imagined. And your audience of friends are too. You really are a bunch of sick fucks. Now come on Daddy, show us where your son gets his genes. Strip.”

Jeff reluctantly takes his tongue out from his son
’s ass and stands up but he keeps his eyes firmly fixed on Kyle’s wet hole, which winks at him gently. Kyle continues to spread his cheeks with his hands and pushes his ass into the air even higher. It quivers slightly and Kyle let’s out a kind of desperate sigh. It is clear to everyone that he had not had enough of his father’s tongue.

As if he were hypnotised, Jeff unbuttons his shirt to reveal his impressive broad muscular chest and back. Luis starts to rub his dick even harder. Greg smiles. Jeff kicks off his loafers and unbuttons his pants and peels them over his preposterous rear. He is wearing a skimpy pair of white bikini briefs that are riding up his crack as if it were a thong. There is also no hiding his fat 8 inch cock now, the head and shaft of which are poking out the top of the briefs. Precum is dripping from the head of his dick. To be honest it’s a relief to Jeff to be finally out of his clothes. His erection was getting really painful inside his tight briefs and pants. He wiggles out of the bikini and stands tall, his erection firm and proud, staring at his son’s begging ass.

Without any instruction from Mr Simpson, Jeff found himself drawn once more to taste Kyle’s hole. He drops to he knees and roughly pulls his son’s thick 9 inch cock back between his legs, holding it like a gear stick. With Kyle’s cock in his hand, he dives back into the needy hole with his tongue; it pulls him with a magnetic force. “Taste me Daddy,” Kyle pants. A big drop of precum is forming at the tip of his dick. As Jeff comes out of the ass for a breath he notices the cum on Kyle’s dick and quickly darts down to get a taste of his boys sweet salty seed. It tastes so good.

“I want to feel you in me,” Kyle moans.

“OK, son, Daddy’
s gonna look after you,” Jeff gently reassures.

“Suck your Daddy’
s dick,” Mr Simpson splutters, barely able to contain his own excitement at the unfolding scene. Without even batting an eyelid Kyle flips over and sits on the edge of the bed his ass cheeks rubbing against the satin sheets. He looks up at his Dad and they exchange a meaningful glance, full of desire.

Kyle then takes his father’s dick in his mouth and sucks on the fat 8 inch shaft. Jeff moans with pleasure. Kyle doesn’t know quite why but he wants his father to feel completely satisfied. He wants to give him pleasure. He works the shaft like a seasoned professional, pigging on it like it were a favourite candy.

“Fuck him, fuck him now,” Mr Simpson screeches.

Jeff bends down and gently moves his son
’s head off his throbbing member and kisses him passionately. This is almost too much for Luis who can be heard sighing “Oh, oh” across the other side of the room. Hitching up his son’s legs, Jeff pushes Kyle back onto the bed, kissing him all the time. Kyle lifts up his legs further and moves his arms around under his knees exposing his hole ready for his Daddy’s dick. Jeff nuzzles his hard pulsating fat 8 inch cock against his son’s asshole and pushes in the tip. As their tongues intertwine, Kyle pushes out his ass and meets his Dad’s dick. Jeff thrusts in. Kyle’s eyes widen and his kissing becomes more passionate. They both moan hard as Jeff thrusts his cock in and out of Kyle’s eager hole. He feels so close to his teenage son, a strange and guilty pleasure but one he knows his son is responding to.

As Jeff fucks his son, gently at first and then harder and harder, Greg moves over to get a close up view. Jeff’s enormous muscle ass expands and contracts with each thrust of his fat cock, his own hole exposed and then hidden with each movement. Between his legs, Greg gets a perfect view of his friend’s thick dick riding in and out of Kyle’s sweet fat ass. Unable to control himself any longer, Greg squirts a thick stream of hot jism over the fucking father and son. A hot streak lands around Kyle’s hole and lubes up Jeff’s dick as he continues to fuck. Greg retreats, exhausted. Next Luis walks up. He too is completely enthralled by the in and out of Jeff’s dick up Kyle’s perfect beckoning hole. In a second or two he busts 5 massive streams of hot cum all over his buddy’s ass and his buddy’s Dad’s dick and nuts, further greasing these two as they continue fucking. As Greg moves back to the corner of the room, still watching the action, Mr Simpson finally unzips his pants to reveal a solid 7 inch cock. It’s not thick but the thinness only goes to make it look longer. Following on from Luis he goes over to get a close up of the action. Lying on the floor with his head in between Jeff’s feet he gazes up at the Dad’s dick pummelling in and out of the son’s ass. Greg and Luis watch as Mr Simpson rubs his pole, out of which explodes a fountain of semen.

Jeff and Kyle have been pretty much oblivious all of this, wrapped up in their own need for each other. Kyle has been so hungry for his Daddy’s dick that he doesn’t want it to end. Jeff has sensed that his son wants him to keep going but he can’t hold on much longer. “I’m gonna cum son,” he says gently but his breathing getting harder. As he feels his Dad begin to spasm a single tear rolls down Kyle’s cheek. He does not want this forbidden pleasure to end. The force of his father’s orgasm is so strong, he can feel the ejaculation surge into him. “Oh Daddy, yeah, let me take your hot load,” Kyle pants. His Dad’s abs rub up against his dick with these final thrusts causing his own balls to tighten releasing a torrent of sperm out of his 9 inch cock. A stream hits him across the chest and face. Bending down, Jeff hungrily laps up his son’s juice, cleaning away the cum with his tongue. As he does so, his softening dick falls from his son’s asshole and a stream of cum follows it, mixing with Greg’s and Luis’s and falling onto Mr Simpson’s face, whose mouth is open wide, his tongue awkwardly lurching forward to receive the gift.

Moments later Mrs Simpson is standing up, licking his lips and raising the zip of his fly. “OK Mr Hyatt,” he says as if nothing whatsoever odd has happened, “I’m going to let you off this once. You can continue to stay in this hotel under the terms of the initial agreement but please be more careful in the future.”

With that he leaves the room. Greg says, “Well thank goodness we managed to persuade him to let us stay.” “Erm, yeah. Lucky that,” Luis chimes in, still in disbelief at what has just happened.

Jeff and Kyle are sitting on the edge of the bed looking a bit embarrassed. “Hey,” Greg says, “it’s not like you had any choice.”

As they started to clean up, father and son were both thinking what they would never openly admit, that they found the growing physicality of their relationship more and more addictive.

The End