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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 bit 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 consists 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 being an actual school boy.

Then there was the way he'd lean over my desk to ask a question wiggling his round bottom almost seductively. Nothing over the top but enough to get my attention. Then his 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 smidgen 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 juiciest booty ever. And knowing my weakness for mega booties they 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 in their underwear 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 chosen 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 desk 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 socks 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 you'd love that big bubble 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 hoot 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 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 us 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 slutty 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 sewn 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 of 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, legally 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 wore 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 went half way around his hip. He flexed it 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, 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 left. 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 in 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, if anything at all?"

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 nearly 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. There was a firmness, a bounce. I reached out my other hand and felt up both round 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 rode up high over his smooth 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 moaned, 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 cheeks 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 I 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." This 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 threw his head back whispering, "Eat me out, Mr. Carns."

I was loud and sloppy as I buried 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, Mr. Carns. Feel those big melon cheeks around your face, sir."

This went on for awhile until Alonso decided he was done. With the full weight 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 desk 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.", it 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 that 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


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Lawrence Tomkins rolled over in bed and look at the alarm clock. The large LCD display read 3:12 A.M. He couldn't believe how inconsiderate his son was. Yes, it was true that Brad was 19 years old and off at college but, he was now home for a few days over Christmas break. Lawrence had informed him that while he was visiting him Brad was expected to follow the same rules he had followed before

Brad: Spanked At High School Graduation Part 12

Nineteen year old Brad Tomkins just stood there staring with disgust at his side of the dorm room. It was a mess! He had only started his freshman year of college a few months ago and already his possessions seemed to be taking over his side of the room. He turned to looked at His best friend and roommates Grant's side of the room. It was neat as a pin. Grant and Brad had been friends since

Brad: Spanked At The Doctor's Office, Part 5

It was an unusually warm fall day as Brad Tomkins strode across campus from his dorm to Dr. Marky's office. Brad had been feeling run down and sluggish so Coach Phillips suggested getting a full physical. After all there was a big wrestling match coming up and Brad was his best wrestler, he couldn't sacrifice him. Brad knew he was just run down from studying all night for midterms, holding down a

Brad: Spanked At The Library Part 8

Brad Tomkins was a procrastinator. He had a paper due on General Patton Monday morning at 8:00 A.M. and he had barely begun. He would have to spend all weekend working on it. It was 15 minutes before the campus library closed and Brad needed to get a few books for research. He made his way to the counter and placed the three books he had chosen on the counter. Then panic set in, he couldn't find

Brad: Spanked By A Cop, Part 15

It was parents’ weekend at the university. Unfortunately due to some last minute business deal Brad Tomkin's father wouldn't be able to make the two hour drive up. But Grant's father would be able to make it. In fact Brad and Grant were waiting for Grants' father, Mr. Harper, to pick them up. He was stopping by to take them out to dinner. Grant's parents had divorced when he was young and he

Brad: Spanked By His Girlfriend's Father, Part 3

As Brad Tomkins drove along he couldn't believe his good luck. It was just one short week ago that Lana told him she never wanted to see him again and then this morning she called and said she wanted to see him this evening. It was on their last date that she decided that she didn't want to see him again. He had tried to force himself on her; she slapped him and stormed out of his dorm room as

Brad: Spanked By Santa - Part 13

Once again the holidays were rapidly approaching and once again Brad Tomkins had no money for gifts. And he had no one to blame but himself. Brad had quit another job on a whim. He had wanted to attend a concert but he had to work. When his boss wouldn't give him the night off he quit. Being nineteen years old and a freshman in college with a full class load Brad didn't have many options open to

Brad: Spanked For Sneaking In Part 17

Nineteen year old Brad Tomkins had been working at Luke's Hideaway for several weeks when without warning the University put a curfew into effect. It seemed that there were vandals on campus and to put an end to their late night shenanigans the Dean had put a midnight curfew in place, no exceptions. Therefore, Brad would have to quit his job at Luke's since the bar stayed open till

Brad: Spanked On The Job, Part 4

Brad Tomkins was spoiled. At age 19 he had it made. His Father paid his college tuition, which covered his room and board. And he even got an allowance. However, Brad wanted more to which Mr. Tomkins responded, "Get a job!" Which is exactly what Brad did. A local fast food place called, Burgers-N-More was hiring part time help and Brad landed the job. "It's not ideal," thought Brad but it's

Brad: Spanked Stripper, Part 14

It was that time again--the time where Brad Tomkins found himself short on cash. At nineteen Brad was in his first year of college and had already gone through a string of jobs. The simple truth of the matter was Brad was lazy and he tended to coast through life on his good looks and wrestlers body. Not to mention his big round booty, which he was not above wiggling to get what he wanted. So

Brad: Swim Spank Part 6

Brad Tomkins and his friend Grant had dates. Grant had a great idea. They would steal the keys to the college’s outdoor pool and go for a late night swim with the girls. The plan was simple Grant would distract Coach Dan Phillips while Brad stole the keys to the pool area. It worked perfectly. Coach Phillips never suspected a thing. That night after dinner Brad and Grant brought Betty and

Brad: Trick Or Spank Part 7

It was late October. It was also Brad Tomkins’ first year away at college and he was having the time of his life. The biggest sorority on campus was having their annual Halloween, masquerade party. Brad and his two buddies Grant and Kirk decided that they wanted to be part of it. They thought it would be a good way to meet new women. They only condition was that you had to come in costume.

Braydin, Spanked & Expelled

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

Christopher's Forced Black Gang Bang Punishment

It had been a long day for Christopher. He had started with his company straight out of college and over the past 13 years had worked his way up the ladder. Now at 35 he was the head of his entire department. This was a good thing. But that meant lot of travel, which Christopher hated. So, that was a bad thing. He boarded the plane at 5:00 and made the two hour flight to the home

Controlling A Cop

It was a comfortable spring night as Officer Calloway made his way quietly around the side of the building. He was on night shift and had "fag" patrol, that's what all the officers called it. It seems that every night after the gay bars let out some of the men come to an alley behind an old donut shop. They park in the small lot and cruise one another. Some get into each other’s cars and fuck

Danny & Coach Davis: Coach Takes Control

Trevor Mannix was in a state. He had just come from picking up his 18 year old son Danny at the police station. It seems that Danny had been out doing some drinking with his buddies the night before and gotten pulled over for driving under the influence that coupled with the fact that he was under age had landed Danny in the drunk tank overnight and most of the next day. The judge hearing cases

Danny & Coach Davis: Spanked For Squirting Part 2

Coach Davis shut the door behind him before dropping into the hard back wooden chair behind his desk. It had been a long day for the high school gym teacher. He rose at five that morning and headed off to the gym to get a workout before school. Then he spent the rest of the day not only teaching his regular gym classes but also using his free periods to fill in for Mr. Tucker, who had called in

Danny & Coach Davis: Hotel Spanking, Part 3

Coach Davis was bent over at the waist, his large hairy nuts swinging freely between his thick thighs. His ample well rounded ass aimed toward the hotel room door. He stepped into the leg openings of his scant leopard print thong and pulled them up over his meaty thighs. Just as the thin band of his sexy little under garment disappeared between his mountains of ass flesh the door burst open and

Forgive Us Father

Father Ryan removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. The pressure was building up and promising to be one massive headache. Today had been quit an active day at St. Augustine's University for Men, where he was Dean of Students. As he closed his eyes and applied pressure to his forehead he could feel everyone of his thirty-nine years. Most days Father Ryan enjoyed his work but

Frankie The Face Sitter - Troy's Punishment

Troy Banks stood before the mirror in the boys restroom at St. Martin's School For Boys. He straightened his tie and washed his hands as he looked in the mirror at his own reflection. What looked back at him was a perfectly sculpted jawline & dazzling blue eyes. His thick dirty blond was hanging down over one eye. All in all Troy was pleased at what looked back at him. Troy was an

Glen: Locked Out Part 1

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

Glen: Three Strikes, You're Out, Part 3

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

Glen: Exposed At A Soccer Match

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.

Guido, Arrogant Muscle God Part 1

Arrogant, cocky & narcissistic were the three words that best described Guido Scarpelli. Though in his defense it was hard not to be arrogant when you looked like him. Dark sexy Italian good looks with short dark brown hair so dark it was almost black. Deep dark eyes set in a perfectly chiseled face.Then there was his body. He was 100% lean muscle. He had a perfect six pack and muscles that

Harry & The Fraternity Nerds Part 2

It had been three months since Harry's girlfriend, Jenny, had talked him into wearing here sheer white lacey thong. The deal had been that if he would wear her thong all day she would finally give him head for the first time. Harry did it and then after a surprise football practice was called he wound up having the entire team plus the coach see him in her scant little panties. Harry had

Harry, Fraternity Bitch, Part 3

It had been several weeks since Harry's encounter with Seymour & the men of Kappa Chi. At first the experience had humbled him. He was different. Much more subdued with less bravado. It was as if someone had let all the wind out of his sail. But as the weeks passed by his old arrogance can back with a vengeance. It was almost as if he were over compensating for the humiliation and ridicule

Harry: The Deal

"No way in hell!" Harry said as he got out of Jenny's bed and made his way across her dorm room. "Come on," pleaded Jenny who was still in bed under the covers. Shaking his head no, Harry bent down to pick his briefs from where he had thrown them on the floor the night before. He then began to work the small black cotton undergarment up over his well muscled thighs, pulling it over his

Harry: The Deal

"No way in hell!" Harry said as he got out of Jenny's bed and made his way across her dorm room. "Come on," pleaded Jenny who was still in bed under the covers. Shaking his head no, Harry bent down to pick his briefs from where he had thrown them on the floor the night before. He then began to work the small black cotton undergarment up over his well muscled thighs, pulling it over his

Humiliating Timmy - Strip Poker Spank Part 1

It was a typical Monday night for forty-five year old Tim Collins and his men. They were gathered around his dinning room table for their weekly game of strip poker. The whole idea for a weekly game of strip poker had started over twenty-two years ago when Tim was just a rookie on the Glendale police force. Tim wasn't much of a gambler in those days and as he sat in on the first poker game he

I'll Take A Side Of Ass

Isaiah had been working at Mike's Diner as a cook for nearly ten years. He didn't mind the job but he hated working the night shift. Nights were always slow and since they put in the new highway they had gotten even worse. The highway went right over the diner causing them to miss the little late night traffic they used to get. Isaiah couldn't figure out why Mike insisted on staying

Janitor's Bitch: Bitch In Training, Part 1

It was another late night at the office for Barry Spitzer. He had been working lots of late nights lately. It wasn't exactly that he minded. He didn't have a partner or any children to devote his time to. But, at the same time how would he ever meet anyone if he spent all his free time working over. But, he did hope that all his extra efforts would not go unnoticed by his boss Mr. Teiger.

K.Lo, Part Time BUTTler

I've know Kenny, who I refer to as K.Lo, for about 5 years now. As my story progresses you'll understand the nickname. Kenny started at the publishing company where I work as an intern while he was attending college. He was and is a good looking kid. No, he is not actually a kid he was 22 when I first met him but at 12 years his senior he seemed like a kid to me. He has wavy brown hair deep green

Kyle & His Father: Halloween Fright Night Part 5

It was Halloween. And once again the law firm where Jeff Hyatt practiced law was holding their annual Halloween Charity Masquerade Ball. Jeff & his late wife always loved Halloween and the two of them had passed their love of the holiday onto their now 19 year old son Kyle. Kyle and Jeff never missed the annual Masquerade Ball since the passing of Kyle's mother.This year Jeff opted to go as

Kyle & His Father: The Convenience Store Part 4

Attorney Jeff Hyatt & his 19 year old son Kyle were on their way from a charity affair that his law firm was sponsoring. It had been a black tie affair so both men were dressed to the nines in matching tuxedos. It was going on 2 AM as they drove along the highway. Jeff looked at the digital gas gage which was on the last bar and blinking. He knew he'd need gas before heading into the city

Kyle And His Father - The Taxi Driver

Jeff Hyatt rushed in the door from work in just enough time to shower and change before heading back out the door again. Jeff and his 19-year-old son, Kyle were meeting an old college friend of Jeff's for dinner tonight. Jeff's friend, Greg was celebrating his 40th birthday and the Hyatt men were taking him to dinner in one of the best restaurants in New York City. Jeff hated to drive into the

Kyle And His Father, Part 3 - A Drive In The Country

It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon as Jeff Hyatt and his 19-year-old son Kyle drove through the country. Jeff loved to take these long drives in the country and get away from the city for a while. Since he had made partner at his law firm these trips were becoming scarcer. So he treasured them all that much more. Plus it was a good time for him to get together with his Son and just talk and

Kyle, His Father & The Prowler

Kyle was awakened by a loud "THUD". He shot straight up in bed. "What?"he garbbled still half asleep. He looked around his room trying to focus still partly unaware was where he was. As he awoke he realized he was in his own room and that something had awoken him. He had heard a noise, that’s right a noise. But was it real or just part of a dream? Maybe it was his Father. He glanced at his alarm

Lance & His Stepdad: Joining Lloyd Part 3

Lance’s head was spinning after his crazy morning encounter with his new stepdad, Professor Lloyd Tuttle. He would soon learn that Lloyd came to breakfast every morning sporting his morning wood, went out side to get the paper in this state and proceeded with his day until his erection subsided. All of this was done with complete naïveté. His intent was not to flaunt his body. He truly

Lance & His Stepdad: Morning Wood Part 2

The rest of Lance’s first day home went pretty much the same with Lloyd, now naked except for his black nylon dress socks and sock garters, going about his afternoon and evening activities acting as if it was completely normal to be in this state in front of his stepson. And Lance’s mom, Gloria, seemed as oblivious as her new husband. But as odd as this all was Lance was enjoying the show

Lance & His Stepdad: The First Meeting

by BubbleButtLuvr Lance Harper knew when his mother remarried things would change but he had no idea just how much. His parents had divorced when he was quit young and his dad moved across country so most of his life it had just been him and his mother, Gloria. Then Lance went away to college. He was hesitant to leave his mother alone but she was insistent that he go. Within two

Master Peter and The Butler

Geoffrey pressed his ear to Peter's bedroom door. He could hear the shower running in Peter's private bathroom. He stood like that for several minutes listening to be certain that Peter was in the shower. Once he felt certain that Peter would not come out Geoffrey placed is white-gloved hand on the doorknob and turned slowly. The door eased open and Geoffrey crept silently into the room closing

Mr. Cromwell's Secret Exposed

At 39 years of age Oliver Cromwell was the youngest President that Hargrove Savings & Loan had ever had. But even at 39 Oliver had a better body than most men half his age. He stood a towering 6'3" and weighed 250lbs.His arms were an amazing 21" and his chest a staggering 52"; his waist 33" and his quads 28". And his ass, his ass ballooned out into a ridiculously huge 45" giving him a full foot

Officers Carter & Matthew: Hotel Spanking

It was the last day of the week long State Trooper Convention being held in South Beach and Officers Matthews & Carter were getting ready to check out shortly for their 1:00 P.M. flight back home. Their room was a complete mess. Dirty clothes were thrown all over the place. A pair of used multi-colored stripped bikini briefs hung from the a bed side lamp. Officer Jim Matthews arose from a sound

Officers Matthews & Carter: Roadside Discipline

If Officers Jim Matthews and Chad Carter had know what was in store for them they probably would never have pulled over the old rusty pick up with the Gay Pride sticker plainly placed in the back window of the cap on back. However not having the ability to see into the future they did pull it over and both men learned a lesson they would not soon forget. Officers Matthews & Carter had been

Officers Matthews & Carter: Visit To A Gay Beach

Officers Jim Matthews and Chad Carter were in South Miami Beach, Florida for their annual week long State Trooper Convention. It was the first day and the men got into town early. It was just after noon and they were already registered at the hotel and unpacked. The convention was scheduled to kick off that night at 7:00 P.M. with a Meet & Greet type dinner with the actual seminars and so forth

Rear End Window

I never used to think of myself as the kind of person who would spy on his neighbors. But, all that changed a few months ago. My name is Rob Miller. I live in an old brownstone in New York City, on the second floor. You know the kind, the ones where your back window faces the back window of your neighbor, with a courtyard in between. Those of you who have seen the classic movie Rear

Rear End Window

I never used to think of myself as the kind of person who would spy on his neighbors. But all that changed a few months ago. My name is Rob Miller. I live in an old brownstone in New York City on the second floor. You know the kind, the ones where your back window faces the back window of your neighbors with a court yard in between. Those of you who have seen Rear Window understand. And in some

Rear End Window, Part 2

It had been several weeks since I had been lucky enough to witness 18-year-old Dannny Macmillan's spanking at the hands of his father and I was convinced it was just that, a stroke of good luck. After the incident things remained the much the same, Danny would rise early and go for a run. He'd arrive home at 6:00 A.M. strip down to one of an assortment of skimpy bikini briefs that he owned and

Ricky & Mr Corrigan: Busted

Ricky has worked for me for the past six months and has been driving me into a wild sexual frenzy for just as long. Who am I? My name is Don Corrigan. I'm a 42 year old manager of an outfit called Pack-N-Move. We rent trucks and vans. Anyway, six months ago Ricky comes in for an interview. At 23 the kid is young enough to be my son. But, he's not and he's cute as hell. Jet black hair,

Scott's Bare Bottom Adventures: Moving In With Gary & His Son Jack

There is nothing particularly earth shattering about my story. My name is Scott. I grew up the Eastern part of the US. I'm 30's years old. I'm a bodybuilder/personal trainer. I stand about 5'10

Spanked Executive

"Hey watch what you’re doin', asshole! You just spilled your drink on me!” came the voice from the man in the seat next to where Mark was standing. Now at this point Mark could have apologized. Actually he should have apologized, but that was not Mark's style. Mark was conceited, arrogant and full of himself. To put it simply Mark was an asshole. Truth be told Mark had been this way his whole

The New Suit

Ian Marshall's cousin Marie was getting married. While Ian was not part of the wedding party he was still in need of a suit to wear to the ceremony. He hadn't worn a suit in over five years. In fact the last time he wore a suit was when he was fifteen and sang in the church Christmas pageant. He was now twenty three years old and had grown at least three inches. Being in his last year of college

Turning The Tables On Dad

Growing up all I ever heard was, "As long as you live under my roof you'll do as I say, young man!" Yeah my Father was very strict. Up until the time I moved out of his house, at age 22, I had to toe the line or accept the punishment. Punishment was always the same. Dad would make me strip to my briefs with my hands at my sides as he lectured me. Then I'd have to lie across his lap and take some

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