by BubbleButtLuvr
Eighteen year old Glen Deaning stuck his head into the hallway and called out, "Has anyone seen my baseball uniform!?"
From downstairs in the living room Dean's brother Carl called back, "Yeah I saw it hanging in the basement!" From up above Carl could hear Dean's footsteps as he ran down the hall and the descended the stairs. Carl was sitting on the sofa eating a bowl of cereal and watching ESPN when Glen appeared at the foot of the stairs clad only in a ridiculously small pair of leopard print bikini briefs.
"Woah! Little Brother!" said nineteen year old Carl. "What the hell are you wearing?"
"They're my lucky briefs," replied Glen looking down at his lean well defined muscular body.
"Looks more like an eye patch to me," retorted Carl who in comparison to his brother was fully clothed in gray sweat pants and a bright royal blue T-shirt.
"Ha. Ha. Very funny," snapped Glen. "These are the underwear Jeannie bought for me the first time we fucked. She said she saw 'em and thought my ass would look hot in 'em. Unfortunately she didn't know my size and they are a little too small but they brought me luck that night with her so ever since then every time I have something big coming up I wear them. I guess you could say they're my "lucky" underpants."
"Those things are way too small to be called "pants" of any kind," replied Carl.
It was a fact--the underwear that Glen wore were way too small and tight for his build. Glen was by no means fat. He was lean and well defined. However, no matter what he did he couldn't lose his ass. In fact it just seemed to get larger and larger. It was perfectly round and stuck out far in back giving a sexy shelf appearance that the ladies loved. Not to mention some of the guys. Plus it had just the right mixture of firmness yet still had some jiggle and bounce. On top of this Glen resembled a teen aged Dean Cain so he was quite the ladies man.
"Again! Ha. Ha," Glen replied as he turned his back to his brother and made his way toward the basement.
"Holy, SHIT!" exclaimed Carl and he got a look at his younger brother from behind. If the briefs were small from the front they were minuscule from behind. The sheer size of Glen's backside and the smallness of the undergarment made Glen's ass appear to be twice as large and round as it was. And that was saying something.
"What?" asked glen looking back over his shoulder.
"Nothing," said Carl. "It's just well…I always knew you had a fat ass but in those briefs it looks even more enormous--if that's possible. I mean hell at least 3/4 of your ass is hanging out the back there."
Glen looked over his shoulder and down at his ass which from his vantage point appeared to balloon out in back. Then he backed up a few steps toward his brother and bent slightly at the waist shoving his big butt melons in Carl's face. He then ran his hand seductively along his meaty cheek and then gave it a quick slap. Then jokingly asked, "You checkin' out my ass Bro? You turning queer on me?"
Carl reached out and pushed Glen's ass, his fleshy buttocks was warm to the touch. "Fuck you, Glen," laughed Carl.
Glen let out a small laugh and then ran down the basement step, his big bottom jiggling with each footfall. Three minutes later Glen reappeared dressed in the red and white uniform of his team, The Sabers. Carl started to feel a little bit bad for what he was planning to do to Glen but then when he thought of how Glen ruined his chances with Beth Morgan the guilt went away. It was just last night that Carl had asked to borrow his brother's car while his brakes were being worked on. Glen said no because Carl never filled the tank. Carl begged him assuring his younger brother that he would fill the tank. He just couldn't break this date with Beth since it was their first and he had been trying for months to get her to go out with him. Glen refused and Carl had to break his date at the last minute with one very pissed off Beth Morgan. Carl vowed revenge on Glen.
Carl's plan was simple. Glen always had trouble finding pants that fit right because of his large buns. He tended to split them out easily. So after everyone had gone to bed Carl snuck into the basement and ran a razor along the back seem of Glen's baseball pants. He knew it was just a matter of time before Glen's monster butt broke the thin threads and his lard ass split out the back in front of everyone. That would teach him to screw with Carl. And after seeing Glen's choice in underwear, which wasn't much bigger than a thong, Carl knew it would be extra embarrassing for his younger brother.
Mr. & Mrs. Deaning appeared at the foot of the stairs. "Well, is everyone ready?" asked Mr. Deaning.
"Sure are," said Glen. And with that the entire family made its way to the car to watch Glen's game and ultimately his shame.
The Deanings’ made it to the field in enough time for Glen to join his team in some stretching exercises. Carl and his parents found seats in the stands while down on the field Glen and his buddies prepared for their game. Before long things were underway; the game progressed as normal. Glen got a home run and had stopped quit a few runs at his position on third base. The Sabers were up by 3 and at the top of the 8th it appeared as though the Sabers would be the victors.
From the stands Carl watched. He was beginning to think that maybe his plan to humiliate his brother had failed. The Sabers were out on the field and Glen was at his position on third, his white uniform pants taut across his ample backside. The other team was up at bat. The pitch was thrown, the ball made contact with the bat. There was a loud crack as the two made met. The ball sailed through the air and made its way toward third base. Glen jumped up his hand raised high to catch the ball. He was in mid air when it finally happened. There was a loud RRRRIIIIIPPPPPPP…followed by a rush of air across Glen's over stuffed ass cushions. Instinctively Glen's hands went to his behind to cover it. His glove fell to the ground and he tried to pull the seat of his pants together in vain. The entire back seam was ripped out of the teen’s pants.
There was a loud burst of laughter from the stands as Glen fought to cover his massive buns. The little cotton leopard print bikini briefs barely covered him. His huge cheeks appeared to swallow the small undergarment as the back rode up the youth's ass crack. Glen's face flushed red with embarrassment as he ran across the field to the dugout calling a time out. His melon sized ass cheeks quivered and bounced as Glen ran. Glen felt exposed and humiliated and the thought of all those people watching his huge hiney dance. Coach Hill and the rest of the team all came into the dug out.
"Deaning! What the hell is going on!?" demanded the Coach.
"Coach Hill, it's my pants, Sir. They...well, they split.," replied Glen turning his back to his coach and bending slightly to show his the huge rip, his meaty ass peaking out from underneath the remainder of his pants and scant bikini.
Coach Hill laughed and slapped Glen on the ass, "Nice "Panties! Okay, Deaning hit the locker Room. Stevens, you go in for Deaning."
With that Glen turned and ran toward the locker room. As he ran past his teammates one of the guys slapped his fleshy behind. Then the rest of the guys followed suit. Each guy slapped the fat ass of Glen as he ran past them. By the time he got to the locker room every one of Glen's teammates had slapped his monster gluts. His ass was stinging and red with hand prints.
From the stands Carl was laughing his head off and Glen's shame as he thought to himself, "That'll teach him." Carl rose and made his way to the locker room to make certain his little brother knew that what had happened to him was pay back for the night before and that Glen had better not fuck with him again.
In the locker room Glen was standing with his back to a full-length mirror looking back over his shoulder at the huge rip in his pants. He had hoped that maybe it wasn't as bad as he thought it was. Unfortunately it was. The entire seat of his pants was split out. His lard ass was completely exposed. His bikini briefs were so small that more of his cheeks were exposed than covered. However, the small animal print briefs were still visible. Glen blushed again at the though of all his teammates seeing his sexy underwear.
Glen pulled his pants off over his cleats then pulled his jersey over his head and threw it to the floor. He was now dressed simply in his cleats, socks and thong like bikini. The small garment rode up his ass and he pulled it out and over his ample cheeks as best he could. From the doorway there was laughter. Glen turned quickly to find Carl standing there laughing his head off. "What's so fuckin' funny!?" snapped Glen.
"You," said Carl. "I hope that teaches you a lesson."
"What do you mean?" inquired Glen.
"The next time I ask to borrow your car maybe you'll let me and then I won't have to tamper with the seat of your pants," sneered Carl.
A look of recognition passed over Glen's face as he realized that his brother was responsible for his humiliation. "You mean you tampered with the seat of my pants so they'd split just because I wouldn't let you use my car?"
"Yep!" laughed Carl.
Glen saw red as he charged at his brother. Carl didn't even have time to react. Glen was on him in a split second grappling at the waist of Carl's sweat pants. Glen grabbed the waistband and yank down Carl's Sweats to the knee's. Glen then pulled Carl's pants forward causing Carl to fall backwards onto his ass. Glen pulled Carl's pants off right over his sneakers. Carl was left in a bright blue jock strap that matched his T-shirt.
"There! Let's see how you like being exposed!" yelled Glen.
"You fucking idiot!" snapped Carl.
"Don't like it do you?" asked Glen.
Carl rose to his feet, his own small, perfectly round hard ass exposed the same way his younger brother's large perfectly round bouncy ass was. Carl charged at Glen knocking him to the locker room floor. The two brothers began rolling around on the floor. Glen's bikini rode up between his balloon-like ass cheeks as the two teens wrestled. Carl overpowered Glen pinning him to the floor as he sat on his younger brother's chest. Glen raised his legs and kneed his brother in the back causing Carl to flip off the younger boy. As he flipped Carl's ass went air bound and his small ass cheek's spread wide exposing his tight ass hole.
Glen jumped on Carl's back as Carl began to raise to his feet. Carl backed into the wall and slammed Glen into it causing the eighteen year old to let go and fall to the ground. Glen rolled trying to knock Carl off balance but Carl jumped and Glen missed him. Carl reached down and grabbed the waistband of Glen's skimpy leopard print bikini and gave him a wedgie. Glen yelled as the small material dug into his ass hole. Carl continued to pull until there was a loud RRRRIIIPPP and the minuscule underwear gave way and came flying from Glen's body. His massive ass quivered and his low hanging hairy nuts and thick flaccid cock flopped free.
"You asshole!!!" bellowed Glen as he jumped to his feet tackling his brother. Glen pulled the tail of Carl's T-shirt up over the older boys head in an attempt to blind him. Carl pulled the shirt up over his head and let it slide free down his arms so that now he was in just his bright blue jock and sneakers, which was still more than Glen had on now that Carl had ripped off his underwear. Glen stood there in just his cleats and socks, his naked body fully exposed, with his large balls swinging between his thighs.
Carl dove at his brother's knees knocking him off balance. Glen landed on his brother and the two began to roll around on the floor. Glen knocked Carl on his back and mounted his chest. Glen sat on Carl's chest with his back to Carl's face. Glen pinned his brother’s arms to the ground with his legs. Glen leaned forward and held down Carl's legs with his hands. As Glen leaned forward his massive ass pushed back and spread wide open. His puckered ass hole was visible to his older brother. Carl managed to get one arm free. Like an archer taking aim at his target Carl took his middle finger and took aim at his target, Glen's ass hole. In one quick thrust Carl rammed his finger up his little brother's ass.
"YYYYEEEEOOOWWW!!!!!" yelled Glen as he jumped off his brother and half way across the room. His heavy balls swung back bouncing off his jiggling ass.
From the doorway there was a loud burst of laughter. Both young men forgot about their fight and looked toward the door. Standing there watching their naked fight was Coach Hill and the entire team all laughing uproariously. During their fight the game had ended and neither guy had realized that they were no longer alone. Both youth's turned bright red at being caught not only in this state of undress but also at the idea that their naked fight had been witnessed by the whole team. Both boys grabbed their clothing quickly and wordlessly and ran to separate bathroom stalls to dress.
Once they were dressed the two brothers made their way across the locker room, which was still filled with team members, who were still laughing at the two guys’ naked wrestling match. Both flushed red again and hung their heads as they made their way through the crowd. They had both been exposed and humiliated and would think twice before fucking the other one over again.
The End
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Saturday, October 27, 2012
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Glen: Exposed At A Soccer Match
by BubbleButtLuvr
It had been a good season and it all came down to these last four minutes of the soccer match. Glen Deaning's High School soccer team, the Wolverines, were minutes away from scoring the biggest victory of the year. If they could triumph and beat the Hurricanes they would be able to go to the National Championship in Miami, Florida. Each young man wanted this and was working hard to achieve it. Glen was playing his usual position as goalie.
Glen crouched low in the net, trying to block as much of it as he could with his well-defined body. The blue nylon material of his Umbros stretched to the limit against his colossal backside. As he did, Glen thought how great it would be to go to national competition. But, at the present he had one more thing on his mind: he hoped that his soccer shorts would hold out and not rip until the match was over.
You see at 18, Glen was a very handsome young man bearing a remarkable resemblance to a teenage Dean Cain with his dark hair and sexy eyes. But, the one big difference between Glen and Dean Cain was Glen's massive butt. Glen had always had trouble when it came to being fitted for pants. If they fit in the waist, they were tight in the ass. If they fit in the ass, they were loose in the waist. It was a vicious cycle.
At the first soccer practice of the season, Glen had split his shorts right down the back. He was slightly embarrassed. But, it wasn't too bad. When his shorts split his bare jock-strapped backside was displayed to all of his teammates. But hell, they had all seen his bare ass before in the locker room. And, he had seen theirs. So, while it was somewhat embarrassing to be the only one on display, it wasn't as bad as if the stands had been filled with fans. In fact, when his Umbros split Coach Adam's just slapped him on his exposed backside and told him to hit the showers. He was excused.
Ever since that day, Glen had had his soccer shorts specially made to ensure extra room in the seat. And, he never ever put them in the dryer, just to make sure there was no shrinkage. Well, last night after washing them, he accidentally put them in the dryer. He was furious with himself, yet had no choice but to wear them today.
As he stood in the goalie box, he could feel the nylon pulled taut against his voluminous 18-year old ass, caressing his jockstrap-encased buns. Mentally, he envisioned the shorts giving way. It was as if he could actually feel the threads coming loose. But, that was silly. The game was almost over and he had to do was concentrate on the match. Everything would be fine.
Glen watched as the blue & white uniforms of his team intermingled with the red & white of their opponents. The score was tied. But, Glen had vowed that no one would score another goal on him today. He intended to keep that vow.
The next thing Glen saw was a soccer ball flying through the air. He jumped up and dove at it, his excessive butt jiggling in his tight Umbros. He stopped the ball in mid-air, preventing the Hurricanes from scoring. However, as the teen jumped up there was the audible sound of material ripping and Glen felt an unmistakable cool breeze rush over his plump buns.
Glen landed on the ground face down on top of the ball. The seat of his pants had finally given way under the unbelievable strain of his oversized ass. The youth’s big buns were completely exposed except for the small leg strap of his jock.
Coach Adams called a time out and all the young men gathered. "Deaning," he said, "I guess you’re out of the game."
"No!" pleaded Glen. "I can play. My parents and brother are in the stands. Mom always carries a sewing kit in her purse. She can put a few stitches in my shorts and I'll be fine. Please!" . Coach Adam's agreed and sent one of the players to the stands to get Glen's family. It was true that Glen's mom always carried a sewing kit. It came in handy more than once after Glen's mammoth butt ripped out so many pairs of pants.
Glen and his team waited for what seemed like an eternity for his family to make it to the sidelines. Glen was red with embarrassment at the thought of his entire school staring at his big naked behind.
When Glen's family finally arrived his father was laughing as hard as could be. "Oh, Glen," he said, "Not again!"
Coach Adams looked at Mrs. Deaning and asked, "Do you think you can stitch them up?"
"Yes," she replied.
To Glen's father she said, "You pull the two pieces of material together in the back. I'll pin them and I can stitch the shorts right up with him still in them."
Mr. Deaning got behind his son, still laughing at the sight of his massive exposed butt. He grabbed the two pieces of material and tried to bring them together. But, Glen's behind didn't want to cooperate. It still stuck way too far out.
Mr. Deaning put his hands on his son's super-sized ass and tried to shove it into the ripped shorts. But, it was no use. Finally, Mr. Deaning took the two ripped ends and with one quick tug pulled as hard as he could to make the pieces meet. There was a loud rip and the shorts were torn right off Glen's body.
Mr. Deaning fell back onto his butt, the two pieces of his son's shorts still in his hands. Glen's vast ass jiggled and bounced up & down. The teen tried to pull his jersey down to cover his nakedness. But, it was no use. He was exposed and humiliated before all his classmates. Glenn just stood there red-faced as his teammates laughed at him, as did his father, mother and brother.
"Well, Deaning," began Coach Adams, "I guess you’re out of the game now. I'm sorry. Winslow will have to finish the match."
Bill Winslow was nowhere near as good as Glen. Even Bill knew it. Glen wanted to lead his team to victory and the National Championship. Bill would crack under the pressure for sure.
"No! Please, Coach let me finish out the game!" begged the boy.
"How?" asked the coach, "You have no pants. No offense, but your backside is kinda large. You'll never fit into anyone else's uniform."
Glen blushed when the Coach talked about the size of his ass. But, he knew it was true. He had only one choice.
"I'll play like this," murmured Glen.
What?" declared Coach Adams. "You can't play in just your jock, Deaning."
"Is there a rule against it, Coach?"
Coach Adams stammered, "W-w-w-ell, no. But, your naked butt will be exposed for everyone to see."
Glen knew this and was embarrassed by this thought but he wanted to win this match more than anything. The clock was down to just over three minutes. He would suck it up and do it.
"I don't care. I want to play," he said.
Since there was no rule against it and Glen wanted to play so badly, Coach Adams relented and Glen rejoined the game. He played without any pants and wearing just a jock.
There was a combination of cheers and laughter from the crowd in the stands as the bubble-butted youth jogged back to his post as goalie. His tremendous ass jiggled and bounced as he ran.
As the youth looked into the stands he saw the leering face of his neighbor, Mr. Bennington. Something about this old pervert made Glen feel exposed even when he was fully clothed. Now, with his ass on display he felt like a piece of meat for this old man to inspect.
With just over three minutes left, the game resumed. Glen stood in the goalie box, his legs slightly bent and his fat ass pushing way out behind him. The people in the stands behind the teen had a clear view over his white and meaty mounds. As Glen moved around the goalie box his whopping behind jiggled like a mound of flesh-colored Jell-O. There were hoots and catcalls from the fans in the stands, no doubt led by Mr. Bennington. Glen felt his face flush with embarrassment.
One of the guys from the Hurricanes came charging down the field at Glen. He kicked the ball and Glen jumped at it, knocking the ball to the ground and stopping the goal. His mountain of an ass bounced as he hit the ground.
Back on his feet, the game started up again. The clock was ticking away. The Wolverines scored a goal and were now ahead. Glen just had to stop the Hurricanes from scoring and his team would go to Nationals.
The game progressed with Glen's whopping butt on display for the entire crowd to see. The clock ticked away as Glen defended his goal. Despite the laughter and catcalls from the crowd, the teen did his best to protect his goal. And, in the end he was successful. The buzzer went off and the match was complete. The Wolverines were the victors. The whole team came running over the Glen. They all jumped on him and congratulated him on his good game. All the guys slapped Glen on his fat bare ass. A couple even seemed to actually grab his huge hind end and cop a feel, though with all the people around him Glen couldn't tell who it had been.
The next morning, plastered across the front page of the local sports section was a large photo of Glen jumping up to stop a goal. His big ass was bare as he dove through the air. Glen was totally embarrassed by the picture. But, his family thought it was hysterical. His neighbor, Mr. Bennington, on the other hand loved it so much that he bought a few extra copies and was sure to cut them out and save them for future use.
The End
It had been a good season and it all came down to these last four minutes of the soccer match. Glen Deaning's High School soccer team, the Wolverines, were minutes away from scoring the biggest victory of the year. If they could triumph and beat the Hurricanes they would be able to go to the National Championship in Miami, Florida. Each young man wanted this and was working hard to achieve it. Glen was playing his usual position as goalie.
Glen crouched low in the net, trying to block as much of it as he could with his well-defined body. The blue nylon material of his Umbros stretched to the limit against his colossal backside. As he did, Glen thought how great it would be to go to national competition. But, at the present he had one more thing on his mind: he hoped that his soccer shorts would hold out and not rip until the match was over.
You see at 18, Glen was a very handsome young man bearing a remarkable resemblance to a teenage Dean Cain with his dark hair and sexy eyes. But, the one big difference between Glen and Dean Cain was Glen's massive butt. Glen had always had trouble when it came to being fitted for pants. If they fit in the waist, they were tight in the ass. If they fit in the ass, they were loose in the waist. It was a vicious cycle.
At the first soccer practice of the season, Glen had split his shorts right down the back. He was slightly embarrassed. But, it wasn't too bad. When his shorts split his bare jock-strapped backside was displayed to all of his teammates. But hell, they had all seen his bare ass before in the locker room. And, he had seen theirs. So, while it was somewhat embarrassing to be the only one on display, it wasn't as bad as if the stands had been filled with fans. In fact, when his Umbros split Coach Adam's just slapped him on his exposed backside and told him to hit the showers. He was excused.
Ever since that day, Glen had had his soccer shorts specially made to ensure extra room in the seat. And, he never ever put them in the dryer, just to make sure there was no shrinkage. Well, last night after washing them, he accidentally put them in the dryer. He was furious with himself, yet had no choice but to wear them today.
As he stood in the goalie box, he could feel the nylon pulled taut against his voluminous 18-year old ass, caressing his jockstrap-encased buns. Mentally, he envisioned the shorts giving way. It was as if he could actually feel the threads coming loose. But, that was silly. The game was almost over and he had to do was concentrate on the match. Everything would be fine.
Glen watched as the blue & white uniforms of his team intermingled with the red & white of their opponents. The score was tied. But, Glen had vowed that no one would score another goal on him today. He intended to keep that vow.
The next thing Glen saw was a soccer ball flying through the air. He jumped up and dove at it, his excessive butt jiggling in his tight Umbros. He stopped the ball in mid-air, preventing the Hurricanes from scoring. However, as the teen jumped up there was the audible sound of material ripping and Glen felt an unmistakable cool breeze rush over his plump buns.
Glen landed on the ground face down on top of the ball. The seat of his pants had finally given way under the unbelievable strain of his oversized ass. The youth’s big buns were completely exposed except for the small leg strap of his jock.
Coach Adams called a time out and all the young men gathered. "Deaning," he said, "I guess you’re out of the game."
"No!" pleaded Glen. "I can play. My parents and brother are in the stands. Mom always carries a sewing kit in her purse. She can put a few stitches in my shorts and I'll be fine. Please!" . Coach Adam's agreed and sent one of the players to the stands to get Glen's family. It was true that Glen's mom always carried a sewing kit. It came in handy more than once after Glen's mammoth butt ripped out so many pairs of pants.
Glen and his team waited for what seemed like an eternity for his family to make it to the sidelines. Glen was red with embarrassment at the thought of his entire school staring at his big naked behind.
When Glen's family finally arrived his father was laughing as hard as could be. "Oh, Glen," he said, "Not again!"
Coach Adams looked at Mrs. Deaning and asked, "Do you think you can stitch them up?"
"Yes," she replied.
To Glen's father she said, "You pull the two pieces of material together in the back. I'll pin them and I can stitch the shorts right up with him still in them."
Mr. Deaning got behind his son, still laughing at the sight of his massive exposed butt. He grabbed the two pieces of material and tried to bring them together. But, Glen's behind didn't want to cooperate. It still stuck way too far out.
Mr. Deaning put his hands on his son's super-sized ass and tried to shove it into the ripped shorts. But, it was no use. Finally, Mr. Deaning took the two ripped ends and with one quick tug pulled as hard as he could to make the pieces meet. There was a loud rip and the shorts were torn right off Glen's body.
Mr. Deaning fell back onto his butt, the two pieces of his son's shorts still in his hands. Glen's vast ass jiggled and bounced up & down. The teen tried to pull his jersey down to cover his nakedness. But, it was no use. He was exposed and humiliated before all his classmates. Glenn just stood there red-faced as his teammates laughed at him, as did his father, mother and brother.
"Well, Deaning," began Coach Adams, "I guess you’re out of the game now. I'm sorry. Winslow will have to finish the match."
Bill Winslow was nowhere near as good as Glen. Even Bill knew it. Glen wanted to lead his team to victory and the National Championship. Bill would crack under the pressure for sure.
"No! Please, Coach let me finish out the game!" begged the boy.
"How?" asked the coach, "You have no pants. No offense, but your backside is kinda large. You'll never fit into anyone else's uniform."
Glen blushed when the Coach talked about the size of his ass. But, he knew it was true. He had only one choice.
"I'll play like this," murmured Glen.
What?" declared Coach Adams. "You can't play in just your jock, Deaning."
"Is there a rule against it, Coach?"
Coach Adams stammered, "W-w-w-ell, no. But, your naked butt will be exposed for everyone to see."
Glen knew this and was embarrassed by this thought but he wanted to win this match more than anything. The clock was down to just over three minutes. He would suck it up and do it.
"I don't care. I want to play," he said.
Since there was no rule against it and Glen wanted to play so badly, Coach Adams relented and Glen rejoined the game. He played without any pants and wearing just a jock.
There was a combination of cheers and laughter from the crowd in the stands as the bubble-butted youth jogged back to his post as goalie. His tremendous ass jiggled and bounced as he ran.
As the youth looked into the stands he saw the leering face of his neighbor, Mr. Bennington. Something about this old pervert made Glen feel exposed even when he was fully clothed. Now, with his ass on display he felt like a piece of meat for this old man to inspect.
With just over three minutes left, the game resumed. Glen stood in the goalie box, his legs slightly bent and his fat ass pushing way out behind him. The people in the stands behind the teen had a clear view over his white and meaty mounds. As Glen moved around the goalie box his whopping behind jiggled like a mound of flesh-colored Jell-O. There were hoots and catcalls from the fans in the stands, no doubt led by Mr. Bennington. Glen felt his face flush with embarrassment.
One of the guys from the Hurricanes came charging down the field at Glen. He kicked the ball and Glen jumped at it, knocking the ball to the ground and stopping the goal. His mountain of an ass bounced as he hit the ground.
Back on his feet, the game started up again. The clock was ticking away. The Wolverines scored a goal and were now ahead. Glen just had to stop the Hurricanes from scoring and his team would go to Nationals.
The game progressed with Glen's whopping butt on display for the entire crowd to see. The clock ticked away as Glen defended his goal. Despite the laughter and catcalls from the crowd, the teen did his best to protect his goal. And, in the end he was successful. The buzzer went off and the match was complete. The Wolverines were the victors. The whole team came running over the Glen. They all jumped on him and congratulated him on his good game. All the guys slapped Glen on his fat bare ass. A couple even seemed to actually grab his huge hind end and cop a feel, though with all the people around him Glen couldn't tell who it had been.
The next morning, plastered across the front page of the local sports section was a large photo of Glen jumping up to stop a goal. His big ass was bare as he dove through the air. Glen was totally embarrassed by the picture. But, his family thought it was hysterical. His neighbor, Mr. Bennington, on the other hand loved it so much that he bought a few extra copies and was sure to cut them out and save them for future use.
The End
Sunday, June 24, 2012
Glen: Locked Out Part 1
by BubbleButtLuvr
Eighteen-year-old Glen Deaning loved Saturday mornings. As long as he could remember his parents always took Saturday mornings to go to The Farms Market to get fresh fruits and vegetables for the week. And for the past year his brother, Carl had been working the breakfast shift at the restaurant, which left Glen alone to enjoy his solitude. Something he didn't get to do very often. So, he really looked forward to his Saturday alone time.
Growing up Glen loved to run around the house in his underwear. For him it was so freeing. But as he got into his teens his father sat him down and had a talk with him. Telling him that he probably shouldn't be running around practically naked in front of his mother. So out of respect for her he stopped this but he truly missed it. So whenever he was alone he always took the opportunity to revisit his younger days and strip down to just his underwear and roam the house freely like he did when he was a boy.
Glen was your average 18 year old. He was a senior in high school and played goalie on the high school soccer team. His grades were good and so was his reputation with the ladies. He was your typical All American boy next-door type. Glen was very handsome and charming and had no trouble finding a date. In fact Glen resembled a young Dean Cain, from his days on Lois & Clark. Glen was every bit as good looking resembling the actor not only facially but also physically. The biggest difference was in Glen's ass.
He had one of those asses that made everyone stand up and take notice. They reason being was its immense size. His muscular shoulders tapered into a 31" waist but his butt ballooned out so much in back that it looked ridiculous. It was full and round and just so out there. All the years of playing soccer had strengthened Glen's thighs and ass so much that they were now to the point of looking abnormal they were so massive compared to the rest of him.
Carl had already left for the restaurant and Glen was on the couch in his white terry cloth bathrobe, watching ESPN, waiting for his parents to leave so he could enjoy his alone time. Both parents entered from the kitchen and announced that they were off. Glen said good-bye and his parents were on their way out the door. His mother turned and said, "Oh, Glen, please be a dear and empty the trash while we're gone. There seems to be a funny smell coming from it and I don't want it to smell up the whole house." Glen agreed and his parents left.
Glen jumped up and watched his parents’ car pull out of the drive and down the street. As soon as it was out of view Glen untied his robe and let it fall to the floor in a heap. Underneath Glen wore his favorite and most comfortable pair of briefs. They were tan and green camouflage bikini briefs. Glen had ordered them from a catalogue when he was 15 because he liked the way they looked. They became his favorite pair of underwear. He liked the way the thin Lycra/cotton material hugged his fat ass cheeks like a second skin. And even after three years of wear they were still in excellent shape. However, over the past three years Glen had grown, especially his ass. Therefore, the bikini was a size or two too small for Glen's oversized rump. But he didn't care he still loved the way the garment fit him. He didn't even mind that his monstrous cheeks came pouring out the sides like water from a faucet.
The teen decided to make himself some breakfast so he headed for the kitchen. He pulled a loaf of bread from the breadbox and pulled out two slices popping them in the toaster. He then smelt something funny. Oh, yeah the garbage. His mother had asked him to take it out because it smelled bad. Glen got a twist tie from the drawer and tied up the bag. The trashcan was outside on the far end of the patio and a privacy fence closed in the whole back yard so Glen didn't worry about the neighbors seeing him in just his scant bikini. Without a thought Glen opened the door and stepped out onto the patio in his bare feet. His voluminous behind bouncing in the stretchy camouflage bikini as he made his way to the can.
Glen dropped the bag in the can and heard a slam from behind. He turned quickly to see that the back door had slammed shut on him. He raced back to the door. his colossal backside jiggling as he ran. He turned to knob and pushed on the door but it was useless. The door was locked and he had no way back in the house. He began to pace back and forth on the patio wondering what to do. Then it hit him. His Mom always left the window open a crack after everyone took their morning shower to give the room a chance to air out. He'd just climb in through the window. However, the window was on the side of the house and Glen would have to leave the yard to do this. But there was no other way.
He opened the tall wooden gate a crack and stuck his head out. No one was in sight, which Glen was thankful for. Old Mr. Bennington lived on this side of the Deaning’s and Glen never felt comfortable around the man. He had moved in a year or so ago. Supposedly after his wife passed away. Glen had a hard time believing that this man was ever married to a woman the way he leered at the good looking 18 year old. It wasn't the fact that Mr. Bennington was gay that bothered Glen but rather the way the older man appeared to undress him mentally every time they met.
In this day and age Glen knew several guys in his class that were gay and one of them, Eric Stevens, was even one of Glen's best friends. They had gone on camping trips together, had sleepovers together, even changed in front of one another in gym class. So Glen was far from homo phobic he just didn't like being oogled like a piece of prime rib by a man old enough to be his grandfather. And if Mr. Bennington saw him in his bikini briefs the old man wouldn't have to undress him with his eyes any longer since most of the teen was on display already.
Glen crept out of the yard slowly making sure the coast was clear. It appeared to be so he made his way out closing the gate behind him. That's when he noticed Mr. Bennington on his knees doing some weeding right along the fence. Glen jumped back startled. Mr. Bennington looked up and saw the scantly clad teen standing before, a big grin appearing on his face. "M-m-m-mr. Bennington," stammered Glen whose face was now crimson from embarrassment.
"What are you up to today, Glen?", asked the older man as his eyes roamed up and down the youths muscular body but never making eye contact.
"I accidentally locked myself out and was going to try and climb in through the bathroom window.", replied Glen fully aware of his state of undress. He tried to cover his crotch with his hands but really what was the point.
"Well, good luck.", said Mr. Bennington who was rising to his feet and heading for his back door.
This didn't fool Glen. He knew the old pervert was going to watch him from his window. And sure enough no sooner had the old man's door closed his draped began to move and out of the darkness one eye peered out into back yard and focused itself on the almost naked teen. Glen didn't have time to worry about Mr. Bennington now. He had to get in the house. He made his way to the bathroom window, which was open slightly. Then window was a little to high so Glen had to get a chair from the patio to stand on. This worked perfectly. He pushed the window all the way open and judged its size. It wasn't very big but he felt confident he could make it through.
Glen put his hands on the window ledge and jumped slightly to hoist himself up. The 18 year olds enormous backside jiggled and his skimpy bikini rode up on him as he jumped. He knew Mr. Bennington was loving this but had no choice. He needed in the house. He had to jump a couple of times before he was able to hoist himself up. He was able to get his head in the window then his left arm followed by the right. Now he braced his arms against the inside bathroom wall and began to pull him self into the bathroom. His chest was now in while out in the back yard his legs kicked and flailed as his buns bounced. Glen's stomach was now in and he continued to push himself. That's when he felt it. His ass was touching the window. "Fuck!" thought Glen. He wiggled and tried to pull his gigantic posterior through the small window but it was useless, his ass was just to fat.
He decided to push himself back out and come up with a new plan. However, this was not to be. Glen was stuck. He wiggled and squirmed and kicked but it was useless Glen's immense behind was jammed in the window. He was truly a sight to behold. His plump ass hanging out the bathroom window barely covered by a pair of camouflage bikini briefs that were working their way up his crack fast. This whole scene being watched by Glen's perverted old neighbor. "Great!", thought Glen. "The old pervert is probably taking pictures of my ass right now."
Time went by slowly for Glen as he lay there wedged in the window. A couple of hours passed and he was still stuck. Then he heard a car in the driveway. "Hey!" screamed Glen. "Back here. Help!"
Around the corner appeared Glen's 19-year-old brother Carl. Carl was every bit as good looking as Glen without the extra ass cushion but still he was no slouch with the ladies. Carl burst out in laughter. "What are you doing?", he asked his younger brother.
Glen recounted the whole story quickly and begged Carl to help him get out.
Carl just laughed and asked, "What the hell are you wearin', Bro?"
"Please, just get me out and you can critique my choice in underwear later."
"Okay," said Carl. "What do you want me to do?"
"Well," replied Glen. "It seems to be my big butt that has me stuck so why don't you pull me back out the way I came in."
Carl looked his little brother’s hind end over trying to decide where to grab and pull. He finally decided that the best thing to do was to grab hold of each side of Glen's bikini and yank him out this way. Carl reached up and grabbed either side of Glen's tan and green underwear and pulled quickly. Everything happened so quick Glen had no time to react or object. Glen felt the material of his bikini give way and then there was a loud RRRRIIIIPPPPP!!! Carl toppled backwards and the scant bikini went flying through the air. Glen's monster ass jiggled and bounced, his flaccid cock and well-groomed balls flopped out and grazed against the window ledge. From across the yard still peeking from his window was Mr. Bennington loving the whole sight.
Carl got back to his feet, "I guess that wasn't such a good idea."
"I guess not!," barked Glen looking back over his shoulder but unable to see anything but his own two flesh colored ass mountains. "Look maybe you can try and push me through the window."
"I'll try." So Carl got behind Glen and began to shove his legs which wasn't working. Then he got the idea to try and push down his over stuffed ass. Carl placed his hands on his brother's ass and began to push it down trying to squeeze it through the window. Carl had a hand on each big cheek and was pushing hard when he lost his footing and slipped. As he slipped his right hand slide down Glen's cheek and made it's way between his massive buns. As Carl feel forward his index finger actually made it's way straight up Glen's ass hole in one quick motion all the way to the knuckle.
Glen let out a loud shriek arching his back and lifting his head high shocked by what had just happened. Glen had never had anything shoved up his ass before so this was a shock to him. "What the hell did you do that for!!!!" Glen screamed enraged.
"Sorry, Bro it was an accident", said Carl popping his finger out of his little brothers ass and sniffing it. "Yuck, gross my finger smells like your butt."
"What's going on back here?", came the voice of Mr. Deaning as he rounded the corner with Mrs. Deaning at his side.
Mrs. Deaning gasp at the sight of her youngest son's hefty bare bottom wedged in the bathroom window. Mr. Deaning just began to laugh out loud. Carl quickly filled his parents in on how they had gotten to this point. The senior Deaning thought for a moment then spoke, "Carl you and your Mother get into the bathroom and push on Glen's shoulders. I'll pull on his legs from out here. I don't think we'll ever get his considerable ass through the window an other way."
Carl and Mrs. Deaning headed for the bathroom and Mr. Deaning got in between his younger boys legs, spreading them wide so he could get in between and wrap his arms around his sons big thighs. His face was inches from his son's ass which was now spread wide open, Glen's tight pink hole peaking out at his old man. "Okay.", called Glen's father to his mother and brother. "Push!"
Mrs. Deaning and Carl pushed on Glen's shoulders as Mr. Deaning pulled the teens thighs. Glen was wedged tight and didn't appear to budge. Carl put all his weight into Glen's shoulder. Mr. Deaning braced his foot against the house then all of a sudden without warning and with one big POP! Glen broke free of the window.
At exactly the same time Mr. Deaning lost his footing and fell backwards onto his back. Glen came flying from the window. Mr. Deaning looked up and in the split second before everything went black he saw his son's bare mammoth behind barreling at him. He opened his mouth to scream just as Glen landed smack dab in the middle of his face, ass down, his perfectly groomed balls resting on his dad's chin.
Glen's expansive behind enveloped his father's face as Mr. Deaning let out a scream. As he screamed Mr. Deaning's tongue licked the outside of Glen's ass hole and caused a vibration that shoot right through Glen's body. Glen jumped to his feet his cock and balls flopping and his considerable posterior bouncing. All the while Mr. Bennington was still watching from his window, just one eye peaking out. "Old pervert.", thought Glen.
Mrs. Deaning and Carl were laughing from the window. Mr. Deaning sat up and spit trying to get the taste of his son out of his mouth. Glen helped him to his feet and the two men headed for the house. Later once Glen's father had brushed his teeth and gargled with mouthwash, effectively freeing his mouth for the taste of Glen's ass the whole family laughed at what had happened that day. And the story became one they'd tell again and again.
The End
Eighteen-year-old Glen Deaning loved Saturday mornings. As long as he could remember his parents always took Saturday mornings to go to The Farms Market to get fresh fruits and vegetables for the week. And for the past year his brother, Carl had been working the breakfast shift at the restaurant, which left Glen alone to enjoy his solitude. Something he didn't get to do very often. So, he really looked forward to his Saturday alone time.
Growing up Glen loved to run around the house in his underwear. For him it was so freeing. But as he got into his teens his father sat him down and had a talk with him. Telling him that he probably shouldn't be running around practically naked in front of his mother. So out of respect for her he stopped this but he truly missed it. So whenever he was alone he always took the opportunity to revisit his younger days and strip down to just his underwear and roam the house freely like he did when he was a boy.
Glen was your average 18 year old. He was a senior in high school and played goalie on the high school soccer team. His grades were good and so was his reputation with the ladies. He was your typical All American boy next-door type. Glen was very handsome and charming and had no trouble finding a date. In fact Glen resembled a young Dean Cain, from his days on Lois & Clark. Glen was every bit as good looking resembling the actor not only facially but also physically. The biggest difference was in Glen's ass.
He had one of those asses that made everyone stand up and take notice. They reason being was its immense size. His muscular shoulders tapered into a 31" waist but his butt ballooned out so much in back that it looked ridiculous. It was full and round and just so out there. All the years of playing soccer had strengthened Glen's thighs and ass so much that they were now to the point of looking abnormal they were so massive compared to the rest of him.
Carl had already left for the restaurant and Glen was on the couch in his white terry cloth bathrobe, watching ESPN, waiting for his parents to leave so he could enjoy his alone time. Both parents entered from the kitchen and announced that they were off. Glen said good-bye and his parents were on their way out the door. His mother turned and said, "Oh, Glen, please be a dear and empty the trash while we're gone. There seems to be a funny smell coming from it and I don't want it to smell up the whole house." Glen agreed and his parents left.
Glen jumped up and watched his parents’ car pull out of the drive and down the street. As soon as it was out of view Glen untied his robe and let it fall to the floor in a heap. Underneath Glen wore his favorite and most comfortable pair of briefs. They were tan and green camouflage bikini briefs. Glen had ordered them from a catalogue when he was 15 because he liked the way they looked. They became his favorite pair of underwear. He liked the way the thin Lycra/cotton material hugged his fat ass cheeks like a second skin. And even after three years of wear they were still in excellent shape. However, over the past three years Glen had grown, especially his ass. Therefore, the bikini was a size or two too small for Glen's oversized rump. But he didn't care he still loved the way the garment fit him. He didn't even mind that his monstrous cheeks came pouring out the sides like water from a faucet.
The teen decided to make himself some breakfast so he headed for the kitchen. He pulled a loaf of bread from the breadbox and pulled out two slices popping them in the toaster. He then smelt something funny. Oh, yeah the garbage. His mother had asked him to take it out because it smelled bad. Glen got a twist tie from the drawer and tied up the bag. The trashcan was outside on the far end of the patio and a privacy fence closed in the whole back yard so Glen didn't worry about the neighbors seeing him in just his scant bikini. Without a thought Glen opened the door and stepped out onto the patio in his bare feet. His voluminous behind bouncing in the stretchy camouflage bikini as he made his way to the can.
Glen dropped the bag in the can and heard a slam from behind. He turned quickly to see that the back door had slammed shut on him. He raced back to the door. his colossal backside jiggling as he ran. He turned to knob and pushed on the door but it was useless. The door was locked and he had no way back in the house. He began to pace back and forth on the patio wondering what to do. Then it hit him. His Mom always left the window open a crack after everyone took their morning shower to give the room a chance to air out. He'd just climb in through the window. However, the window was on the side of the house and Glen would have to leave the yard to do this. But there was no other way.
He opened the tall wooden gate a crack and stuck his head out. No one was in sight, which Glen was thankful for. Old Mr. Bennington lived on this side of the Deaning’s and Glen never felt comfortable around the man. He had moved in a year or so ago. Supposedly after his wife passed away. Glen had a hard time believing that this man was ever married to a woman the way he leered at the good looking 18 year old. It wasn't the fact that Mr. Bennington was gay that bothered Glen but rather the way the older man appeared to undress him mentally every time they met.
In this day and age Glen knew several guys in his class that were gay and one of them, Eric Stevens, was even one of Glen's best friends. They had gone on camping trips together, had sleepovers together, even changed in front of one another in gym class. So Glen was far from homo phobic he just didn't like being oogled like a piece of prime rib by a man old enough to be his grandfather. And if Mr. Bennington saw him in his bikini briefs the old man wouldn't have to undress him with his eyes any longer since most of the teen was on display already.
Glen crept out of the yard slowly making sure the coast was clear. It appeared to be so he made his way out closing the gate behind him. That's when he noticed Mr. Bennington on his knees doing some weeding right along the fence. Glen jumped back startled. Mr. Bennington looked up and saw the scantly clad teen standing before, a big grin appearing on his face. "M-m-m-mr. Bennington," stammered Glen whose face was now crimson from embarrassment.
"What are you up to today, Glen?", asked the older man as his eyes roamed up and down the youths muscular body but never making eye contact.
"I accidentally locked myself out and was going to try and climb in through the bathroom window.", replied Glen fully aware of his state of undress. He tried to cover his crotch with his hands but really what was the point.
"Well, good luck.", said Mr. Bennington who was rising to his feet and heading for his back door.
This didn't fool Glen. He knew the old pervert was going to watch him from his window. And sure enough no sooner had the old man's door closed his draped began to move and out of the darkness one eye peered out into back yard and focused itself on the almost naked teen. Glen didn't have time to worry about Mr. Bennington now. He had to get in the house. He made his way to the bathroom window, which was open slightly. Then window was a little to high so Glen had to get a chair from the patio to stand on. This worked perfectly. He pushed the window all the way open and judged its size. It wasn't very big but he felt confident he could make it through.
Glen put his hands on the window ledge and jumped slightly to hoist himself up. The 18 year olds enormous backside jiggled and his skimpy bikini rode up on him as he jumped. He knew Mr. Bennington was loving this but had no choice. He needed in the house. He had to jump a couple of times before he was able to hoist himself up. He was able to get his head in the window then his left arm followed by the right. Now he braced his arms against the inside bathroom wall and began to pull him self into the bathroom. His chest was now in while out in the back yard his legs kicked and flailed as his buns bounced. Glen's stomach was now in and he continued to push himself. That's when he felt it. His ass was touching the window. "Fuck!" thought Glen. He wiggled and tried to pull his gigantic posterior through the small window but it was useless, his ass was just to fat.
He decided to push himself back out and come up with a new plan. However, this was not to be. Glen was stuck. He wiggled and squirmed and kicked but it was useless Glen's immense behind was jammed in the window. He was truly a sight to behold. His plump ass hanging out the bathroom window barely covered by a pair of camouflage bikini briefs that were working their way up his crack fast. This whole scene being watched by Glen's perverted old neighbor. "Great!", thought Glen. "The old pervert is probably taking pictures of my ass right now."
Time went by slowly for Glen as he lay there wedged in the window. A couple of hours passed and he was still stuck. Then he heard a car in the driveway. "Hey!" screamed Glen. "Back here. Help!"
Around the corner appeared Glen's 19-year-old brother Carl. Carl was every bit as good looking as Glen without the extra ass cushion but still he was no slouch with the ladies. Carl burst out in laughter. "What are you doing?", he asked his younger brother.
Glen recounted the whole story quickly and begged Carl to help him get out.
Carl just laughed and asked, "What the hell are you wearin', Bro?"
"Please, just get me out and you can critique my choice in underwear later."
"Okay," said Carl. "What do you want me to do?"
"Well," replied Glen. "It seems to be my big butt that has me stuck so why don't you pull me back out the way I came in."
Carl looked his little brother’s hind end over trying to decide where to grab and pull. He finally decided that the best thing to do was to grab hold of each side of Glen's bikini and yank him out this way. Carl reached up and grabbed either side of Glen's tan and green underwear and pulled quickly. Everything happened so quick Glen had no time to react or object. Glen felt the material of his bikini give way and then there was a loud RRRRIIIIPPPPP!!! Carl toppled backwards and the scant bikini went flying through the air. Glen's monster ass jiggled and bounced, his flaccid cock and well-groomed balls flopped out and grazed against the window ledge. From across the yard still peeking from his window was Mr. Bennington loving the whole sight.
Carl got back to his feet, "I guess that wasn't such a good idea."
"I guess not!," barked Glen looking back over his shoulder but unable to see anything but his own two flesh colored ass mountains. "Look maybe you can try and push me through the window."
"I'll try." So Carl got behind Glen and began to shove his legs which wasn't working. Then he got the idea to try and push down his over stuffed ass. Carl placed his hands on his brother's ass and began to push it down trying to squeeze it through the window. Carl had a hand on each big cheek and was pushing hard when he lost his footing and slipped. As he slipped his right hand slide down Glen's cheek and made it's way between his massive buns. As Carl feel forward his index finger actually made it's way straight up Glen's ass hole in one quick motion all the way to the knuckle.
Glen let out a loud shriek arching his back and lifting his head high shocked by what had just happened. Glen had never had anything shoved up his ass before so this was a shock to him. "What the hell did you do that for!!!!" Glen screamed enraged.
"Sorry, Bro it was an accident", said Carl popping his finger out of his little brothers ass and sniffing it. "Yuck, gross my finger smells like your butt."
"What's going on back here?", came the voice of Mr. Deaning as he rounded the corner with Mrs. Deaning at his side.
Mrs. Deaning gasp at the sight of her youngest son's hefty bare bottom wedged in the bathroom window. Mr. Deaning just began to laugh out loud. Carl quickly filled his parents in on how they had gotten to this point. The senior Deaning thought for a moment then spoke, "Carl you and your Mother get into the bathroom and push on Glen's shoulders. I'll pull on his legs from out here. I don't think we'll ever get his considerable ass through the window an other way."
Carl and Mrs. Deaning headed for the bathroom and Mr. Deaning got in between his younger boys legs, spreading them wide so he could get in between and wrap his arms around his sons big thighs. His face was inches from his son's ass which was now spread wide open, Glen's tight pink hole peaking out at his old man. "Okay.", called Glen's father to his mother and brother. "Push!"
Mrs. Deaning and Carl pushed on Glen's shoulders as Mr. Deaning pulled the teens thighs. Glen was wedged tight and didn't appear to budge. Carl put all his weight into Glen's shoulder. Mr. Deaning braced his foot against the house then all of a sudden without warning and with one big POP! Glen broke free of the window.
At exactly the same time Mr. Deaning lost his footing and fell backwards onto his back. Glen came flying from the window. Mr. Deaning looked up and in the split second before everything went black he saw his son's bare mammoth behind barreling at him. He opened his mouth to scream just as Glen landed smack dab in the middle of his face, ass down, his perfectly groomed balls resting on his dad's chin.
Glen's expansive behind enveloped his father's face as Mr. Deaning let out a scream. As he screamed Mr. Deaning's tongue licked the outside of Glen's ass hole and caused a vibration that shoot right through Glen's body. Glen jumped to his feet his cock and balls flopping and his considerable posterior bouncing. All the while Mr. Bennington was still watching from his window, just one eye peaking out. "Old pervert.", thought Glen.
Mrs. Deaning and Carl were laughing from the window. Mr. Deaning sat up and spit trying to get the taste of his son out of his mouth. Glen helped him to his feet and the two men headed for the house. Later once Glen's father had brushed his teeth and gargled with mouthwash, effectively freeing his mouth for the taste of Glen's ass the whole family laughed at what had happened that day. And the story became one they'd tell again and again.
The End
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