Barry's Big Butt Revenge

by BubbleButtLuvr

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Go for it.", replied Barry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

Braydin, Spanked & Expelled

by BubbleButtLuvr

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Braydin rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

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

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

Principal Edwards took a deep breath. "Spanking."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Dah.", said Braydin.

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

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

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

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

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

The End

Alonso The Naughty School Boy

By BubbleButtLuvr

Alonso was not a bad kid. But there was something different about him. But I guess I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is Matthew Carns. I teach twelfth grade English at St. Manuel's School For Boys. Alonso Ortiz is one of my students. He's not a trouble maker and always scores above average on his tests. Though I suspect that with just a little more effort he could excel. Alonso seems to be a boy who skates by on his charm. I'm not saying he's insincere but rather that he just naturally exudes charisma.

He's eighteen years old with dark smoldering good looks. Deep dark eyes, dark wavy hair which he usually wears closely cropped and a crooked smile that hints to a big of mischief. But I've never known him to be in any real trouble. But the thing about Alonso that I find most distracting is his plump oversized rump. It's full and perky with lots of shelf and bubbles out in the most obscene way.

I guess I should stop right here and mention that yes I am gay. And obviously I have a weakness for plump butts. I also have a bit of an underwear fetish. Now don't get the wrong idea I'm not a leach. I have never behaved inappropriately with a student but there was something about Alonso that was different. He exuded a sexuality that the other students did not.

The school uniform consisted of black dress socks, grey shorts, white shirt and tie. Old fashioned, yes, but St. Manuel's was an old fashioned institution. But Alonso's shorts were always too short and his socks a little too high. Almost as if he were playing a school boy in an adult film rather than bring an actual school boy.

Then there was the way he'd lean over my deck to ask a question wiggling his round bottom almost seductively. Nothing over the top but enough to get my attention. Then his shorts shorts would ride up exposing the bottom part of his caramel colored cheeks. I would find myself wondering if he wore underwear. And if he did what kind? They had to be skimpy because when his big cheeks popped out his underwear were never visible.

Then there was the way he'd look at you, like you were the only other person in the world. He'd lock eyes with you and hold your gaze a smudge longer than socially acceptable. Again nothing really wrong with this but it left me feeling slightly off. I'd finally decided that this was my issue and not his. That is I till my friends took me out for my 40th birthday.

Three of my buddies decided it would be fun to take me to Club Donovan. Club Donovan is a strip club that caters to gay men. They have something for everyone. Twinks, bears, daddies, boys, young, old, smooth, hairy and everything in between. And the guys ranged in age from 18 - mid 50's.

I did like the place but did not frequent it often. Being an educator I had to be careful. I did not want a scandal and you never knew who would show up there. Or who might happen to be driving by as you were walking in. But it was my birthday and my buddies had been raving about this new young dancer, Victor. They said he had the fullest juicy booty ever. And knowing my weakness for mega booties the thought I would want to see him in action. So after dinner we made our way to Club Donovan.

The club itself was a very well maintained elegant looking structure. There was a main stage where the guys took turns performing their featured routines. When not performing the guys would either be dancing on the bar nude or walking the crowd selling shots or seeing if anyone wanted a lap dance.

We had a table right in front of the stage. Simultaneously the lights on the main stage came on as Hot For Teacher began blaring through the speakers. Given my choose profession I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. In the center of the stage was a blackboard on wheels and a school desk.

In front of the blackboard stood  a well muscled dancer I'd guess to be in his mid 40's. He wore khakis and a white dress shirt with a red & blue stripped tie. He was clearly playing the part of the teacher. Behind the deck sat a very attractive young man with close cropped dark hair and full sexy lips. He wore thick black rimmed glasses and was folding paper airplanes ignoring teacher.

My first thought was how much this guy looked like Alonso. This really was going to be enjoyable as Alonso had found his way into many of my sexual fantasies. So watching his doppelgänger strut on stage would be quit pleasing.

Teacher was clearly upset with student and he wagged his finger at him. Student just gave a crooked grin as he threw his paper plane. Again I could not believe how much this kid looked like Alonso. They even had the same smile. This infuriated teacher who motioned him to step in front of the desk. The student then stood to reveal his rather revealing school boy uniform. It resembled one of St. Manuel's uniforms except that the grey shorts were a little too short and the black so is came up a little too high, just like Alonso's. No that was crazy, this was not my student.

The student made his way to the front of the desk wiggling his large bottom as he did. The teacher motion for him to turn around and bend over the desk as the song continued to play. The student did as told and as he bent over wiggled his ample bottom ever so slightly. The dancer playing the teacher was clearly supposed to be flustered by this as his eyes grew large and his jaw dropped. He then raised his fist to his mouth and bite down as if to say "Damn".

It was at this point that everything came into focus for me. I had seen Alonso bent over my desk many times asking a question wiggling his large bottom in the same way. I knew that ass. And it belonged to Alonso. I said his name out loud in almost a whisper. My buddy Bob heard me and said, "No, his names Victor. We knew your love that big blubber butt."

Blankly I stared at the stage and said, "No, you don't understand I know that kid. His names Alonso Ortiz. He's one of my students."

At hearing this my buddies began to boot and howl. They found the whole situation amusing. I on the other hand was conflicted. Should I stay. Should I go. What were the moral ramifications. I mean he was 18. Legally an adult. But I was still his teacher. What was my moral obligation? But I was frozen. I couldn't stop looking. I had to see where this went.

The teacher pulled out a ruler and raised it high. He brought it down several times on Alonso's big backside. His ample cheeks spilled out the bottom of his shorts and this quivered seductively. Then Alonso looked over his shoulder at the teacher and gave that crooked grin again. But as he turned his head back our eyes met. They locked and he held my gaze. Everyone else slipped away. It was just is now. There was no slipping out. He knew I was here. He gave me that grin which was exclusively for me this time. He then slipped back into character as he straightened up and began gyrating and dancing around the other dancer on stage.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I watched completely enraptured by the scene unfolding before me. Alonso rubbed up against the teacher. The teacher acted uncomfortable and pulled away but Alonso pulled him in, rubbing his pecs through the this white shirt. Them Alonso began undressing. Pulling off his tie. Unbuttoning his shirt. Kicking off his shoes so that now all he wore were those sexy high black socks and flurry grey school shorts. Then with his back to the crowd he gave a tug on the shorts and they too fell to the ground revealing a bright blue thong. His over inflated cheeks jiggled as the shorts were ripped from his smooth young body.

My jaw dropped. So many times I'd wondered what kind of underwear Alonso wore under his tight school shorts if any. Now I knew, at least at this moment he wore a thong. I wondered if he wore a thong to school. This spurred all sorts of fantasies.  Fantasies I knew I should not be having but was powerless to stop.

Alonso continued grinding on the teacher/stripper. He then began twerking making his jumbo ass mounds bounce up and down. It was like watching two basketballs dribble in unison. Then he began making that fat booty clap. And this was no soft clap. It was a hard loud rhythmic clap that could be heard over the music blaring through the speakers. Next my fantasy school boy began rolling around on the floor. He spread his legs wide in a scissors motion then rolled onto his stomach as he simulated fucking the ground. Then he crawled across the floor to the teacher climbing up his body. Alonso wrapped his legs around the "shocked" teacher. He gyrated and made his ginormous rump ripple and bounce as he pulled in the other man. Their lips met in a passionate drawn out kiss. Finally Alonso broke the kiss and slithered down the muscular body of the pseudo teacher.

He then crawled around him and rose to his feet. The outfit the teacher wore must have been seen together and breakaway because Alonso grabbed hold of the outfit giving a hard quick tug and every stitch of the older mans clothing was ripped off. At the exact moment the teachers hands came down quickly in front of his crotch. Though  he covered himself before his business could be seen it was obvious he wore nothing under the outfit and was now stark naked. A look of mock horror crossed his face as the song ended and the stage went black.

Applauses and cheers swelled from the crowded if horny men. My head was spinning. I knew that once Alonso changed he'd be out walking through the crowd working them for lap dances. I didn't know what I'd say to him or if I could even speak. I got out of there as fast as I could leaving my friends behind. I had enjoyed what I saw but was not sure what the ramifications would be.

The rest of the weekend was a blur. I went between being so worked up and aroused by what I saw that I couldn't stop touching myself, I came seven times that weekend, to feeling that I was somehow wrong for feeling this way about a student and how I should address this with Alonso Monday.

By the time Monday rolled around I had decided that the best course of action was to do nothing. While a student Alonso was still 18, legal a man. If this was what he choose to do as an after school job it was not my business. Yes, I saw him and enjoyed it. So sue me, I'm a gay man who gets off on seeing hot guys strut their stuff.

I didn't have Alonso until last period so I was slightly nervous all day not knowing what to expect. If I didn't address the situation would he just ignore it? Would he feel the need to discuss it. My stomach was in knots when he walked into the room. He wore the same outfit that he worse the other night at the strip club except these shorts were not tear away. At least I assumed they were not. Today he wore a vest with his uniform. Again he looked out of place more like he was playing a school boy in a porno. But he looked good. He nodded his head at me and gave me that crooked smile. I melted.

Today Alonso choose to sit on the front row. He didn't usually sit up front. I was not sure what this meant. But I'd find out soon enough.  About ten minutes into class I looked his way. Our eyes locked. He was mindlessly nibbling on the back of his pen. Actually it was more of a slow sensual sucking than nibbling. He locked his eyes on mine and slowly sucked. Then he let his eyes wander down to his lap encouraging me to follow. I did of course. I was under his spell.

As my eyes dropped to his crotch I was shocked to see the front of his shorts bulging lewdly. He had a raging hardon that half way around his hip. He flexed to make his fat engorged penis pulse. I looked up at his face. He pulled the pen from his mouth and bit his lower lip slightly. The little prick was cock teasing me and I was powerless to look away.

All of this happened very quickly and would have been unnoticeable to someone who did not know what was going on. I composed myself and continued teaching. Time went by and the next time I looked his way I noticed that neither of Alonso's hands were on the desk but rather tucked below it. Again his eyes looked down at his lap encouraging me to take a look.

Again I complied to see that both hands were in his lap. One hand slowly ran along his thick member as he fondled himself through his shorts while the other slowly played with his huge nut sack. I looked back up into his eyes and he gave me that crooked smile.

The period seemed to drag on. What should I do now? The bell finally rang and everyone got up and let. Everyone except Alonso. He sat there staring at me almost sheepishly. Once the class was empty he stood. His erection was gone but those shorts were still obscenely tight.

Coming out from behind the desk he said, "We need to talk, sir." He then made his way to the door. His shorts were creeping up over his massive mounds of ass flesh and his big bottomed giggled with every step. He pushed the door shut then locked it. He then turned and headed back my way.

I wanted to speak. But could not. He now stood before my desk with his legs slightly spread and his arms behind his back. His large package protruding.  "I know you saw me the other night dancing at Club Donovan. I saw you."

I searched for words but found none. All I could do was nod. He kept talking, "I hope your not going to say anything about my working there, sir. I really need the money but I want to graduate from here. I don't want to be expelled."

I found my words, "Don't worry Alonso your secret is safe with me. I'm not gonna tell anyone."

He gave me that crooked smile again. "Good.", he said. "Because I have a secret about you too. I think you enjoyed my show. I think you really enjoyed what you saw."

My face grew flush. What was this? Was he gonna try to blackmail me? He must have sensed my unease because he went on. "Don't worry Mr. Carns I'll keep your secret too. I just wanted to talk. Did you enjoy my show?"

Again my words were gone his tone was so smooth and seductive. All I could do was nod.

"Did you enjoy watching me remove my clothes?"

I absentmindedly nodded my head 'yes'.

"Good I'm glad you liked what you saw. Can I tell you a secret?"

I nodded my consent. Alonso made his way around to my side of the desk and whispered in my ear, "I liked having you watch me, sir."

I gulped. What was happening here?

He then leaned over my desk like he had so many times before to ask me a question. He wiggled his ample bottom slightly. He kept talking. "I've seen you looking at me on class. Undressing me with your eyes."

I opened my mouth to protest but he wouldn't let me. He just went on. "Don't deny it and don't apologize. I like the way you look at me. It's as if your trying to see what I have on under my school uniform. Have you ever wondered what I have on under my school uniform, Mr. Carns? I mean my shorts are awfully small and tight. Have you ever wanted to know what I have on under here."

I gulped again and nodded. I was hypnotized my his body, his words.

"You know all you have to do is ask and I'll show you. Just ask me what I am wearing under my school uniform, sir."

I was his and he knew it. Softly meekly I asked, "What are you wearing under your uniform, Alonso? Let me see. Please show me." It was a plea.

He smiled that crooked smiled and stood up. He turned his back to me. He looped his thumbs in the waistband if his shorts and slowly lowered them. The tease had me going insane. Ever so slowly the shorts came down and his bulbous rump came into view. Underneath he wore red briefs. But these were no ordinary red briefs. They were Lycra spandex bikini briefs. They clung to his every curve. But there was not neatly enough brief to cover all the ass this kid had. The bikini was so small it looked like his rump was feasting on them.

He lowered the shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. He spread his legs slightly and his thick thighs parted. He stuck his obese ass out far and looked back over his shoulder at me asking, "Now you know what I wear under my school shorts. Do you think my ass is big, Mr. Carns?"

I just nodded yes.

"But is it too big, sir? Should I be embarrassed by how plump and curvy my rump is? It's so hard to find underwear to cover my large cheeks. These briefs barely give me any coverage at all, sir.", as he said this he ran his right hand along his voluptuous bottom.

I spoke but the words came out in a croaked, "Your ass is perfect, Alonso. Just what an ass should be. Plump, round and juicy. Full and meaty."

He smiled that smile, "Thank you, sir. You can touch it if you like."

I reached forward. My hand actually trembled as it made contact with his overly large ass. He shivered a little and goosebumps rose on his soft young round bottom. His cheeks were not Rock hard but not completely soft either. Here was a firmness, a bounce. I reached out my other hand and felt up both smoke buttocks openly.

Alonso moaned. Then spoke looking back over his shoulder at me, "I am sorry my underpants are so small, sir. Coach Danvers had commented on how lewd and obscene they are more than once as I'm changing for gym class."

My head spun hearing this, "Coach Danvers has commented on the size of your underwear?"

"Yes, Mr. Carns. He says they are not befitting a good Catholic school boy. What do you think, sir? Are my underwear to revealing? Should I be punished? Should I bend over the desk so you can bring the yard stick down hard on my big butt, sir?"

I gulped as I looked up at him. This kid was driving me wild with lust. He was pushing all of my buttons with great ease. Was I that easy to read. I nodded as I spoke, "Yes, Alonso. Bend over my desk. Your underwear are very inappropriate for school. This is an old Catholic Institution and you are dressed like a whore. You must be taught a lesson."

Again that crooked grin, "Yes, sir." Alonso then turned and bent over my desk spreading his legs wide. The scant red bikini red up high over his smoke backside. I grabbed the yard stick from next to the chalk board and made my way back around so that I was facing that big beautiful ass again.

I raised the yard stick high and brought it down hard on his plump caramel colored posterior. He pitched forward and moan, partly in pleasure and partly in pain. A thin strip of light pink the width of the yard stick showed up across the lower portion of his cheek that were exposed.

I lifted up and brought the stick back down on his huge derrière. Again he moaned. But this was not a real spanking. At least not one for real discipline. It was more like foreplay to something more. Again the yard stick came down on his curvy bottom. Alonso bit his lower lips and wiggled his full bottom enticingly as he said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Carns. I promise not to wear such slutty underwear anymore."

Crack! I brought the ruler down again. I needed to be careful not to leave any real bruises so u stopped placing the ruler on the desk. I then began rubbing his large cheeks. Getting bold I reached for the waistband of the tiny undergarment saying, "Let me inspect to make sure I didn't miss a spot." Thus was said as I pried the skimpy underwear off the kids plump ass.

He didn't fight it but let it happen. Stepping from the briefs Alonso spread his legs wide and thrust out his ginormous bottom. His entire butt had a slight pink glow. I continued to rub his blubber butt and he let me. He was moaning softly. He looked back over his shoulder at me. I was kneeling on the floor. "I want you to fuck me, sir. Right on your desk."

Looking up I licked my lips and nodded saying, "But first I need to loosen you up." I then grabbed hold of each plump cheek and spread them wide. His tight teen pucker winked at me as I dove in face first. I grabbed and caressed his voluptuous rump as my tongue invaded his most private spot. Alonso moaned loudly and three his head back whispering, "Eat me out, Mr. Carns."

I was loud and sloppy as I but tied my face deep inside the kids ass. My face was coated with my own saliva and the musky smell of his 18 year old booty. I stiffened my tongue and slammed my face in hard tongue fucking him like a champ.

And he was into it. He'd push those meat cakes back hard and grind into my waiting face. Then he pushed a little too hard throwing me off balance. I landed on my back on the floor. But he was not done by a long shot. I looked up to see him backing up. I didn't even have time to react as I saw those two mountainous buns coming at my face fast. He reached back and pulled them apart. Then the room went black as he now sat in my face. And he showed no mercy, not that I wanted any.

He began bouncing on my face. My tongue found his balloon knot and slipped right in. He squealed with delight as he bounced on my face. I could feel the layers of his ass fat ripple down around my entire head. I could feel the jiggle as he bounced. His words were muffled but I could hear him saying, "Eat that fat fucking ass, Md. Carns. Feel those big melon cheeks around your face, sir."

This went on fit awhile until Alonso decided he was done. With the full wright of his ass on my face I was powerless to stop it, even if I'd wanted to. Which I did not.

Finally he stopped riding my face and stood. I tried to catch my breath as I watched him slide everything from my deck in one swift motion. Papers, pen, books and so on went flying as he seductively climbed onto my desk. His big buns jiggled as he crawled across my desk moaning, "Fuck me, Mr. Carns. I need you in me. I need fucked so bad."

Far be it for me to disappoint him. I stood fast and felt the rush of being light headed. I pulled my pants and tightie whities off quickly and climbed on the desk behind him. He was on his knees with his head turned sideways resting it on my desk and his colossal rump aimed at the sky. I climbed on top of that mountainous booty and aimed my 8 inches at his twitching hole, slick with my spit and pushed my fat head in. He cried out but begged me to keep going.

I know I shouldn't have but I plunged my entire cock deep in him with one big thrust and held it there balls deep. He pounded his fists on the desk and threw his head back screaming out. I should have felt bad but I didn't. Hearing him scream out like that and arch his back as he threw back his head only caused my prick to swell further.

I slowly pulled back and then thrust back in him hard. "Fuck!", he cried out again pounding his fists on my desk. At that moment it struck me what an odd sight this would be to an onlooker. Alonso, dressed in his Catholic school boy uniform except for his shorts on top of his teachers desk on all fours. While on top of him, me, his teacher, a man old enough to be be the kids father was buried balls deep in him. I too was still dressed for the part of educator with the exception of my discarded slacks.

The intensity of the situation swept over me. I was fucking a student on my own desk in the school where I taught. It was dangerous and taboo and hot as fuck. I continued to pound my fuck stick into the teen. The sound of my thighs slapping against his well padded bottom really got me going. But not as much as the way his gargantuan cheeks jiggled and quivered.

"Fuck me, Mr. Carns!", pleaded Alonso. "Harder, sir. Slam that fat cock into me. Treat me like the whore I am."

Fuck this kid knew all the right things to say. I was pounding his large bubble butt now. I was so worked up that I slapped his meaty left cheek. This really got Alonso going. "More!", he cried out. "Slap my ass again. Spank me as you fuck me. Tame my fat ass. Make me your bitch, sir!"

The trash talk was having the featured effect on me. I was getting close. Soon I would deposit my load deep in his bowels. I began slapping his ridiculously huge rump first the left cheek then the right. "That's it, Mr. Carns, make my big butt jiggle! Show me who's in charge!"

This was my breaking point. I announced I was ready to cum inside him but Alonso had other ideas."Are you close to coming, Mr. Carns?"

"Yes.", I replied in a breathless tone.

"Then pull out now! I want you to coat my fat cheeks with that sticky hot load then rub it into my plump bottom.", he was a command and plea at once.

That was all I needed to hear. I pulled out and the cum poured from me with such force I thought it would knock me over. Alonso cried out in lust as my hot load covered his massive cheeks. Blast after blast shoot out covering tat perfect booty.

Per his request I reached out and began rubbing in my jizz. He bit his lower lip and moaned as I massaged my own load into his jumbo cheeks. The way they moved was hypnotic. They felt so good in my hands. But soon my load had dried on his plump cheeks leaving them shiny.

Wordlessly we both climbed from my desk. I watched as he walked gather up his shorts and underwear. I watched as he struggled to get the tiny briefs and tight shorts over his huge can as I absentmindedly pulled my underwear and trousers on. Turning quickly he sort of bounded at me pushing me against the blackboard. His lips met mine. Both of our lips parted and our tongues met. They danced briefly in one another's mouth before Alonso pulled away.

"I have to go Mr. Carns, or I'll miss my bus. But I could use some more one on one "tutoring"."

"Why don't you met me here tomorrow after last period, Alonso. We can review what you learned today."

Again that crooked grin. Then he nodded his head and said, "Yes, sir, Mr. Carns." And with that he bounded out the door, his obscenely large bottom lewdly jiggling.

I collapsed behind my desk unable to wrap my head around what had just happened. That was the first time I fucked Alonso. But it was far from the last.

The End

Brad: Late For Wrestling Practice - Part 2

by BubbleButtLuvr

As Brad Tomkins sat waiting outside Coach Phillips’ office, he thought of a strategy. He’d been late for practice three times this past week and he knew what that meant. He was going to be kicked off the wrestling team. The coach had warned him before.

Brad's problem was he that was used to coasting by on his good looks. At 19, he still had that good-looking boy-next-door look. He also had beautiful blue eyes and sandy brown hair that fell over his forehead in just the right way. But, the thing that got him the most attention, the thing that caused everyone’s head to turn was his big round ass. Worse yet, Brad knew the power his ass had over people and he wasn't too proud to use it to get what he wanted. That was the strategy Brad was going to use on Coach Phillips. He’d noticed the coach staring at his ass during practice and in the locker room when he was changing. Brad knew all he had to do was wiggle his big butt in the coach’s face a bit; maybe even bend over some and the Coach would give him another chance.

In his little blue singlet, there wasn't much covered. In fact, Brad had such a big ass that he had to have a special uniform made. That first standard singlet was so tight he almost couldn't get it over his ass. Then, during his first match it ripped and his big jock-covered ass came busting through. Brad was forced to finish the match with his big bare ass hanging out for everyone to see or forfeit his match. He completed the match and won. But, after that he got a special singlet made with more room in the seat.

The door opened and Coach Phillips stuck his head out.

"Please come in, Mr. Tomkins," came the terse request.

The coach pulled his head back. Brad stood and adjusted himself in his singlet. It was riding up his huge ass. Brad entered the office, turned slowly and shut the door behind him. The boy made sure to bend slightly and stick out his ass for Coach Phillips to see. And, of course, he did.

Brad then approached the coach's desk and "accidentally" bumped a stack of papers on the coach’s desk, knocking them to the floor. Brad apologized and bent down to pick them up. His big boy melons were just inches from the coach’s face. Coach Phillips was practically drooling over the kid’s hot ass. Brad made sure to wiggle it a little for added effect. Brad thought to himself, "This is easier than I thought. I have him now." Brad finally stood and placed the papers on the desk in front of the coach.

"Mr. Tomkins this makes three times this week that you’ve been late to practice!" the coach bellowed.

"I know, sir. I'm sorry," replied the anxious athlete. "I don't know what to say."

"Well you know what this means, don't you?" asked the coach. "You will be removed from the team." "Please, Coach, can't we work something out?" Brad begged with his best seductive sneer.

"I suppose we could," answered the coach archly. "But, you'll need to be punished. You’ll accept whatever I give you as a punishment?"

Brad quickly nodded, "Whatever you say, Coach."

"Okay then, Brad. I want you to remove your singlet and get up on my desk on all fours."

Brad expected that Coach to want to stare at his ass, maybe even play with it a little. But, this confused him.

"What for, sir?" asked the boy.

"Do as I say, son. Or you’re off the wrestling team!" came the barbed reply. Brad could see that the coach was quite serious and didn't want to anger him any further. So, he began to undress. He pulled the uniform straps over his broad shoulders and across his rock hard pecs, exposing his chiseled abs. When he got the singlet to his waist, he had trouble getting the tight garment over his gigantic butt. Even with the extra room in the custom-built seat, it still hugged his big globes like a second skin. Brad wiggled his ass in an attempt to get the thin of material over this glutes. The coach just watched with interest. Once Brad got it off, he stood before Coach Phillips in just his sneakers and jockstrap.

"Okay. Now, get up on the desk on all fours, Brad," ordered the Coach.

Brad was hesitant, but did as instructed. He climbed upon Coach Phillips’ desk and stuck his big ass into the cool air of the office. The athlete’s mind reeled. He didn’t know exactly what the coach was going to do.

Coach Phillips pulled a Ping-Pong paddle from his desk drawer. He slowly walked behind Brad and gently touched the youth’s ass. Brad jumped slightly.

"Relax, Brad," said the coach soothingly. "This won't be so bad. Just take your punishment and you won't be kicked off the wrestling team."

"I don't want to be off the team. But, I don't think I want this either," Brad meekly protested.

"Well, those are your only choices: off the team or a spanking! It’s your call, kid," stated the coach flatly.

Brad thought for a moment. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. He figured the Coach would want to play with his ass anyway and this wasn't really couldn’t be too much worse. After all, he had been spanked before and got through it.

"Okay, sir." Intoned Brad. "I'll take the spanking."

"Good." said the Coach as he raised the paddle.

CRACK!

The first whack came down hard on Brad's bare ass. He jumped more than a little. He had been caught off-guard. Coach Phillips began spanking first the left cheek and then the right. He moved back and forth. Brad's big cheeks jiggled slightly with every solid smack. The athlete’s ass began to sting as the coach continued.

Coach Phillips stopped and fondly caressed the young man's ass. It was hot to the touch and starting to turn pink. He then began spanking once again. Brad winced. He was starting to really feel the pain now.

"Okay, spread those legs further apart," instructed the coach.

Brad spread his legs as wide as he possibly could. His monster ass cheeks spread wide open exposing a patch of stark white skin that had not been spanked quite yet. It also revealed Brad's puckered pink asshole. Coach Phillips licked his lips as he turned the paddle around and began to massage the outside of Brad's hole with the handle. Brad moaned as the hot handle teased his boyish pucker. The Coach flipped the paddle back around and began spanking directly on Brad’s tender hole. The athlete screamed in pain as his most sensitive area was tortured.

Coach Phillips walked around to the side of the desk. The big man wrapped his arm tightly around Brad's waist as he continued to deliver blow after blow. Brad was jumping all over the desk by now and clearly needed restraint. His reddened ass was bouncing like a pair of basketballs in a big league game. The youngster begged for mercy. Coach showed none.

Suddenly, it happened just like the last time. Brad could feel his cock beginning to grow in the moist pouch of his jock. As much as it hurt, there was also a distinct pleasure to this painful experience.

Coach Phillips relaxed his grip on Brad's waist. A thick manly middle finger began to tease the boy’s hole. But, the spanking never ceased. Brad eagerly shoved his bubble butt back toward the coach's probing fingertip. The coach slowly inserted his finger, all the while still paddling the beefy wrestler. Coach Phillips pushed his finger in ever farther. Brad began to ride it. He could hardly believe how much he was enjoying this. Yes, he was in pain. But, he was also dizzy with ecstasy as Coach fingered his man-pussy.

Brad was moaning loudly now as the coach spanked and fingered him. He could feel himself getting close. Brad knew he was seconds away from cumming within confines of his jock.

"Oh, Coach. Yes. That's good," Brad cooed.

The young man's ass was now a glowing red and burning with heat. His asshole was feeling so good. Brad could hold back no longer.

He screamed out, "Coach, I'm gonna cum!"

With that, Coach Phillips began spanking harder and stuck his finger further into the big wrestler’s rosy rectum.

At that very moment, Brad’s cock exploded in his jock.

"OOOHHHHH, yes!" the hapless athlete cried.

Brad felt volleys scalding juice fill his strap. Even as his balls emptied into the clinging pouch, the coach continued his whacking.

Brad was entirely spent and fell flat on his stomach across the coach’s desk. Coach Phillips paddled away for a few more moments as he pulled his finger from Brad's hungry butthole. At last, he stopped spanking and walked around to the peer into young man's face.

"Okay Mr. Tomkins get up and get dressed, now!" Coach ordered.

Brad jumped from the desk and pulled his singlet back on. He cautiously wriggled his big red ass as he tried to slip back into the tiny spandex outfit. His cum-drenched jock smeared all over the front of the singlet, leaving a trail of cum as evidence of the kid’s guilty pleasure.

"Okay. Now, get out of my office and be on time for practice," said the Coach. "If you’re late again, you can expect more of the same."

Brad just nodded his head, turned and left the office. He felt embarrassed and ashamed.

As the boy exited, Coach Phillips watched his big round ass bounce in his singlet until the door slowly closed behind him.

"That should teach him a lesson," thought the Coach. "Then again, I hope it doesn't. I would really enjoy doing that again!"

The End

Brad: Memories of a High School Spanking - Part 1

by BubbleButtLuvr

Brad Tomkins knew that he was getting what he deserved. After all, it wasn't the first time this had happened. His ass had been getting him into trouble all his life. Even as a young teen he had such a big round ass that it was hard to find pants that fit him.

It was in junior high that he learned the power of his big beefy globes. He'd hear the girls gasp as he walked by. They'd whisper things like, "Look at that bubble butt," and "It's so big and round." The guys would kid him in the locker room before gym class, as he'd try to wiggle his huge ass into the little gym shorts. In fact, on more than one occasion during PE his massive cheeks came popping out of the back of his shorts as they split the seam of the shorts. Since the shorts were so tight to begin with he could never get briefs under them, just a jock. So, his bare ass made regular appearances in gym class. He noticed that even his teachers would take time to stop and stare. But, it wasn't until his senior year of high school that he really learned how to use the power of his hot butt.

Brad had Mr. Wilson for chemistry and was failing miserably. That's what made him cheat on the final exam. Unfortunately, he got caught.

He’d noticed Mr. Wilson looking at his butt more than once. By this point, Brad was used to this. Everyone stared at his ass, man or woman, straight or gay. All were in awe of it. That's what gave him the idea to "earn" his passing grade. Brad stood before his teacher as the rest of the class filed out of the room and he felt the butterflies in his stomach.

"Cheating Mr. Tomkins? I'm disappointed in you," said Mr. Wilson.

Brad hung his head and dolefully replied, "I'm sorry, Sir."

"You should be. I hope you know this means that you fail and therefore will not be graduating with the rest of your class."

Brad began to beg, "Please, Sir, I know it was wrong. But, can't we work something out? I'll do whatever you say."

Was that a spark Brad saw in his teacher’s eye? This would be easier than Brad had expected.

"Well, Brad, since you bring it up, what do you have in mind?" Mr. Wilson asked with one eyebrow arched.

He’s a smart guy thought Brad. He won't suggest it at first. He wants me to provoke it. In truth, Brad was enjoying the attention more than he thought.

Brad meekly said, "Well, Mr. Wilson, you could always punish me couldn't you. I mean, what if one of your own children had cheated on a test. What would you have done?"

There was a long pause before Mr. Wilson spoke, "If one of my own children had cheated, he'd feel my hand on the seat of his pants!"

Now, Brad knew he had him where he wanted him, "Okay." "Okay what, Mr. Tomkins?" inquired the teacher skeptically.

"Okay, you can spank me," The student stated flatly. Brad couldn't believe how easily the words flowed from him. After all, he had to pass this class to graduate and what else could he do. No one would ever know.

"That's highly irregular," said Mr. Wilson as he loosened his tie to cool himself a bit.

"But, if I let you spank me, I will pass, right?" Brad inquired. The chemistry teacher said slowly, "Well, I suppose we could work out something like that."

Without pause, Brad declared, "Then I want you to spank me, Sir."

The boy leaned over the teacher’s desk sticking his mighty ass in the air.

All Mr. Wilson could do was stare. Here was this hot young eighteen-year old kid asking to be spanked. The tight jeans hugged the boy’s ample ass. There was a stirring in the teacher’s pants. He’d fantasized about this for so long. Now, here it was. If he was going to make this dream a reality, he had better do it right now. Either he would wake out of his dream or Brad would change his mind. He stood up and took a position behind the student.

"I want you to grab the desk and not let go," Mr. Wilson ordered. With that, the teacher reared back and the first swat landed on Brad's big round ass. Brad winced in pain. The sounds of discipline echoed through the classroom.

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Brad was ecstatic and Mr. Wilson relished each blow that crashed onto the naughty student’s butt. Yet, the dominant teacher wanted more. While he had the chance, Mr. Wilson was going to take full advantage of the situation. He was going to see all he could of this fine young man and his big firm ass.

"All right, I want you to stand and face me, Brad," commanded the teacher.

The boy seemed confused, "Stand, Sir?"

"Yes," came the stern reply. "Now, do it and drop your pants!"

This was something Brad hadn't expected. He stood and shyly faced the teacher.

"Lower my pants?" stammered the flustered high school senior. "Sir, I don't know...."

"You have a choice of course," intoned Mr. Wilson. "If you choose not to lower your trousers, you can take the failing grade and graduate later."

The teacher knew he had the student completely at his mercy.

This wasn't exactly what Brad had planned on. But, if it got him the grade, he'd do it. He reached for his belt buckle and unfastened it. He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper. He then lowered the pants to his ankles.

Beneath his britches, the young man wore a very skimpy pair of red bikini briefs. So much of his young body was revealed. His T-shirt came only to where his jeans had been belted. The waistband of the tiny briefs was considerably lower. So, he was barely covered.

Mr. Wilson drank in the sight before him. So, much youthful manhood was on display. Not only did this young man have a big beefy ass, he also had an enormous set of balls that were straining against the red fabric of the bikini briefs

Nearly breathless, Mr. Wilson spoke, "Okay, turn and bend back over the desk."

Brad did as instructed without hesitation. As he turned, the teacher couldn't help but see that the briefs barely covered the boy’s ass. Both of his round melons were exposed below the leg bands of his bikini. As the student bent over the briefs rode up even further. This was truly a sight to behold thought Mr. Wilson as he picked up where he’d left off.

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With each resounding slap to his buttocks, Brad would squirm and wiggle. His frantic movements caused the briefs to ride ever further up his ass crack. It almost appeared that the young man's big ass was swallowing the scanty briefs.

Mr. Wilson had to stifle a laugh as he thought to himself, "Maybe that's how his ass got so huge, from eating underwear!" But, Mr. Wilson never paused his task to take in the scenery. The assault on Brad's ass continued non-stop.

At long last, the punishment ceased and an eerie quiet settled across the classroom. Mr. Wilson commanded the kid to stand and turn around. Brad obediently stood. But, he refused to turn towards his teacher.

"Am I to understand you said no, Mr. Tomkins?" asked Mr. Wilson.

Brad begged, "Please don't make me turn, Sir."

"Turn or fail." He had no choice thought Brad. So, he slowly turned to face his teacher. As he did, he hung his head in shame. His cock had grown to twice its original size. The top of the young meat had popped above the waistband of his red bikini briefs. There was a wet spot soaked into the front of the briefs. That’s precum though Mr. Wilson. Clearly, Brad was enjoying this. Mr. Wilson jumped at this opportunity.

"Okay, young man, drop those little briefs and back over the desk," the stern command.

Brad knew better than to fight. He’d come this far. Why turn back now? So, he did precisely as instructed.

As he lowered the briefs, his dick and balls came flopping out. My goodness, this kid was put together nicely thought the teacher. Not only were his cock and balls huge, but also the balls were low-hangers.

With Brad back in position over the desk and his giant glutes as ready targets, Mr. Wilson began spanking again. He couldn't believe how red this kid’s ass was becoming. But, he was taking it like a champ.

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Brad's muscular ass quivered with each stroke. The teacher continued the punishment. He watched the boy’s ass turn redder and redder with each strike. Brad was squirming uncontrollably now. He was nearly in tears and about to beg for mercy. As the boy wiggled in responses to the discipline and his heavy nut sack swung back and forth. Finally, he could take no more and began to cry.

Brad was full of mixed emotions. It hurt and he wanted it to stop. But, at the same time he was aroused and dripping precum. With each swat, his dick was pushed forcefully into the desk. He could feel himself close to orgasm. Oh, god! He didn’t want that. He would be so humiliated. This was bad enough.

As the tears streamed down his face, he pleaded for the teacher to stop. But, it was if his pleas were unheard.

This was it. He knew he couldn’t stop it. Brad felt it coming, but there no preventing it.

CRACK

Down came the spank from the teacher. At that moment, Brad began to cum. He unleashed a torrent of scalding jism. It streamed down the side of the desk onto the floor. A few drops landed on the teacher’s shoe. Brad screamed in both pain and ecstasy as he experienced the most intense orgasm of his life.

Mr. Wilson stopped abruptly. He walked around to the front of his desk and pulled a box of tissues from the top desk drawer. He threw the box at Brad. He told the student to clean up and get dressed.

Brad did as exactly as instructed. While the boy mopped his cum from the teacher’s desk, Mr. Wilson announce that he had passed the course and would be able to graduate providing that he never mention this session to anyone. Brad agreed and was off.

Here he was just a few short months later. Brad was a proud freshman in college. He was seated just outside the coach’s office waiting to be called in. It seems he’d been late for wrestling practice three times this week and most likely would not be able to compete this weekend.

As always, Brad had a plan. He had seen Coach Phillips staring at his ass the same way Mr. Wilson had. Now, all he had to do was....

To be continued.