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

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

Adam, Work Out Tease

by BubbleButtLuvr

Adam Higgins loved the summer. Not just for the warm weather but because both his parents worked and when they were gone he had the run of the house. This being the first summer after high school graduation Adam knew that there wouldn't be many more summer's this free & easy. With that thought in mind he decided to make the most of this one.

During his high school days Adam always managed to keep a lean well defined build due to his many extra curricular activities on many of his school various sport teams and thankfully to good genes. Not to mention the fact that he had been blessed with an amazingly round, perky, bubble butt that just seemed to call out and beg to be ogled. But, this summer Adam decided he wanted to put on a little more bulk so he bought himself a set of weights and a bench and set them up in the garage.

To Adam's way of thinking this accomplished two things. Number one he would get a good work out and number two he'd get to perform for Mr. Hopkiss. Mr. Hopkiss was Adam's neighbor. He was about 50 years old or so and Adam found him incredibly sexy and had determined that by the end of summer he would get his older neighbor into bed. Whenever Adam Swam in the pool or laid out in the sun there was Mr. Hopkiss watching and leering at him. But, he never showed any signs of approval or disapproval. Adam always assumed that since he always took the time to look that he must be interested. So, Adam being a good exhibitionist never neglected to give his old neighbor a good show. And since the Higgins garage faced Mr. Hopkiss' back yard Adam could workout and tease his neighbor at the same time.

Adam rose early to get the most of his day. He kicked the covers off to reveal his nude bronzed eighteen year old body. Aside from his much too small tan line every inch of Adam's body was golden from the sun. Adam bent over at the waist opening his bottom dresser drawer to decide just which skimpy little swim bikini he should wear today. His large melon sized butt pushed out and his thick schlong swung freely between his toned thighs.

Finally he settled on the orange bikini with the Velcro snaps on the sides. It was one of his favorites because it had a European cut to it that rode up high on his plump young ass cheeks. And no matter how often he tried to pry it free it would ride back deep in between his mountains of ass showcasing his huge backside provocatively.

Adam wiggled his full rear into the scant swim garment and took note that it seemed tighter than the last time he wore it. Turning his back to the mirror he had that it looked tighter too. Adam smiled with delight; clearly his squats and lunges were paying off.

To complete his outfit Adam slipped on his cross trainers and slide on a cut off T-shirt. Though in truth there wasn't much to the T. It was white and made of a cotton lycra mix so it clung to the youth like his own skin. And it was cut just below his nipples so that if he raised his arms even slightly they would be visible. "Perfect", thought Adam as he took one more look at himself. Then he was off down the hall steps headed toward the garage, his large barely covered backside jiggling and bouncing with each footfall.

He hit the switch and watched the garage door rise up. Like clockwork there was Mr. H. in his usual spot "tending" to his garden. Adam smiled to himself as he turned his back to old neighbor and bent over to pick up the weight bench and move it to the front of the garage. He could feel his thin lycra swim bikini work it's way between his full fleshy man cakes. He could also fell Mr. Hopkiss' eyes burning a hole through him.

Once the bench was in place Adam started some stretching exercises, all with his back to Mr. H. who, while pretending to garden was now devoting all his attention to Adam's over exposed rump.

Adam spread his legs wide and bent slowly at the waist taking great care not to bend his knees and pushed his humongos ass way out. He could feel the thin lycra material working its way up over his plump teen ass cheeks. The silk like material tickled his puckered ass hole and sent a shiver down his spine.

He then straightened slowly and stretched his arms toward the ceiling. He pushed himself onto his tip toes and began bouncing. His huge rump began to bob up and down. Like a slight breeze across a pond that cause ripples that seem to take on a life of their own so was the case with Adam's plump ass cakes. They were bouncing wildly with very little movement from the teen. Behind him Mr. Hopkiss' head was involuntarily nodding up and down in time with Adam's fleshy globes.

Now Adam was ready for his work out. He sat down on the bench, his legs spread wide and obscenely; his bright orange package resting on the black leather of the bench. Seductively yet innocently he allowed his hand to graze over his bulge. He locked eyes with his older neighbor who sat completely still and stone faced watching the horny teen's private show.

Adam took hold of the dumb bells at his sides as he laid back, his legs still spread wide like a waiting whore. He began his set raising and lowering the dumb bells. His cut off shirt was raised up high above his now hard nipples. He liked the way the leather seat felt on his mostly bared backside. He knew that Mr. H. was getting a good show.

Soon Adam got back to his feet and grabbed hold of a barbell from over in the corner. As he positioned it on his shoulders his small T-shirt rode up again exposing his erect nipples. Again he positioned himself so that his back was to his neighbor and began to do some squats.

With each knee bent he felt the material of his bikini begin to get swallowed up by his hungry ass cheeks. By this point so much of his skimpy suit was wedged between his mountains of ass flesh that it resembled a thong more than a bikini. Silently and with no expression Mr. Hopkiss took in the whole thing.

Soon Adam stopped his squats and went right into lunges. The sweat was running down his body freely. His plump butt cheeks glistened like ripe melons as he lunged forward, the materials of his swim bikini continuing to tease his tight pucker.

Adam was hot and tired by this point so he set down his barbell and made his way over to the dorm size refrigerator his dad kept in the garage. He bent over seductively and looked back over his shoulder at Mr. H. who was blatantly staring at his ass unashamedly but still expressionless. The teen reached in and pulled out a bottle of water. He opened it and took a big gulp. At this point he was facing his neighbor. Next he raised the bottle above his own head and began pouring the cool liquid on himself.

Now his cut-off T was soaking wet and was easy to see through. The water continued to run down his tight teen body to his bikini which it saturated causing the tight lycra material to cling to his thick manhood. Looking into Mr. H.'s eyes he shook his head rapidly from side to side to toss off the water. It splashed out and speckled the walls of the garage.

Now Adam once again with his back to his neighbor tossed his bottle into the recycle bin. Then looking back over his shoulder teasingly pulled his bikini free from between their fleshy prison. But, it was a pointless act for as soon as he let go of the swim suit it crept right back between his ample cheeks.

Next Adam began jogging in place. His huge hind end began bouncing up and down again. But, this time the pace was much faster. Once more Mr. Hopkiss' head started to bob up and down in time with the movement of the hot teens bouncing booty.

Adam could feel the Velcro snaps on either side of his swim suit giving way. He knew it was just a matter of time before they gave way completely and his suit popped off in front of his neighbor. The sheer weight of his hefty ass was too much for the small Velcro snaps not to mention his thick prick and heavy nut sack. He knew it would be any moment now.

Continuing to jog Adam turned to face Mr. H. so that when his bikini finally broke free he could get a good view of his bare teen cock. No sooner had Adam turned to face Mr. H. it happened. The strain was too great for the skimpy swim garment. There was a loud RRRRIIIIPPPPPPP of Velcro giving way and the bikini not only feel free from Adam's toned body but actually was propelled out into the driveway like a sling shot.

Adam feigned shock and surprise as his big dong flopped out, exposing his shaved balls and well trimmed pubes, but he made no attempt to cover himself and just continued jogging in place. His meat was flopping up and down slapping his tight stomach. Mr. H. just sat quietly watching, taking it all in.

From inside the house Adam heard the phone ring, so continuing to jog he headed back into the house through the garage, his now completely bared ass exposed for Mr. H. to watch every inch shake and ripple. Adam hadn't been gone more than two minutes but when he returned Mr. H. was gone and so was his bikini. It was no longer in the driveway.

Adam smiled to himself as he said, "I will have you yet, Mr. H." Still dressed in just his T-shirt and cross trainers the youth shut the garage door and headed inside to plan his next move.

The End

Adam And The Gymnast Part 3

by BubbleButtLuvr

Eighteen year old Adam Higgins had never expressed much interest in gymnastic. True it was his favorite thing to do in his high school gym class. But, that was simply because it came easy to him. With his lean wiry build and unusually flexible body he was a natural. Still he had never expressed much interest in the sport outside of it getting him an easy A in gym. That is to say he never expressed much interest until he met his father's friend Ricardo.

Ricardo had been boyhood friends with Adam's father, Eric, since childhood. Shortly after graduating high school Ricardo married and moved away. Now at fifty years of age Ricardo had just gone through a messy divorce and was moving back to town to start over, so to speak. He had been teaching gymnastics most of his adult life and when an opening came up at the local university he grabbed the chance to come back home.

The minute Adam got one look at Ricardo he knew he had to have him. He was just the type of man Adam loved. Adam had a thing for older men there was no doubt about that. And Ricardo's dark Latin looks were almost too much for the teen to bear. Ricardo wore his hair very short. It was black but sprinkled with grey. A look Adam found very sexy. He also wore a small mustache which Adam also found very sexy. And at fifty the man was built better than most twenty-five-year olds. He had a lean muscular build from all his years of both doing and teaching gymnastics.

As soon as Adam found out that Ricardo had gotten permission from the university to use the gym after hours to give private lessons Adam knew he had to get some "private" lessons from his father's sexy friend. And Adam had the distinct impression that Ricardo would enjoy these "private" lessons as much as he would. There was something in the handshake, the way he held on to Adam's hand just a few seconds longer than socially acceptable when Mr. Higgins introduced his son to his friend. There was something in the way he held Adam's gaze a few seconds longer than socially acceptable as he said, "I'm very please to me you, Adam." There was even something in the inflection of his voice. And even his smile seemed somehow seductive to the teen.

Adam begged his father for lessons from Ricardo, all the while thinking that he would love to teach Ricardo a thing or two. Eric finally agreed to let his son take lessons from Ricardo. But, Ricardo would not hear of accepting any money for teaching his friend's son. And that is how Adam came to develop an interest in Gymnastics.

Adam's first lesson was to be Monday evening at 7:00 after the gym had closed for the day. Adam showed up wearing a pair of jeans that were impossibly tight. Adam knew his assets and loved to show them off. The jeans clung to his extra large booty showing every curve and leaving little to the imagination. His tight white T clung to his lean muscular chest and showed off his chiseled abs. His dark hair hung down seductively over one eye. His deep blue eyes sparkled in contrast to his thick dark hair. These were definitely not clothes one would wear to practice gymnastics. But, Adam had a different kind of sport in mind.

Ricardo who was dressed in sweats and a T-shirt greeted Adam and told him that he should change into his gym clothes.

Feigning stupidity Adam replied, "Oh, no. I knew I forgot something. I didn't bring a change of clothes." This he followed with a coy look at Ricardo.

"Well, Adam how did you expect to work out in those clothes. Those jeans are way too tight!" said Ricardo somewhat annoyed.

"Weeeellll. We will be alone right?"

"Yes. But..."

"Well, if it's okay with you I could... never mind."

"What.", snapped Ricardo becoming annoyed.

"Well, it's a crazy idea but I was gonna say I could work out in just my underwear if your sure we won't be disturbed. But it was a silly idea," said Adam once again playing innocent.

By this point Ricardo was beginning to see what was happening. His old friend's son was trying to seduce him. Ricardo liked this game and decided to continue playing it. He was no longer angry but decided to act like he was to further the game along. "Well, I guess you have no choice young man, now do you!? My time is valuable and I won't have you wasting it so get on with it. Strip down to your under pants!"

"Yes, sir," said Adam smiling as he turned his back to Ricardo and began to disrobe.

Adam undid his jeans and began to wiggle his super sized buns out of them. Ricardo watched from behind as the teen peeled away the denim from his full backside. Once the jeans were over his massive bubble butt they slide off with ease. His white T-shirt hung down covering the top 4/5 of his big booty.

From under the T Ricardo could see the youth's well tanned bottom spilling out from the leg bands of his skimpy red cotton bikini briefs. Then Adam pulled the shirt up over his head revealing just how skimpy his briefs really were. The sides of the sexy under garment were no more than 1/2 inch wide, if that. The leg bands rode up high on the man-boy's ass allowing more ass flesh to spill out than it actually covered.

Adam tossed the T shirt aside and looked back over his shoulder at his father's friend smiling seductively. He then turned to face the man 32 years his senior. Ricardo's eyes widened as he saw the young man's manhood fighting to break free from the small cotton under garment. Adam's thick cock and large low hanging nuts made the underwear hang low in front revealing the slightest bit of his well trimmed pubes.

Ricardo cleared his throat, "That underwear is at least two sizes too small and they're kind of revealing. Don't you think?"

Continuing his flirtatious game Adam replied, "I know, sir. I'm sorry. I never expected to have to strip down in front of anyone. I had no idea anybody would see me in them. If you prefer I can get dressed." Adam bent over pretending to reach for his jeans knowing full well Ricardo would find some excuse to have him stay dressed just as he was. As the well tanned eighteen year old bent over his miniscule bikini rode up revealing more of his bulbous bubble butt to the horny older man.

Ricardo wasn't stupid. He knew this was a lie. He knew that Adam had pick out this specific pair of underwear because he did know he would be stripping down and that he would be seen in them. He also knew the kid didn't want to cover up his hot body any more than Ricardo wanted him too so he continued to play the young man's game. "Well, that's your problem not mine. Your jeans are way too tight for you to be able to do the kind of stretching you'll be doing so you'll just have to remain in those little briefs. Now my time is valuable so let’s get moving! Get to the center of the gym!"

Adam obeyed heading to the center of the gym. Ricardo watched as the boy's cock and balls bounced up and down in the thin material of the well stretched under pants. Adam passed Ricardo who followed close behind watching the kid’s voluptuous ass jiggle like gelatin with each step.

Once in the center of the gym Ricardo ordered Adam to bend at the waist and touch his toes without bending his knees. Adam did as instructed. Ricardo watched as the scant red bikini rode further up the teens ass crack over his massive ass mounds.

Adam would bend and then straighten over and over. The first five times he did this just as he had been instructed without bending his knees. The sixth time however, he bent them slightly. Ricardo saw this and without warning, CRACK, he smacked Adam's plump boy buttocks. By this time the scant little bikini was wedged so far up the youth's ass it resembled a thong.

As Ricardo's hand met Adam's ass his fleshy ass globes quivered and bounced. Adam let out a yelp and Ricardo told him that each time he bent his knees he'd get another whack.

Catching onto Ricardo's game from this point on Adam bent his knees each time he bent over. And each time he'd straighten Ricardo's hand would make contact with his well padded bottom. Red hand prints covered the teens rear end until there were so many that his ass looked like one glowing red mass. By the end of the "exercise" each man had raging hardons.

Next Ricardo had Adam do a full split. Adam slowly spread his legs wider and wider until they were spread to the limit and his ass cheeks touched the floor. The Ricardo told him to bounce.

Adam began to bounce as instructed. It was quite an erotic picture to see the teen bouncing up and down wearing practically nothing. Adam grunted and groaned as he bounced looking and sounding like a whore in heat. All the while Ricardo just watched enjoying the private show.

Next Adam was told to do a forward roll. He did the first successfully wedging his underwear deeper between his mountains of ass. Maybe it was the fact that the underwear was stretched to the limit. Maybe it was all the stretching or maybe it was a combination of both but the next forward roll Adam did was too much for the small garment. There was a loud RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPP as both sides of the under pants gave way and fell free as Adam continued to roll. Now Adam landed naked on his face, legs spread wide, his large shaved nuts on display between his thighs for his father's buddy to see.

Adam feigned embarrassment as he rolled over and made a show of trying to cover his engorged cock with his hands as he stood up, "I'm sorry, sir. I can't believe that just happened."

Ricardo slapped the teen’s hands away from his semi erect prick. "No, time for modesty, boy! Like I said before, I won't have you wasting my time. You'll just have to finish your lesson in the nude!"

"Yes, sir!" replied the young man with a wicked grin.

Ricardo ordered Adam to lie on his back and pull his knees back behind him so that they would touch the mat next to his head. Adam did as instructed pulling his knees back next to his ears. As he did Ricardo stood over him watching as his plump ass cheeks spread revealing his tight puckered pink anus.

Adam now had his knees next to his ears on the mat and his cock was in his own face, resting on his lips. Seductively he parted his lips and licked the head of his prick slowly. His eyes locked with the man old enough to be his father.

At this point both men knew all pretenses were off. Eyes still locked Ricardo whispered "Suck it. Suck your teen cock for me, boy."

This was a trick Adam had done many times in the privacy of his own room, But, never under anyone else's watchful eye. But, he obeyed, licking the head of his own cock then taking the head in his mouth. As Adam began to suck himself off Ricardo began to run his thumb along the youth's asshole.

"That's it you fuckin' cock tease suck that teen prick off," growled Ricardo with abandon lust.

Adam took more of his own meat in his mouth. He was incredibly aroused having his father's friend watch him pleasure himself. And the dirty talk was driving him wild.

"Yeah, suck it, pervert. Suck that thick meat. You like havin' you Dad's friend watch don't you? You fuckin' slut!"

Adam shook his head yes as he gobbled his eighteen year old cock. He loved being watched almost as much as he enjoyed having this sexy older man treat him like the slut he was.

Ricardo began to rim the teen’s ass as Adam continued sucking his own schlong. The older man worked his tongue in deep and Adam moaned. But, his moan was stifled by his own cock. Ricardo's tongue raped the boy's hole as Adam continued to deep throat himself.

Finally it was too much. Adam let out a loud muffled moan as his tool exploded in his mouth; like he always did when he was alone the youth tried to swallow all of his own seed. But, his cock was gushing out sweet salty spunk so fast it was impossible. Ricardo watched as the thick white goo poured out the corners of the young man's mouth and dribbled down his chin.

Adam continued to lap himself like a dog until he had licked up every last drop of his own spunk. Ricardo rose to his feet, the front of his sweat pants were covered in his own load of spunk, which he had shot as he was eating out his friend's son.

Ricardo cracked Adam's still red ass and told him to hit the showers. He then reminded the boy, with a wink, that their next "practice" was the following Monday at 7:00 and it was uniform optional.

The End