With that said Trey was not without potential. It's just that his potential had remained untapped. Under those thick framed glasses he had the most beautiful blue green eyes, the color of the ocean. And his lips were full and pouty with a slight unintentionally cocky curve to the left when he smiled. And underneath his polyester dress pants and pocket protector was a naturally lean and well defined body with six pack abs. And between his legs hung the biggest set of low hanging balls with a fat dick that even flaccid measured in at just over nine inches. But again all of this seemed wasted on Trey as he either didn't know or didn't care about what he had.
In fact the only thing that even registered with Trey as far as his appearance went was his larger than average backside. It had been the curse of all the Fisher men for generations. While being very lean and well defined naturally he had a 28" waist and had never worked out a day in his life. However, though his waist measured in at 28" his ass measured in at 44", a full 16" larger than his waist! This was certainly very obvious and something he had been teased about his whole life. His ample booty was a great source of embarrassment for Trey. As a result of the vast difference in his waist and his ass he always had to have his pants specially fitted.
In addition traditional underwear just did not fit him right. Briefs dug in to his plump mounds and hurt. If boxers fit in the seat they were too big in the waist and if they fit in the waist his big buttocks would come bursting through ripping the back seam right out. But it wasn't as if he could go without underwear due to his large endowment. He needed something for support. In the end Mr. Fisher had to start buying his son thongs. This was another source of great embarrassment for Trey. In gym class he always changed in a stahl so no one would see him in his ass exposing underwear.
And as a result he hated doctors visits. One time he overheard two male nurses talking about his thong and the fact that his ass was so large. They were commenting on how much it jiggled when he got on the scale. Trey was completely humiliated and turned crimson as he heard them discussing his monster ass and tiny undies. Shit he knew his ass jiggled. He could feel it every time he moved but he couldn't help it. Of course it was gonna jiggle. Something that big naturally jiggles.
But aside from that he didn't really mind so much that he didn't fit in so well. He was just sick of being picked on and all the name calling. That's why when his father announced that his job was transferring him across country to California Trey became excited. He had just started his senior year of high school and this was a chance for a fresh start in a place where nobody knew him. He could blend into the background quietly and no one would bother him. Or so he thought. But this was high school and no one could just blend in especially when their appearance made them stand out so far. Little did Trey know what new humiliations awaited him when he enter Mr. Barth's home room that first day. Nor did he know I how he would feel about these new humiliations.
Trey entered the room and made his way to the back hoping to go unnoticed. But that was not to be. He passed Will Tyler and his band of delinquent followers on his way to the back of the class. Will was a bully and always had been. He was quit large for 18. He was 6'4" and muscular with big meaty biceps and a rotten attitude. Will felt the world owed him something and if he didn't get it he just took it. Will delighted in picking on the weaker boys and humiliating them every chance he got. There didn't have to be a reason Will was just simply rotten. And the band if buffoons were no better bowing to his every whim helping him bully, humiliate & degrade their classmates. And Trey was a perfect target for Will.
Trey quietly passed Will and his friends. His short polyester slacks clung to his every curve and his big balloon butt bobbed up and down as he walked. Will caught sight of Trey's big wobbling bottom and took notice. "Holy shit! Hey, Fat Ass, that's one gigantic butt you have there."
Will's buddy's laughed at his comment as they took in Trey's meat cakes. Trey felt himself blush crimson. He knew the comment was directed at him but just kept walking hoping to ignore it.
Will rose to his feet. "Hey, Fat Ass, I'm talking to you. I said that's one gigantic butt you have.", he declared.
It was obvious Trey could not ignore this so he stopped and turned to face Will. "Yes, I know, my butt is massive. I'm sorry.", apologized Trey as if he's done something wrong.
This got a huge laugh from Will and his pals. But Will wasn't done. "That thing is fucking obscene. You should be ashamed having an ass so fat and round. It looks like a chicks ass. You should try to cover it it,", sneered Will.
Hanging his head and blushing Trey replied, "Yes I know it is obscene. I'm sorry I'll do a better job of covering it in the future."
Again the group of boys laughed. At that point Mr. Barth entered the room and told everyone to get to their seats. Trey took off in a hurry and sat but Will and his group continued to laugh. They were gonna enjoy screwing with the new kid.
The rest of the day was uneventful for Trey. That is until last period, which just happened to be gym class. His gym teacher, Mr. Killian, didn't have a uniform that fit Trey's oversized cakes so he was told he could sit out and just watch today. Tomorrow he would have to report to Mr. Killian so he could be fitted and have a special uniform ordered.
Unfortunately, Will was in Trey's gym class and every time he passed him he'd make a smart aleck comment. Things like, "What's the matter your ass too big to fit in gym shorts?" or "What's the matter that fat ass weighing you down?" All through class Trey had ignored him.
After gym Coach Killian asked Trey to round up the equipment and put it in the locker since he didn't have to change. But this put him in the locker room at the worst possible time. Most of the guys had showered and changed already and were headed out of the locker room but Will and his group were standing around bull shitting. All Trey had to do was grab his book bag from his locker and slip out but once again he caught Will's eye.
"Trying to slip out without saying good-bye, Fat Ass.", taunted Will.
Trey blushed, "No, Will. I just didn't want to miss my bus." Then awkwardly Trey gave a quick wave and said "Hi."
Will's buddy's laughed. "Come here, Fat Ass.", said Will.
"I don't want to miss my bus."
Anger flashed in Will's eyes. No one defied him. "Are you telling me no?"
Will was smart enough to know how to responds to this. "Of course not, Will. What did you want?"
"I've been tellin' some of my buddies who weren't around this morning about how fat your ass is. Turn around and show them, Fat Ass.
Trey's mind raced. This was awful. How did he get here? He was hoping for a fresh start here and already things were worse. "Please, Will. I'd rather not."
Again anger blazed in Will's eyes, "That sounded like a 'no' but I know I must be mistaken. You wouldn't say no to me would you, Fat Ass?"
Sheepishly Trey replied, "Of course not."
Will sneered, "I didn't think so, now turn around so my boys can see just how big your booty is."
Across the locker room was Coach Killian's office. A long two way mirror which took up the top upper half of the wall. On the other side of that wall sat the coach behind his desk. He watched as the scene between Will and Trey began to unfold. This was not a new scene to the coach, Will had always been a bully. This didn't bother Coach Killian so much though as he too was a bit of a bully himself.
Not being able to bully students himself he took a certain amount of enjoyment in watching Will in action. Though Coach Killian had only just met Trey he instantly disliked him. In the coaches opinion Trey was weak and asking to be picked on. So rather than step in Coach Killian just sat back and watched from behind his two way mirror.
Trey looked into Will's eyes pleading him not to humiliate him but Will just snapped, "Come on Fat Ass, turn around so my boys can see that ridiculous ass."
Slowly Trey turned. His white dress shirt was tucked into his black polyester slacks and his oversized bottom bubbled out. He heard audible gasps from the other guys. Including Will there were six of them. He heard one guy exclaim, "God damn!!! It's massive!" This made Trey blush profusely.
Then one of the guys commented, "It's as big as Miss Newsome's."
Another commented, "I have her for Algebra and trust me his is bigger. I mean hers is big but his is some how fuller, rounder."
The first guy said, "I wonder if it jiggles when he moves the way hers does."
"Go ahead, Fat Ass, show us. Does that jumbo booty jiggle when you move?", taunted Will.
Trey blushed, "Of course it jiggles when I move. I can't help it. It's so big it has no choice but to jiggle."
The guys all laughed. Will spoke, "I'd be embarrassed if I had a butt so fat. Your ass looks like a chicks."
Trey hung his head in shame, "It's not my fault. It just started growing and won't stop. All the men in my family have big butts but mine is the biggest."
"So make it jiggle for us.", ordered Will.
Trey looked back over his shoulder asking, "Are you serious?"
"Do it!", snapped Will.
Trey just closed his eyes and accepted his fate. He began wiggling his huge hind quarter from side to side. It wiggled and wobbled. The momentum built up and it to continue bouncing even when he stopped moving. Then Trey starting jumping up and down and his meaty rump began jiggling like jello. Then he stopped and just stood there. His jumbo cheeks continued to move even as he stood still. The laughter and hoots were loud from the guys.
The guys kept snickering and laughing as they chatted amongst themselves humiliating poor Trey. One of the guys commented, "His pants look painted on. How does he ever find pants that fit over that fat thing?"
"Good question.", said Will. "How do you find pants that fit over your whale butt."
Trey felt his face flush hot, "I have to have them specially made."
"What the fuck? You mean your ass is so big you can't even wear regular pants?", wailed Will. "What do you have to have specially made underwear too?"
Silence washed over the room as Trey hung his head in shame but said nothing.
Will pick up on this right away, "I was joking. But was I right?"
Completely humiliated Trey replied, "Regular briefs digging into my cheeks because they are so large. And my big butt always rips out the seat on boxer or boxer briefs. So my dad started buying me thongs."
This got the loudest laugh of all from the other boys. "Your 'daddy' buys you thongs?", teased Will. "So your wearing one right now?"
Again silence from Trey.
"No fucked way.", bellowed Will. "Show us."
"You want me to show you my underwear?", asked Trey shocked.
"Did I stutter?", sneered Will. "Shows us now!"
Trey had had enough, "No!"
"What did you say to me?"
"I said no. Ever since I first met you this morning you have gone out of your way to humiliate me calling me Fat Ass and making me do degrading things. I know I have a big butt. That's not my fault why do you feel it's your place to punish me for it? Now I have been a good sport and done everything you have asked but dropping my pants to show you my underwear is where I draw the line. So, no.", asserted Trey.
Anger blazed in Wills eyes. No one told him no. "You have one more chance drop your pants or my boys will take them down for you."
But Trey stood his ground. He glared back at Will. From behind the two way office mirror Coach Killian watched the scene unfold. The room was silent then Will said, "Get his pants off guys. Fat Ass needs to learn his place."
All if a sudden two of Will's buddy's shoved Trey face first into the lockers and pinned him there as a third started fumbling with his belt buckle and zipper. Trey screamed out and tried to fight them off to no avail. He felt his pants being pried from his mammoth ass. The pants were tight so it was a struggle to get them over his huge slabs of ass fat. Trey continued to fight trying to shake the guys off but that only added to his shame because the struggle caused his jumbo buns to jiggle wildly for the amusement of his tormentors. They laughed and hooted watching his huge cakes jiggle in his slacks.
A second guy jumped in and helped get Trey's pants down over his gargantuan rump. Trey fought and struggled but was no match for the four men on him. He could feel his pants slipping over his meaty white globes. His dress shirt only came half way down his bulbous bottom. The bottom half of his booty stuck out from under his shirttail.
His ass was full and round and if it jiggled before with his pants on now it was out of control. The slacks at least pulled all that milky white ass flesh in and contained it. But now with nothing but a thin thong strap between his soft young ass cheeks they just quivered and bounced all over the place.
From inside his office Coach Killian watched as the bullies stripped Trey of his pants. He knew he should stop it but there was a part of him that wished he were in Will's place ordering his buddies to strip the fat assed nerd, putting him in his place. As the pants slide down over Trey's ample ass the coach rose to his feet from behind his desk. He walked over to the two way mirror for a better look. His jaw dropped in awe as he saw Trey's big bare cheeks for the first time. They looked even larger unclothed. The thin white dress shirt did little to cover him. His long deep dark ass crack was clearing visible under the small piece of material. In a whisper to himself he said, "That's it guys expose his big blubber butt. Show him who's in charge."
Trey continued to struggle knowing that it was only making his ass vibrate all the more but what was he to do just let these guys strip him naked without a fight? He could feel his over sized mounds quiver and he blushed again. The two guys continued to pull his pants all the way down. Going so far as to lift one leg and then the other to slip them off completely.
Trey stood there pinned to the locker, pantless, his legs spread wide and his back arched causing his mountainous bottom to jute out.
Then the fifth guy moved in and raised his shirttail up high on his back and sort of rolling it up his back halfway so that now Trey's plump pillows were completely on display for the six bullies and spying coach to see. And planted firmly between his ample cheeks was the thin strap of his thong.
Now that the bullies saw the thong in person they all started to laugh. It was a deep purple with tiny lavender polka dots all over it. The sides and back were very thin. The tiny under garment dug into Trey's soft young flesh pushing his rump out further.
"Nice panties.", wailed Will.
"Screw you!", spat Trey.
Will reached out and grabbed Trey plump cheeks feel him up. Then he gave them a playful slap causing them to quaver. Trey could feel the weight of his flesh mounds moving. Then each of the guys took their turn groping at Trey's posterior. The hands of strangers who's names he didn't even know roamed his mega rump. They discussed his ass as he were not even there. It was as if he were just an object to be played with like a cat who had cornered a mouse.
Coach Killian's hot breath fogged his side of the mirror as he watched Trey's shame. He felt himself get hard inside his jock. Watching this jumbo rumped nerd being degraded was really getting him off. Softly he whispered, "Feel up those fat cheeks. Remind him who's the boss."
Eyeing up Trey's scant thong Will asked, "What's the point in wearing anything if your gonna wear something so small."
Irate Trey replied, "I told you I can't wear traditional underwear because of my large butt. But I still need support."
Will laughed, "Yeah I'm sure your hung like a horse."
This comment caused one of the guys pinning Trey to the locker to look down, "Aaahhhh...Will. I think he might be part horse."
This got Will's attention. "What?"
"His dick. It's crazy big. Like seriously abnormal."
"Spin him around.", ordered Will. "Let's have a look."
Trey didn't even have a chance to say anything. All of a sudden Will's two goons spun him around and pinned his back to the locker holding him in place.
The room fell silent as each of the six school boys took in the sight of Trey's package. It bulged out in front lewdly giving the appearance that it might burst thought the thin purple pouch of the thong at any moment. Trey's eyes scanned the group. He watched in embarrassed horror as each guy stared openly at his oversized member. He was soft but still a good nine inches, at least.
Coach Killian continued spying. He put his hand to the two way mirror as if to reach out and touch Trey's prick while with the other hand he groped the front of his uniform shorts. He bit down slightly on his lower lips as he said, to himself, "Fucking freak of nature."
It was Will who found his voice first, "What the fucks wrong with you, Fat Ass? Is there anything about you that's not abnormally large? Are you some sort of a freak?"
Now most guys would be proud to have a dick so large but Trey was not most guys. He was shy and backward. He hated to have the attention on him. He didn't yet understand the power if a big cock. All he knew was it made him stand out as different. And now Will, who was actually jealous, was making fun of his large endowment. All Trey could go was blush.
One of the other guys commented, "Look at the size of his nuts. They are like baseballs."
Will reached out and yanked down the front of Trey's thong. His long fat cock and round heavy nuts popped out and hung there. Without the thong to reign them in they hung low. Will let his hand graze Trey's dick as he said, "Your like some over morphed walking freak show. I bet those big nuts hold a lot of cum."
Trey blushed and looked away. It was true his nuts were full of cum. He could jack off five times a day and still have plenty to spare. His loads were always big and creamy. He could cum in his own face without even trying. Not that he did that often but that was why he could not lay back and jack off or he would coat his own face.
"I asked you a question!", barked Will.
Not making eye contact Trey replied with a simple, "Yes."
Everyone laughed. "Well this we gotta see.", said Will as he reached down taking hold of Trey's thick veiny member. To Trey's horror Will started to stroke him.
"No! Please!", pleaded Trey. "What are you doing?"
"First we're gonna see how much bigger this thing gets then we're gonna see just how big your loads are.", taunted Will.
"No!", cried Trey. "Please stop! Your gonna get me hard. You'll make me cum if you don't stop."
All the guys laughed. "That's the point, Fat Ass."
At this point the two goons pinning Trey to the locker pulled him forward so that he now stood in the middle of the locker room. They still held him in place but now he was no longer against the locker. His big cheeks jiggled as Will milked his growing cock.
It kept growing and growing much to Trey horror. He looked at Will. Their eyes met. Will's look was hard and mean. It was obvious this was about humiliating Trey rather than bringing him pleasure. Trey's eyes were pleading, begging this twisted bully not to put him through the degradation of a public milking. But still Will's skill could not be denied as Trey's cock continued to grow. Nine and a half, ten, ten and a half, eleven, eleven and a half, eleven and three quarters. And that's where it stopped growing just shy of a foot.
Trey's breathing became labored. Part of him hated Will. He had humiliated and degraded him more than anyone ever had. But at the same time his dick felt wonderful. Will had skills. But at the same time he could not allow himself to ejaculate in front of these twisted boys. He couldn't let them see him experiencing one if his mind blowing orgasms.
Will stopped stroking and said, "Fuck my hand, Fat Ass."
"Do I have to!", pleaded Trey.
In response Will squeezed his cock hard letting Trey know this was not a request but a command. Trey began slowly thrusting his hips forward as he fucked Will's hand. His mega rump shook and bounced as he fucked the bully's hand. His large nuts swung freely between his legs slapping off his thighs. They were like a pendulum on a dirty clock swaying back and forth.
"He's doing it. The freak is fucking Will's hand.", came a voice from the crowd.
Behind the closed door of his office Coach Killian watched Trey's humiliation with great interest. He could not believe the dick on this kid. His cock was every bit as large as his ass. "Fuck his hand you fat assed big dicked freak. Blow that big fucking load.", whisper the coach to himself.
Trey knew that it would not take him long to cum. Even under the circumstances. He felt all eyes on him. He felt foolish, his large endowment hanging out the waist band of his thong as a virtual stranger molested him for the amusement of other strangers.
Trey stopped fucking Will's hand but Will did not skip a beat as he began stroking Trey again. Trey's eyes scanned the crowed as he pleaded with Will to stop. "Please stop. Your gonna make me cum! Please, Will!!!!!!"
And that was it. He felt his balls tighten and his asshole clench as his balls drained. Trey's eyes scanned the faces of his six tormentors as his hot load fired from his oversized hose. Blast after blast of jizz hit the locker room floor. Trey's body convulsed as he screamed out. The feeling was euphoric. The intensity of his ejaculation combined with the odd feel he felt as the boys watched him cum. It was humiliation but was it something more. He wasn't sure what though.
Finally his cock stopped shooting and Will let his cock drop. It slapped off his thigh with an audible slapping sound. His freakishly large prick crept down his leg. With a devilish grin Will said, "Look at the mess you made fat ass. Get down on all fours and clean it up."
Trey knew there was no point in fighting so he dropped to the floor on all fours. Looking up he said, "I need a towel."
Wills grin was pure evil as he said, "Use your tongue."
"What!!!", wailed Trey. "You want me to lick my load off the locker room floor like a animal?"
Will nodded and said, "And as you do it I want you looking up at us so we can see the look in your eyes."
"Your fucking twisted!", snapped Trey. But even as he said it he knew he was beat. He bent forward. His plump ass hung out the back of his thong. His huge cock dragged on the dirty locker room floor. He lowered his face to the ground and began licking up his own cum.
"I said look up at us!", ordered Will.
Trey looked up. His tongue dragged across the floor. Cum filled his mouth and overflowed. He made eye contact with Will who snapped a picture of Trey using his phone. Anger blazed in Trey's eyes. He continued crawling across the floor licking up his own sperm and swallowing it. His big bottom quivered as he slowly crawled. He had never been so degraded in his life. But again there was something else he was feeling. Something he'd never experience before. He was conflicted. Was there a part of him that was enjoying what was happening? He wasn't sure how to process this.
From inside the office Coach Killian continued whispering encouragement to the bullies and spitting out degrading comments to Trey. Not that his words could be heard by the boys. He was in shock when Trey blew his load. It just kept shooting out with such force. And now watching him crawl around on the locker room floor and feast on his own cream as his fat ass wobbled and his large dong dragged along the floor. It was all too much. Coach Killian looked down to see he had jizzed his shorts. And as much as he was enjoying the show he knew it had to end at some point.
Untucking his shirt to pull down and hide his erection and cum stain the coach entered the locker room bellowing, "Alright boys. Get moving. Your gonna miss your buses." Then looking down at Trey on the locker room floor, his own cum pouring from his mouth and dripping from his chin, he said, "And what the hell your doing, Fisher? You didn't even take gym today! Get dressed and get out!"
Trey looked at Coach Killian then at Will, who dared him to speak with his eyes. But Trey was not stupid. He just replied, "Yes, sir.", as he stood and tried his best to retrieve his dignity.
Will and the other boys left and Coach Killian went back to his office leaving Trey to dress. As he did he thought, "So much for a fresh start." But strangely as he thought this he was smiling.
The End
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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
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
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
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 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
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 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
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
"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
"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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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 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’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
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
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
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
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
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
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 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
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
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
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 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,
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
"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
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
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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