It now measured at an incredible 45" and still seemed to be growing. It was round and curvy resembling a woman's booty more than a man's. It was so big it dimpled and jiggled wildly as if it had a mind of its own. In fact it was so large that Barry hadn't even been able to wear traditional undergarments since he was 19. If they fit in the waist then they were too tight in the seat and would split out. If they fit in the seat then they were way too large in the waist. Finally Barry just started wearing jock straps on a daily basis. They gave him needed support in front but with an open back his butt was not so constricted.
As long as he could remember his over sized derrière got him attention. When he was younger his cousins both female and male wanted to play doctor all the time with him as the patient and his big cheeks the focus of the examination. Uncles would always give his ample backside an inappropriate squeeze when giving him a hug. Teachers would brush up against it "accidentally".
The most blatant experience he'd ever had with a teacher was during his last year of high school. Barry was 18 and his teacher was probably in his mid 30's. Barry had stopped showering Ayer gym because the other guys had started bullying him in the locker room. They'd call him names like hog ass and elephant butt. They'd slap his big bum and laugh or take his clothes leaving him in just a towel. They'd then rip this from his body leaving him with just his hands to cover his manhood for modesty. The would then laugh at the shape of his body. His thick thighs and rounded hips. And of course his ridiculously fat ass never escaped ridicule.
Then they'd play a game of keep away with his clothes. They would toss them back and forth as a naked Barry ran around trying to get them back. He'd jump up as his pants flew by but he'd never catch them. The other guys would laugh wildly as his huge melons jiggled when he jumped. Eventually it would end and they'd give him back his clothes leaving him to dress in shame as they called him names and oinked at him for having a sows ass. So he just stopped showering.
Then one day Coach Parker called him into his office after gym class. The coaches office was right in the locker room so Barry made his way in and closed the door. The coach told him he'd noticed that Barry was not showering and wanted to know why. Barry told Coach Parker how the boys had been sexually bullying him and that is why he stopped. He figured if he could change while they were in the shower he could avoid their abuse.
The coach let him know that he wound talk with his classmates but that he was required to shower as it was a school rule. To meet this requirement and have Barry separate from his classmates Coach Parker agreed to let Barry use the private shower in his office. It was a stand up stall off to the side.
That day Coach Parker made Barry strip right there for his first shower as he watched. Barry found this odd but the coach explained since he had not been showering after gym class he was now required to monitor Barry. This made no sense to the 18 year old but he complied. He could feel the coaches eyes drilling into him as he undressed. And when he turned to head to the shower he could have sworn that he heard the coach chuckle.
There was no curtain or door on the stall it was wide open and Coach Parker stood right outside the stall and watched Barry shower. In fact he instructed him on how to shower. He'd say things like, "Don't forget that big butt. Spread those fat cheeks wide and get between them. I'm sure they sweat quit a lot." This was even worse than the bullying he suffered at the hands of his classmates. He felt like he was giving his perverted coach a free show. He imagined the older man jacking off each night thinking about these private shower shows. And while the idea of someone stroking it to his ass did not bother Barry at all he wanted it to be on his terms.
Barry had realized for a few years now that he was gay. But if someone was getting off to his ass he wanted it to be part of something loving and reciprocal. Not because they viewed him as a circus freak and got off on his shame.
This went on for several weeks. The last straw came the day Coach Parker made him finger himself as he showered. He said, "Barry, that ass looks extra sweaty. I think you need to insert a finger and make sure it's good and clean." But one was not enough then the coach wanted two. Then three. Barry told him he felt clean and it wasn't needed but Coach Parker blocked the stall so he could not get out. He insisted Barry do as he was told. So Barry did because he felt he had no choice. By the time the teen got the third finger in he was whimpering and begging Coach Parker to let him stop saying, "Oh God Coach please let me stop. I'm clean." But the perverted coach forced him to keep finger banging himself to ensure he got ever crevasse.
After the whole humiliating shower Barry turned to see The front of Coach Parker's shorts wet with cum. At that point he told the coach he'd go back to showering with the other guys. He made up some excuse about things being better. The next day the locker room bullying resumed but at least he was no longer giving his gym teacher a private peep show.
Things like this happened his whole life. More than once he'd been openly fondled on a crowed subway. Or had some pervert follow him down the street filming his huge ass as he walked. And in theory all of these things sounded hot when he saw them in videos but in real life it was another story. He felt violated and abused. He was left to feel like a freak just because of the size of his ass.
Even sexual partners and boyfriends saw his as just a freakishly large ass and not a person. One guy wanted to write WIDE LOAD on his ass while he pounded him. Another wanted him to oink like a pig as he fucked Barry. Countless guys wanted him to dominate then by sitting on their face and bouncing as he force fed them his ass. Another guy wanted him to crawl around on the floor naked with his big cheeks aimed high as he made them jiggle. He wanted Barry to degrade himself by talking about what a big obscene ass he had and how he deserved to be punished and put in his place for having such a plump feminine rump.
And at the end of the day Barry was okay with some of this on occasion but he wanted more. He wanted someone who would want more than just degrading sex with the freakishly large booty. He wanted someone who saw him as a person. Someone to make love to.
When he got a job in finance Barry thought "Finally a place I'll be seen as more than just a monsterly large booty." Sadly that was not the case. Even in his professional life he was subject to lewd comments about his posterior. Guys would brush up against him and say things like "I'm sorry but there wasn't enough room to get by because your ass is so fat." This was always followed by a mocking laugh.
But the worst was Michael. Michael had been a transfer within the company. He came to the department as Barry's boss and made his life 100 times more difficult. From day one Michael eyed up Barry's enormous butt like a child eyed up candy. There was no doubt in Barry's mind that Michael wanted him. But Michael was a sexually repressed closet case who would never admit this. So instead he took out his sexual frustration in the form of cruel taunting comments to Barry. One time when Barry was in the supply room Michael came in walked up to him and said, "If I had an ass as big and disgusting as yours I'd be ashamed to be seen in public. It looks like two basketballs." This was followed by a laugh as Michael walked away leaving Barry to feel foolish about his big globes. And Barry was powerless to stop him because he was Barry's boss and he knew that reporting Michael would only make things worse so instead he just endured it.
But Barry had seen enough of porn and read enough of on line gay erotica to know there were people out there that would love his ass. It was just a matter of finding that person. That's when an idea struck him. Why not create an on line blog? A place to share his enormous rump with others who would appreciate its size and shape. He created a page on Tumblr and used an assumed name, Barak. The page was called BarakBigButt. He would post pics and short video clips of his ample booty as well as share some real life stories with others.
The page was a success and Barry was getting more positive attention from guys. Oh, sure there were still those who left mean degrading comments but overall people were positive telling him how hot his enormous booty was and how sexy he was. He was gaining confidence and even loving his big butt again. But this was to be short lived. After a couple of months one day as he was sitting at his desk working as Michael appeared from out of no where. He had an evil smirk on his face as he said "Good morning" Then he got real close and whispered in Barry's ear. "Shall I call you Barak, then?" Barry's face flushed red with embarrassment as Michael started laughing uncontrollably and he walked away.
Barry had had it! He had been humiliated all of his life because of his big bottom. Michael had tormented him for the past year with lewd comments and innuendos. And at the office Christmas party after a few to many drinks he even openly fondled Barry's gigantic booty in the men's room. The whole thing felt so surreal it was hard to believe it had happened. But it had. Even today when Barry thought about it his face blushed red with humiliation.
During the Christmas party, which was held in the office, Barry excused himself to use the men's room. He was standing at the urinal relieving himself when the door opened and someone walked in. "There you are whale ass.", came the drunken voice of his boss, Michael. Michael staggered up behind Barry and grabbed a handful of his big melons. "I mished you.", slurred Michael as he groped at Barry's ass like a drunk frat boy.
Barry could remember his hot alcohol drenched breath on his neck and how cheap he felt. But he froze in shock and horror allowing his boss to feel him up like a cheap $10 whore. Finally Michael had had enough and slapped him hard on the ass saying, "Let's get back to the party." And then he staggered off.
Of course the next day he acted as if nothing had happened. And again Barry was powerless to stop the sexual harassment. And now that he was feeling good about himself Michael was gonna try to take that away.
How had he found Barry's page anyway. The answer was clear Michael was searching the Internet looking for pics of guys asses. Barry had been right, Michael was closeted. But he'd never be able to prove that. Who would believe him? Plus he'd have to reveal the details of his Tumblr page. Instead Barry decided to gather up his courage and get even in a more non traditional way.
That night Barry went home and pulled up one of his pictures he had not yet posted and uploaded it with the following message below it: I hope that got your attention. If you really have seen my blog, then I want you to know that I won’t be intimidated at work. Sniggering “shall I call you Barak then?” isn’t that funny. You discover my online alias, you discover the naked butt blog but you discovered all this while looking for pics of guy’s butts. So you’re either gay or curious and now that you’ve seen me naked, we have no secrets. You and your mates have called me names for the last year and I’ve soaked it up in silence but now I get why you’ve been so cruel about the size of my arse. If you want to touch it I will let you. If you want to pull my trousers down, part my massive cheeks and look straight up at my clammy hole you can. And if you’re dick is as small as the girls say, you can even fuck me. Seriously. Stick a condom on and slide up my oversized elephant butt. What are actually waiting for now? We have no secrets. See you at work on Tuesday. I’ll be in the empty meeting room at lunch.
The three day weekend seemed to drag by. But finally Tuesday arrived. The morning was uneventful. In fact it was extra quiet. Barry knew Michael was in. He'd see him come in that morning and go straight to his office but hadn't seen him since. The morning went on at lunch time came. Barak gathered up all of his newfound courage and headed to the conference room as he had told Michael he would in his post. He left the door open slightly, got things ready and say at the conference table waiting facing the door.
He didn't wait long. A few minutes later the door opened and in walked Michael. He closed the door behind him. The two men locked eyes in a silent battle of wills. It was Michael who broke the silence. "I don't like be called out on line that way 'Barak'. I am your boss and could fire you simply for being indecent on line. If our share holders saw those pictures and your posts it could mean a great lose to the company."
But Barry held his own. Summoning up his new found courage he replied. "You and I both know that's bullshit. The share holders don't give a fuck about my on line profile. And if you were going to fire me you would have last week. But you didn't. Instead you thought about me over the weekend. Looked at my blog again and now show up here as I challenged you to do. My guess is you really do want an up close and personal view of my butt which you referred to as an elephants ass. I have no secrets from you anymore. You have seen my nude pictures on line. You win. Your my boss and if my ass is what you want then I have no choice but to give it to you. If you want to touch it just lock the door and come in and ask."
Still as cocky as ever Michael sneered at Barry as he locked the door and walked over to where his employee say. He towered over Barry looking down at him and said, "Okay let me touch your cow's ass."
Barry stood slowly never breaking eye contact with his superior. He turned his back on the man and looked back over his shoulder, "Go ahead, sir, feel me up again the way you did at the Christmas party. Oh,that's right you don't remember that, you were drunk. Well this time there are no excuses. Do what you want to my ridiculously large bottom. But be honest about it." Barry pushed his oversized bottom back.
Michael reached out with both hands and wordlessly began fondling both of Barry's plump melons. They were squishy and plump. It was almost like kneading dough. Michael bit his lower lip. After a full year of tormenting Barry he was now openly feeling him up in the conference room.
Barry began speaking again after several minutes. "You once made a comment about how much ass cheeks the size of mine must sweat. If you want to know the truth I'll let you lower my tight trousers and part my cheeks so you can see for yourself, sir. All you have to do is ask if you can lower my pants."
"Can I lower your pants?", Michael's voice came out in a croak. He was starting to lose some of his composure.
"Go for it.", replied Barry.
Michael moved in close. His crotch pressed into Barry's plump cushions as he reached around front and undid his belt. He then pulled down his zipper and undid the button on his trousers and pushed them down to the floor. Barry's round cheeks pushed the tail of his white dress shirt out. Michael lifted the dress shirt to get his first up close and personal look at Barry's bare dimpled cheeks. They were encased by the thin stretchy straps of his white jock strap.
This elicited a laugh from Michael. "Your wearing a jock strap to the office?"
"You've read my blog you know I have no choice. My cheeks are so full and round I can't wear traditional underwear. This is the only thing that gives me the need support in front while allowing my huge butt to be free. Go ahead part my thick heavy cheeks. Take a look at my clammy hole. You know you want to, Michael." Barry then leaned forward placing his hands on the table and bracing himself as he pushed his mountainous ass back at his boss.
"Your nothing but a slut. A fat assed slut.", said Michael as he sank to his knees and parted Barry's weighty cheeks.
"That's how you've treated me for the past year, sir. Like I was nothing more than a slut. So go ahead why show me any respect now take a look at my most private part. Can you feel how heavy my cheeks are? Can you imagine how difficult it must be all day feeling them wobble as I walk?"
Michael pried Barry's plump cheeks wide. They were heavy and thick. Sweat glistened along the man's deep ass crack. Nestled between the two slabs of fat was Barry's tight pucker. Michael licked his lips.
"Get a good look at that tiny little hole. What a contrast when you consider just how enormous my cheeks are. You want to fuck me don't you. The ultimate degradation. To stick your little cock in my cunt. To feel my fat cheeks swallow your tiny dick. You know the ladies in the office all say your not very well endowed but I don't mind. If you want to slap a condom on your little dick and fuck me I'll let you. That is what you want, sir, isn't it? Don't you want to fuck me hard to show me my place?", taunted Barry.
"Don't you worry about the size of my dick you goddam freak! I know how to use what I have!", snapped Michael.
"Then use is, Michael. Use it and show me who's in control.", replied Barry.
"You don't think I will!", retorted Michael. I'll show you. I'll put you in your place. But I'm not using any condom. You'll take it bare like the cheap slut you are!"
"If you think your man enough to put me in my place do it.", responded Barry with a laugh as he bent over the conference table and wiggled his colossal rump. He reached back with both hands and pried his enormous cheeks wide exposing his most private part to his most hated enemy. "Do it!", he snapped. "Put your tiny prick in me and put me in my place. Let's get this over with once and for all. For the past year this is what you've wanted. Don't even deny it. Go ahead and degrade me. Fuck me like the cheap fat assed slut you say I am."
"You asked for it, Jello butt!", replied Michael with venom. "Be prepared to be reminded of your place!"
Michael pushed down his trousers and boxers revealing his small rock hard member. Michael looked back over his shoulder and saw his boss's stiff penis and burst out laughing. "Your gonna fuck me with that? It can't be more than 4", and its hard. How is that gonna put me in my place?"
At that point Michael snapped, he pushed Barry forward pressing his chest to the table with his left hand as he brought his right hand down on his massive 45" of ass fat over and over. "Shut the fuck up! Your the fucking freak with that ridiculous girlie ass. I should be laughing at you. Look at how your cheeks wobble and jiggle with each swat!"
Barry continued to push his boss's button, "Go ahead Michael, spank my big bum. Then fuck it. Remind me of my place! You know you've wanted this since the first day you met me. Say it!"
"Fuck yeah!", bellowed Michael. "The way you strut around the office in those tight trousers. The way you tease as you bend. You deserve to be treated like a whore!" At that Michael took his dick and aimed at Barry's mountainous rump. "Spread those fat cheeks, now!"
Barry reach back parting his ample backside once more for his boss's amusement. Michael looked between the valley of Barry's deep dark ass crack looking for his tiny rosebud. Though Barry was pulling his own cheeks as wide as he could it was still hard to find amongst all that ass fat. Michael helped him pull his meaty cheeks apart. Would his little dick even be able to make it past those voluptuous cheeks into his tight asshole. He spit on his dick. That would be the only lube he'd use as he forced his 4" cock inside Barry's monstrously large ass. Michael pressed his body against Barry, he felt the head slip into Barry's pussy. Both men moaned.
Almost immediately Michael picked up his pace and began power fucking Barry. And Barry thrust his ass back hard matching him thrust for thrust. This was nothing slow or romantic about what was taking place. They were not making love they were fucking. This was a hate fuck pure and simple. These two men had spent the past year despising one another and now they were letting all that anger and hate out in the form of a hard sweaty fuck session.
Michael was breathing hard like an animal as he assaulted Barry's tight button. He grabbed onto his underlings plump cheeks as he plowed into him over and over, his chest heaving like a beast.
Looking back over his should Barry continued to challenge Michael as he pulled his own cock out the waistband of the jock and began stroking, "Go on sir, pound your tiny dick into my big freakish ass. Punish me for something I can't control. Humiliate me simply because you can. But who's the bigger freak, the guy with the enormous ass? Or the guys who's fucking him?"
"You fucking shit!", screamed Michael as he began fucking Barry harder As he spanked his meaty bottom.
"Oh, fuck I want you to cum in me, sir. Cum inside of me then send me back to work the rest of the day with your jizz dripping from my used pussy."
Michael kept fucking and spanking and Barry kept pushing his ample boot back on his boss's dong. His massive ass jiggled out of control. Then without warning Michael pushed Barry to the table pining him there as he let out a guttural cry and unloaded in Barry's tight warm hole. This unleashed something in Barry, who at the same time has exploding like a geyser all over the conference room floor.
Barry looked back at Michael. Michael looked at Barry. Their eyes met. Hate burning in each of their eyes. Michael rushed in and began kissing Barry. It was raw hard and animalistic. Barry returned the kiss. Their tongues explored one another's mouths.
As Michael's cock began to soften he pulled out of Barry and stepped back. Cum dripped from Barry's ass. "You look like a filthy whore.", said Barry with a sneer. And I don't care for the way to spoke to me. So I suggest you gather your things and get out because your fired." He then began to laugh.
But none of this phased Barry. He simply tucked his dick back into his jock and pulled his trousers back on. He then walked across the room and picked up his phone from where it had been perched on a shelf aimed at the conference table. He hit the stop button to stop the recording and then the play button to play back the recording as he aimed the screen at Michael.
His boss watched in silent horror as the scene he had just lived came to life in the small screen. He hadn't even noticed Barry had been recording the whole encounter. He saw Barry sitting at the table waiting. He saw himself enter. Barry fast forwarded to the end when Michael had cum inside of him and he unloaded on the floor. Then Barry hit stop and looked Michael in the eyes with more confidence than he had ever had before when dealing with his torturous boss.
There was a long silence as the two stared at one another. Barry finally spoke, "I don't believe I am fired, Michael. In fact this recording says that going forward your my bitch. You will stop calling me names and bullying me. You will not grope or molest me in any way against my will. You will treat me with dignity and respect because if you don't I'll first show this recording to the board letting them know how you sexually harassed me and then I'll see that this gets leaked on the Internet. I bet your wife would enjoy this video."
"Why you fat a...", began Michael.
"Ah ah ah.", said Barry no more of that. "Remember I now own you, Michael."
With that Barry turned to leave. He placed his hand on the door knob and stopped. He turned and looked at Michael then at his puddle of jizz on the conference room floor. "You might want to clean that up, sir. There's a meeting in here in five minutes." He then turned back around opened the door and strutted down the hall allowing Michael the privilege of watching his huge cheeks wobble as he walked.
The End
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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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