Friday, October 16, 2015

Backfire (Max story 18)

Max is a version of perfection.

With his bright blue eyes, golden blonde hair, extremely handsome face, and toned, muscular body, 21-year-old Max was very much the ideal young man to many people.  Perhaps his overly bulbous, big bubble butt cheeks would be a bit too much (too tempting, too homoerotically appealing) for some people to accept but Max rarely got complaints about those mega-buns of his.

Being around Max all the time made Brent (Max's best friend) feel self-conscious about his own appearance.  Brent was just an average guy so he sought Max's help in getting him in-shape.  Brent never liked working-out much but he figured that he'd feel better about himself if he at least tried.

Doing occasional work-outs with Max did help Brent feel more energized but there was something else to it....

Today, while working out with some weights in a spare room at Max's house, Brent loved any excuse to be physically close to Max.  Brent didn't consider himself gay, or even bisexual actually, but the fact of the matter is that he found Max to be unbelievably sexy.  Max was physically stunning enough as it was--just looking at him--but the "cherries on the cake" was the fact that toned, in-shape Max had such a massive, balloon-like pair of glutes that it seemed unreal.  Brent was obsessed with Max's big, perfectly round butt cheeks.

How could anyone--man or woman--not want to fuck Max?

After one of their workouts, the boys headed over to a nearby convenience store to buy some beer.  The day was humid and warm, but beautiful, so they decided to walk a bit rather than drive.  Brent enjoyed being seen out in public with Max.  They walked down the sidewalk in their tank tops and workout gear, two sweaty young men cooling down.

Max wore a pair of thin, bright blue, shiny, lycra-spandex tights that came down to his knees.  His wife had bought the tights for him a while back because she too enjoyed looking at Max's deluxxxe posterior.  The vertical seam on the seat of the tights dug severely up Max's deep ass crack, giving him an incredible wedgie.  But it was no big deal to him.  Max's massive bubble buns meant that he usually had a wedgie no matter what he wore.  The workout had made Max all sweaty.  The vertical back seam on the seat of Max's spandex was wedged deep between his butt melons and sticking to his juicy pucker.

After a little while, Max and Brent got to the store.  The store was run by a scuzzy-looking guy in his early 50's named Phil (paunchy, balding, thick and ugly glasses, 5'2").  Phil had run his grungy, little liquor store in the neighborhood for decades and Max had been in there countless times.  Phil wasn't exactly a family friend or anything but he had played card games a few times alongside Max's father, Blake.

Over the years, Phil had had the pleasure of watching Max grow up from being a child to being the over-the-top sexy specimen that Max was now.  He thoroughly enjoyed watching that young man's keister become bigger and rounder and fuller as time went on.

"I hope to heaven that Blake beats that boy's incredible ass from time to time.....I know that I sure would," thought Phil every time Max came into the store.

"Hey there, Max," grunted Phil.  "Just finish up at the gym with your friend here?"  Phil didn't even bother making eye contact with Max since he was too busy oogling the young man's massive ass cheeks jiggling and glistening in those blue spandex tights.  Digging so far up Max's crack, the spandex looked as though it was painted on.

"Yeah, hi Phil, yeah we were working out at my house but we're just gonna stop in for a moment.  How are you?," replied Max.

"I'm great.  It's nice to see you, young man.  Tell your dad I say 'Hi'", said Phil in a neighborly fashion.

"You got it," said Max.  Phil had always made him feel uncomfortable since he constantly leered at him whenever they crossed paths.  Max's huge cakes bounced enticingly as he walked over to a nearby aisle to shop the beer selections with his friend.

Since going to the liquor store was Brent's idea, Max assumed that Brent would have been the one to bring the money for beer.  But he hadn't.

"I thought that you brought some money," said Brent.

"No, bro, I thought that you had brought some," said Max.

"Oh shit, now we've gotta walk seven blocks back to your house.  Damn," continued Brent, frustrated.

But Max had an idea.

"Just snatch a couple of the smaller bottles.  This guy has terrible eyesight and the kids in the neighborhood always steal stuff from here.  He's kind of a prick so I never feel bad for him.  Next time we'll buy some extra beers but, for today, let's just say they're on the house.  I never liked the guy," said Max, showing a side of himself that his best friend of many years had never seen.  Brent actually appreciated the idea and liked this "bad boy" side of Max.

"OK!," chuckled Brent, "If you think that we can pull it off, I'm all for it.  It's better than having to walk all the way back, right?"

"Exactly," answered Max.  "I'll distract him, you grab two bottles, and walk out while I'm talking to him.  I'll meet you outside in a couple of minutes."

While Brent figured out which bottles to steal (which ones would fit conveniently in his shorts pockets), Max walked to the other side of the store, over to Phil at the counter who was watching baseball on a crumby little TV by the register.

"It's been a while, Max," leered the clerk.  "You've certainly become a very handsome young man, haven't you?  I heard that you're working down at the amusement park as an actor or somethin'."

"Yeah, I play a superhero and take pictures with tourists, that whole thing," smiled Max who was slightly flattered that people were talking about him around town.  While he was talking, Max bent over and pretended like he was retying the laces on his gym shoes, his overly-bulbous, shining blue lycra ass cheeks popping out in Phil's direction.  He knew that those beefy buns would grab the man's attention.

"People say that the guy at the amusement park's got the most unbelievable rump around and, boy oh boy, they've got that right!" chuckled the creep.  "When I heard that I thought to myself 'Yep, that's gotta be Blake's boy, Max, because he's the good-lookin' kid with the magnificent buns!'  That's what I thought to myself so I figured that that was you," said Phil.

"Well, you guessed right," chuckled Max, hoping that this plan of his was going to be enough to snatch some beer so that he and Brent could head out and be on their way, no real harm done.  After a minute or so of bending over to "tie his shoes", Max stood up and pretended to look at some of the shelves near the counter.

"Did you boys need help finding anything?" asked Phil.

"You know?  No, actually, I don't think that we need anything today.  Just looking," answered Max as Brent slipped out the store door, a beer bottle in each pocket.  "We'll see you next time, I guess."  Max nodded at Phil, turned around, and then began walking towards the door himself.

"Not so fast, Mr.," said Phil coldly.  All of a sudden, he yelled towards the door:  "Get the fuck back in here, moron!  Don't you dare steal them bottles!!!!"

Brent sheepishly walked back in through the door, the color drained from his face.  "We were planning to pay for these--I was just going to my car to get some money, seriously" said Max's terrified best friend.

"Don't give me that bullshit, you little bastard, I'm gonna call the cops!  Wait right here!" said Phil as he reached towards his phone.  Phil did have terrible eyesight but he was no dummy.  He could figure out exactly what Max and Brent's plan was.

"Please don't call the cops, sir!" objected Brent.  "We're sorry; I'm just gonna put them back...."  Brent hoped that this would placate the situation as he put the beers back on the shelf where they belonged.

"That's a real shame, Max, a real god-damned shame.  I didn't think that you were that kind of a guy," said Phil.

"I'm not," said Max, feeling bad about his terrible idea.  "Look.....we're truly sorry.  We're gonna go back to my house, grab some money, come back, and pay double, okay?"

"No, not okay," Phil responded.  "Theft is a serious issue.  I'm the owner of this god-damned store so whatever assholes like you steal from me comes from right outta my own pocket.  You're a little asshole, Max.  I'm gonna call the police and then I'm gonna call your dad too."

Max knew that his parents would be mortified to find out that their married, 21-year-old son was doing something as dumb and immature as stealing from a convenience store.  This was such an impulsive and idiotic idea and Max knew it.  He thought that maybe he could remedy this situation.

"How about we clean up the store for you or help you out in some way?" offered Max, desperately.

Phil thought about this for a minute.  This was a great opportunity for a couple of different reasons:

1.) He could get these boys to never steal from him again.

2.) He didn't really feel like bothering getting the police involved on another small case of store snatchin'.  Phil had done that many, many times already.  It didn't help anything and was more fuss than anything else.

3.) His store could actually use a bit of a spit-shine, come to think of it....

and, most importantly,

4.)  When else would he get the chance to teach Max a valuable lesson?  Max had to pay for his mistake ......and the fee would be his own round, bubble ass.

"Alright.  Fine.  Just this once," said Phil oh-so-generously.

Phil handed a broom to Brent and ordered him to sweep around the dingy convenience store.

As for Max, Phil got a ladder out from the back room and had Max climb up it.  He ordered Max to start dusting some upper shelves with a dirty-looking rag.

"That's right, young man, make this place clean.  Maybe you boys trying to steal from me turned out to be not-so-bad anyway," chuckled the old pervert.  As Max was standing with his feet planted a few rungs up on the ladder, this was the perfect level for Phil.  Phil was holding the ladder as Max stood on it, Phil's face at the exact same level as Max's delicious ass.

"I don't need you falling off this ladder and suing me, Max, so I better make sure that it stays put," Phil said with his face about 1 inch away from Max's massive behind.  Max could feel the man's breath on his butt when the guy spoke.

Max glanced over his shoulder, down the ladder, for a second to see Phil's face.  Phil, smiling, had his face almost nestled between Max's puffy, round butt cheeks.

"You've got an A+ caboose on you, kid!" cackled Phil.  "I gotta's not a terrible view from here."

In those shiny blue spandex tights, Max's perfectly round ass cheeks looked like glistening, over-inflated rubber balls.  The back seam on the seat of the skin-tight lycra rode up between his buns--wedging deep in that sweaty crack-- and was firmly held in place by Max's sticky, wet, little sphincter.

"Why even bother wearing pants at all when you're wearing spandex that tight!?  It looks like somebody painted them on you!" exclaimed Phil who had never had a more erotic experience in his life than the one he was having right now.  Nothing turned him on more than having his face up close to Max's incredible rear end.

"Unibutt" was never a problem that Max had with his pants.  His buns--which naturally came across as an exaggeration of the perfect male bubble butt--in their magnificent roundness, typically created a wedgie with his pants.  Always two, huge, slightly seperated globes sticking out behind him--never a unibutt.  Butt-crack city all the time, every day.  And, yes, people couldn't help but notice that handsome stud and his stunning applebottom (melon bottom was more like it).  Max had a difficult time finding pants that suited him due to his unusual physique:  a trim waist and big, puffy butt.  Sometimes he even had to resort to getting specially-made pants made just for him at a tailoring shop in town.  Because of his oversized booty, Max had been dealing with wedgies all his life.  What other choice did he have?

Max's wife, Kara, loved her hunky, young, blue-eyed, blonde husband......and what she loved about him the most was his unbelievably voluptuous man-ass.  Sometimes she privately joked with her friends that she was "a gay man trapped in a straight woman's body".  Because of the stretchy material, Kara typically bought spandex tights for her husband to wear during his workouts which is why today of all days (probably the worst day....) Max was stuck wearing thin, shiny, blue, second-skin tights on his lower half.

"I should have worn baggy basketball shorts today," thought Max to himself.  The vertical seam on the seat of his spandex was riding up deeper and deeper into Max's ass crack, and sticking more and more to his dewy butt pucker, as the dusting duty continued.  It was a humid day and Max had just done a rigorous workout with Brent less than a half hour ago.  Plus, he was nervous about how this situation was going to play out.  Max was aware that his spandex-encased bubble ass was sticky and swampy.  He felt self-conscious about Phil's face being so close to his butt.

Phil was mezmerized by that big, shiny, blue butt in his face, wishing he could spread Max's glutes apart and slide up in there forever.  As soon as Phil's thoughts were about to get much nastier (as a chubby little boner was becoming more obvious in the shop owner's pants), Brent ran out of floor space to sweep.

"I've swept all there is to sweep, sir," said Brent as he turned towards the other two men.  At that moment, he saw Max on the ladder (dusting upper shelves as far as he could reach) with Phil's face practically motorboating Max's superb derriere.  Phil was holding the ladder but he was also taking advantage of his position and that was clear as crystal.  Brent knew then that Phil was nothing but an old pervert manipulating a situation but he had no idea how much further Phil was planning to go.....

Phil turned to Brent.  "Sure, I guess that's good enough with the sweeping for now," said the shop keeper.  "Enough of the dusting, Max.  Come down so that we can figure out the best way to solve this problem you've caused for yourselves."

As Max stepped down from the ladder, Phil didn't move.  The pervert made it seem as though it was an accident, as though he was too slow to get out of the way in time, when Max unintentionally lowered his colossal, jiggling buns right on top of Phil's face.  Phil stayed in place for a second, rubbing his face between Max's massive ass cheeks, pretending (poorly) that Max was being reckless.

"Hey now be careful with that bottom of yours, kid!  Somebody could get trapped in there!" said Phil with a barely concealed smile on his face, wishing that Max would sit on his face for at least a year straight.  Max, who quickly stepped off from the ladder and was now standing on the floor with an embarrassed look on his face, turned his oversized rear towards the wall behind him.  Today was one of those days when he wished that he didn't have such a hypnotic bottom that seemed to attract almost everyone and bring out the filthiest thoughts (and comments and actions) from them.  Handsome, blonde Max, and his extra-special bubble ass, seemed to get into a lot of trouble.

"So which one of you came up with the idea of stealing from me today?" said Phil angrily.

Brent stood wide-eyed and silent.

"It was my idea," confessed Max.  "Sorry.  It was a dumb idea."

"It sure fucking was, boy!" exclaimed Phil.  "And you got your friend here in trouble too!  That's the bad thing about it.  Some fuckin' friend you are, Max!"

Max just looked down at the floor, genuinely regretful.

"Well.....I'm going to be very kind to both of you, considering the sin, but I think that your friend here deserves to get some revenge on you, Max.  So you boys come on back here so that you can get what you deserve," said Phil as he directed the two young men to follow him towards the back of the store where a long, wooden (and very worn-looking) sorting table stood against a wall right near an old, wooden chair with chipped orange paint flaking off of it.  It was clear to Max and Brent that this table and chair had probably been there before they were born, just for sorting convenience store goods year in and year out.

Phil's convenience store had a few fruits and vegetables in a cooler towards the back exit along with a couple of shelves of essential kitchen supplies.

"You!  What's-your-name, have a seat!" ordered Phil pointing at Brent.

"It's Brent, Mister," said Brent, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible.

"Okay, Brent, take a seat," repeated the shop keeper.

Brent did as ordered, the chair making a loud screeching sound as it scrapped across the floor.  Brent sat down, looking confused.

"Max, lie across his lap.  You need to be punished.  Brent, you're gonna spank Max for dragging you into this mess and you're gonna spank him good, you hear?," commanded Phil.

Max sighed.

It was as though a light lit up inside of Brent but he made sure not to show it outwardly.  A small bead of sweat rolled down Brent's forehead as he looked over at his gorgeous best friend.

"Max.....let's just get this over with.  Over my knee, buddy."

Max complied.  He assumed the position, bending over Brent's lap, the palms of his hands planted against the dirty wood floor, and his huge, globular butt cakes sticking up in the air, shining right towards Brent's face.

"Thank you, God," thought Brent, wondering if he said it out loud (he didn't).  What seemed like a stressful situation was quickly turning into one of the best days of his life.

Brent's hands were suddenly caressing Max's colossal, rounder-than-round ass cheeks.  Rubbery and dense, Max's over-puffed glutes went far beyond what Brent was hoping for as he smoothed his hands all over those buns; Max's bright, shiny, blue spandex made the sensation feel almost slippery.  In that bent-over position across Brent's lap, the seam on the butt of Max's tights dug deeper than ever between those XXXtra-sized buns.  As Max wiggled to get comfortable (as comfortable as possible, considering the position he was in), he could feel a hard protuberance poking against his lower stomach.  Brent had a major hard-on.  With his face being relatively close to Max's massive, juicy ass, Brent could definitely smell faint whiffs of sweaty boy-butt.  Brent found Max's scent intoxicating.

"I'm gonna have to spank your big butt, Max.  Sorry to do this to you, buddy," said Brent as he gently patted Max's overly-full, spandexed rump which jiggled with every subtle swat.

pat pat pat pat pat pat

jiggle, jiggle, jiggle bounced Max's enormous ass cakes against Brent's palms.

pat pat pat pat pat pat pat pat

Clearly Brent enjoyed touching/softly spanking Max's super-deluxe booty.

"Enough of that soft stuff!  Take this and beat his ass!  Do it good or none of this is gonna count and I'll call the cops to deal with you two idiots," snapped Phil as he handed a white, rubber kitchen spatula to Brent.  Brent took the spatula, reeled back his arm, and started beating Max's rear with true gusto.

Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

"Owwwww!!!!!  Fuck!!!  That hurts!!!!" Max cried out, wincing as Brent continued beating Max.

"You're a bad boy, Max.  Maybe this spanking is good for you," chimed in Phil.

Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack! went the spatula, the huge buns bouncing as jiggling harder as the punishment progressed further.  Brent's face was getting red from all the effort, sweat dripping into his eyes.

Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!  Smack!

"No!!!!  Stop!!  I can't take anymore!  Stop!!!  Stop it, please!!!!" screamed Max as his tears plopped on the wooden floor beneath him.

Brent put down the spatula and placed it on the table next to him.  He began to caress and soothe Max's spectacular derriere.  Max's behind was very hot to the touch as heat radiated from it  "He's had enough!" exclaimed Brent to Phil.  "I don't want to hurt him anymore."

"You're going too easy on him!  I think that those oversized buns of his could take some more whippin'.  Pull down those tights!  I want to see him bare-assed," directed Phil.

Brent slowly, carefully rolled down Max's spandex, relieving the wedgie-inducing back seam from out of Max's deep, wet crack.  A stronger whiff of butt smell blasted Brent in the face as Max's sweaty, naked behind was brought into view.  Brent didn't know which one was sexier:  the musky, delicious smell from between those beyond-perfect, smooth cheeks or the bright pink color coating that incredible ass.  The spanking had obviously been effective as both he and Phil could see for themselves.  Incredibly, Max's massive glutes looked even more bulging, round, and full than they did encased in spandex.  Max's ass was clearly the Mt. Everest of male bubble butts.  It was a privilege to be even in the same room as that butt let alone be exposed to it in all it's magnificent glory.

Before allowing himself to be hypnotized by those jumbo-portion ass cheeks, Phil grabbed the spatula and walloped Max's nude, hot pink booty while the "whipping boy" continued to lay across Brent's lap.




"Fuuuuuccckkk!!!!!!" screamed Max.




Those hot pink globes turned a brighter red as the searing pain overwhelmed Max's behind.

"This hurts so bad," sobbed Max.  Phil rested for a second which gave Brent a chance to gently rub and sooth Max's ass.  Even stretching his entire hand across the expanse of one glute, Brent realized that Max's buns were so bulbous that a "handful" was not enough hand to cover one of Max's round cheeks.

"That's some prime meat, right there," thought Brent.  "A whole lot of hot ass."

Phil leaned over, swatted Brent's hands away, and separated Max's massive, red ass cheeks.  Both men looked down into that ripe, fleshy chasm to see Max's gorgeous, tight butthole.  The dewy, puckering sphincter reminded Brent of the pink color of bubble gum.

"Even though your butt cheeks are pretty much the size of basketballs, you've got a little stink winkle there, don't ya, Max?" chuckled Phil.  Max hadn't received Kara's strap-on in at least a couple of months so it was true that Max's pucker looked especially virginal.

"I'll be back in a second," said Phil with a gleam in his eye.  He let go of his grip on Max's glutes (which snapped shut with an alluring, rubbery jiggle) and skipped on over to a food cooler nearby.

"Now what?!" cried Max, humiliated, as he stayed bent over Brent's lap obediently.

"I don't know, buddy, but I promise that I'll get you out of here real soon," said his friend as he gently patted Max's sore butt cakes reassuringly.

Phil, with a huge grin on his grubby face, was back.  And he was holding up a typically-sized zucchini that was moderately long.

"That zucchini looks like a dick," thought Brent correctly.

"Since you like taking stuff from my store, Max, I thought that you should have this zucchini.  I'm giving it to you for free.  Brent, spread Max's bubble buns.  We're gonna shove it up his chute," said Phil with pure happiness.

"NOOOOO!!!!  No!  No!  Please don't do that!" relented Max.

"I gotta do as he says, Max.  Sorry, man," said Brent (somewhat) sympathetically as he parted his friend's enormous glutes, revealing that juicy, pink, tight hole again.  Max could feel the cool air of the shop hitting his sphincter which made his hole clamp up even tighter.

With his hands gripping the massive expanse of Max's buns, Brent realized that those buns reminded him more of bowling balls than basketballs (like what Phil said).  With their smoothness and extreme roundness, yes, Max's soft--but strong--ass cheeks seemed like skin-covered bowling balls to Brent as held them apart.  This made him chuckle a little bit while his hard-on became more and more pronounced.

"Why are you laughing, man?" asked Max with a pout.  "And I can feel that you've got a boner during all of this because it's hitting me in the stomach.  Fuck you, Brent."

"I'm not laughing, guy, that was a cough," lied Brent.  "And sometimes when I'm nervous, I get a chubby.  I can't help it.  It's just a weird reaction I get.  Sorry."  Another lie.

"You're getting a hard-on from this?" asked Phil to Brent as he was bringing one tip of the zucchini slowly closer and closer to Max's exposed butt hole.  "You didn't seem like a fag when you walked in but I guess it's hard to tell these days."

"I'm not gay, man, I'm just nervous.  This is really, really fucked up.  Can we leave now, sir, please?  You got your point across," answered Brent, becoming flustered.  Sweat was collecting again on his forehead and his face was blushing as he continued spreading Max's ass for Phil.

"We'll be done when I say we're done," replied Phil who was concentrating hard as he pressed the end of the vegetable towards Max's juicy aperture.

"No, no!!!!  Please don't!  Please don't!  Stop!" cried out Max when he felt the zucchini's tip pushing into his sphincter.  "It's too big!  It won't go in!"  The humiliation of this scene was too much for Max to handle.

"Bull!  This thing isn't any bigger than a good, healthy poop!  I think it'll fit in you just fine.  Neither of you are leaving here until this goes up that sexy butt of yours, Max, so you might as well take it like a man!" said Phil.  He tried pushing the zucchini back into Max again but Max's hole was puckered tight, intentionally locking it out.

"It's not going to fit!  It's too big!  It's too big!  Please just let us go!" cried Max.  Max knew that, if he wanted to, he could absolutely take this object inside of him.  He'd taken in bigger things before but Max was finding this situation especially traumatizing and he didn't want Phil sticking the zucchini inside of him.  Max felt extremely vulnerable having his hole stretched open, even if the object wasn't extraordinarily big.  As much as Max suffered in this situation, Phil and (secretly) Brent were enjoying every moment of it.

"Max, you're not leaving here until I stick this up your butt," said Phil matter-of-factly as he held up the zucchini.  He brought the tip of the vegetable--the side that had rubbed against Max's asshole--up to his nose.

"Mmmmm....," said Phil, savoring the aroma.  "Smells good to me.  That's the smell of a healthy, stinky young man.  I think we need to stick this in deeper."

"Maybe we need to lubricate it," chimed in Brent all of a sudden, trying to help.

"I don't really have anything in here right now to grease this up with," replied Phil.  He was actually telling the truth about his understocked, grubby little store.  Most of the shelves were lined with alcohol except for the pathetic fruit and vegetable cooler in the back which only held a couple of wilting lemons and, strangely, some zucchinis that one of the part-time workers had ordered on accident.

Phil thought for a moment as he looked down at Brent who still had Max over his knees and was still parting Max's epic ass cheeks, waiting for the evening's events to continue on.

"We're gonna have to use spit," declared Phil.

"You, mister," said the shop keeper pointing the zucchini at Brent, "you're gonna have to lean your head down and lick Max's stink winkle nice and wet.  Got it?"

Brent froze for a moment, realizing the gravity of Phil's demand.  Even in his wildest dreams (which were frequent), Brent never thought that he'd truly have a chance to rim Max.  But this was his chance.

"Max," said Brent, looking down at Max's spread buttocks, "I'm sorry that I've got to do this to you."

Immediately, Brent leaned down and shoved his nose against Max's anus, huffing in the musk, while Max's puffy buns pushed against his face.

sniff, sniff, sniff

"It's okay that you're stinky right now, Max.  You wouldn't be if I hadn't asked you to work out with me.  It's my fault," said Brent in a swoon.

sniff, sniff, sniff   sniiiiiiiiiiiiffffffffffff went Brent with his face buried in Max's crack.

"Ahhh....," sighed Brent.

"Okay, buddy, I told you to be licking that ass not just sniffing at it!" ordered Phil.  "Get that tongue to work.  I don't want you two dummies here all night.  Lick that butt hole and lubricate it!"

And, with that, Brent began to slowly, romantically, swipe his tongue across Max's fragrant pucker.  Instinctively, Max clamped his huge bubble cheeks against Brent's face but Brent was pushing them apart with his hands.

"Max, Max.....don't fight it.  Just let me lick it.  I'll make it feel real good.....I won't hurt you, I promise.  Just open your butt up, please," whispered Brent blissfully.

"I can't believe that this is happening right now," said Max, slightly disturbed but, he had to admit to himself, Brent seemed to be a champion ass-worshiper.  Max relaxed his massive, round glutes and allowed Brent to nuzzle deeper into his crack.  Max stayed sprawled across Brent's lap and Brent--still sitting--leaned down and feasted in Max's bottom.

Brent kept his hands softly gripping and separating Max's buns while his face pushed in deeper and deeper into Max's crack.  Max could feel Brent's cock growing harder, pressing more severely against his stomach.

Phil sucked on the zucchini--fellating it, lubricating it--with his mouth as he watched Brent eat out Max.

"Fuck, you taste so good, Max," moaned Brent, his voice muffled from between Max's ginormous, balloon-like ass cakes.  He dragged his tongue down long, thick swipes from the top of Max's booty crack all the way, slowly, down to his Adonis-like friend's exposed balls.  Then Brent would slowly work his tongue back up again, savoring the juicy, musky flavor and scent between Max's huge glutes.  Brent sweetly kissed Max's pucker for a while before pressing the tip of his tongue as forcefully as he could against the opening, dipping the tip successfully into the aperture.  The taste of Max's succulent behind was amazing, surpassing anything experienced Brent had before in his sexual life.  "Phil, you scuzzbag piece of shit, thank you.  Thank you for making this crazy situation possible," thought Brent.  He licked all over the expanses of Max's glutes, tasting all over those big, round buns and enjoying them, licking them all over--the upper glutes, the lower portions, the deep, deep crack--and not just the pit between them.  But then Brent realized that maybe he was taking up too much time and returned his focus back to Max's hole.

"Open up for me, Max," said Brent, barely audible, his face buried between Max's out-of-this-world butt bubbles.  Max complied, relaxing his anus.  Brent could feel Max relaxing and was slowly pushing the front part of his tounge, gently, into Max's sphincter.  Max pressed his pink, spanked ass upwards towards Brent's face, helping his buddy get in there as his tight, little pucker would allow.  As soon as Brent was truly making serious progress with getting his tongue inside of Max's hole, Phil interrupted Brent.

"I guess that his little brown eye is lubed up as much as it can for now.  Let's get this zucchini in there.  Keep those balloon buns spread, Brent.'s time for you to open wide and say 'Ah'" said Phil as he got down on one knee, holding the vegetable.  Brent used his hands to part Max's oversized glutes.  Max's sphincter was visibly pinker and juicier from the rimming.

Phil stuck the wet tip of the licked zucchini against Max's glistening anus and slowly slid it into Max's chute.

"Oooh, fuck, it hurts!" exclaimed Max as the object was pushing deeper inside of him, entering into his tight, muscular aperture and slipping into his rectum.  "Oww, guys, fuck!  Ouch!"

"Just take it, Max.  You got this, buddy," said Brent, trying to cheer him on as the vegetable was sliding deeper into Max's ass.  Brent was fascinated by the sight of the object silently disappearing inside of his friend's tasty chute.  The fact that Max was helpless, and being dominated into this, turned Brent on like crazy; he could feel his boner getting harder to the point of being painful.  He let out a quick gasp that Phil didn't notice.

"Just a little bit further, sliding it in as it goes, just a little bit deeper," said Phil in a sadistic, sing-song voice as he pushed the girth of the vegetable inside of Max's chute, leaving a 4-inch length of the zucchini protruding out of Max's hole.

"Oh, god, fuck!!!  No more, please!!!" pleaded Max.

"That's as deep as I want it to go," said Phil, smiling and satisfied with his work, as he took in the vision of Max's big, round butt spread open with a zucchini sticking out of the pooper.

"Brent, make sure that Max gets a good fucking with that thing.  I want you to drive it in and out of him, make sure that it really stays up in there.  I think that that's what he deserves for being a little asshole.  If he wants to act like a little asshole then we're gonna do somethin' to his little asshole, right?" ranted Phil.

"Whatever you say, sir," replied Brent as he grabbed the protruding end of the zucchini--using it as a handle--and began plunging it in and out of Max's hole in a rhythmic motion while Max sobbed over his lap.

in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out.....

Brent's boner, pushing against Max's stomach, was shaking and swollen.  A feeling of panic swept across Brent as he realized that he might cum in his pants, right then and there.

"That's right, just like that," said Phil as he nodded, watching Brent giving Max his just desserts.  "You just keep on sticking it in there so that I don't have to do the same thing to you!  You got that, moron?"

But Brent ignored Phil.

in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out, in and out.....

Brent continued fucking Max with the vegetable, humiliating his beautiful friend, tormenting the most vulnerable part of his body.  Max's ass was magnificent and Brent couldn't believe his fortune in being able to taste, smell, and--now--penetrate the boy's incredible, bulbous behind.

Max's glowing, wet, hot pink butt bubbles jiggled and shook as his buddy fucked him with the zucchini.  Max sobbed softly, accepting the object penetrating him, resigned to his punishment and taking it.

A wave rose inside of Brent and a cascade of sensations.  His whole body shook as he felt cum gushing out of his cock and creaming the inside of his basketball shorts while Max layed across his lap.  The cum just kept on squirting shot after shot and shot.  Brent felt like this may have been the most extreme cumming that he ever had.

Max could feel his buddy shaking followed by spot of hot moisture expanding against his stomach.  Brent was cumming from torturing Max and now Max knew it.

Brent continued pushing the zucchini in and out, in and out of Max's ass, attempting to hide the orgasm that he just had.

"Enough!" barked Phil.  "Push that thing so that it stays firm up inside of him but leave a little bit poking out, got it?"

"Umm.....uh.....," stammered Brent, still coming down from his explosive orgasm, shorter less intense shots still gushing out of him and flooding his shorts.  "Yeah.  Got it."

"Max, stand up and keep that zucchini in your stink hole," ordered Phil with a grin.  Max slowly, carefully got up from off of Brent's lap, putting one hand to his ass, making sure that the vegetable stayed in place.  Brent stood up too.

Phil looked over at Brent's extremely apparent stiffy and saw the pool of white goo seeping through the young man's shorts.  A glob of cum dripped onto the wood floor beneath Brent.  Brent, not knowing what to do, did nothing but stand there looking dumb and shell-shocked.

"I see that you enjoyed yourself there, huh Brent?" Phil commented.  "I'm glad that you got something out of it.  Y'all need to leave before you get jizz and butt juice all over my god-damned floor.  I don't have time to be cleaning up after you, that's for fucking sure.  How ya feeling, Max?  Did that gigantic bubble ass of yours get a good workout today, huh?"

"Yeah," replied Max, in a quiet voice.  " really hurts."

"That's what punishments are for, young man.  You boys said you drove here, right?  So now, Max, you have to sit on that and keep it inside of you on the drive home and get your stupid selves right the fuck out of here before I decide to call the cops anyway," laughed Phil.

Max, sore inside and out, stood silent.  This was the most intense punishment he'd ever received from anyone.  The most painful.  He just wanted to get home as soon as possible.

"We, uh.....," spoke up Brent nervously, "We walked here, actually, so....I guess we'll just walk back now...."

Brent began walking towards the door.  Max following him as he slowly and carefully tried pulling his spandex tights up over his sore mega-cheeks.  He wasn't able to pull them up, however, because of the 4 inches of zucchini protruding out of his hole.  It looked like Max had a tail, like he was a puppy dog.  He just stood there with his blue, shiny spandex pulled down down below his butt as though he was trying to moon people.

"That's just too bad," said Phil, noticing Max's predicament.  "You're gonna have to walk home like that whether you like it or not.  Oh well."

Max and Brent walked towards the exit of the store, silently, turning left on the sidewalk outside, heading on their way back to Max's house.  Max's massive bare ass (with the zucchini sticking out of it) was bulging out from underneath his gym shirt, the balloon-like cheeks bouncing with every step.

"This is too humilating.  I can't do it, man," said Max.

"The quicker we go, the sooner we get back to your place, Max," Brent responded.

When they were a few yards away, they heard a familiar voice calling back at them.

"Hey, boys!" called out Phil.  "Don't even think about pulling that out and covering that butt until you get home.  I can see Max's huge, rosy ass from a long distance away and I'm gonna watch you until you disappear.  Or I'll call the cops.  Unless they stop you on the walk home because of Max's full moon shining out at everybody.  And, yeah, you can see that vegetable poking out of you, Max!!!  hehehe  Adios, boys, have a nice journey home!  If I ever see either of you coming into my store again, I'm gonna beat you with an electrical wire and cram the entire produce department up both of your wazoos!  Fucking morons!!!"

After listening to Phil's final taunt, Brent and Max picked up the pace and walked as quickly as they could (considering Max's predicament) back to Max's house.  It felt like a very long 7 blocks with that vegetable up Max's chute.  Luckily, street traffic wasn't busy and only a few drivers let it be known when they saw Max's bare ass (with the zucchini sticking out of it) bouncing down the sidewalk.  Brent counted only about 10 different car horns blaring at them in either disgust or celebration.

When they finally got inside Max's house, Brent had Max bend over the kitchen sink so he could carefully pull the zucchini from out of Max's hole.  Max felt a huge relief when the object slid from out of him.  His massive buns were still sore from his spanking and his chute felt thoroughly fucked.

Max, exhausted, stripped down naked and collapsed face-down on his bed, with his huge, round, pink bowling ball buns sticking up in the air.  Brent sat on the bed next to him.  The overhead fan on the ceiling whirled above them.

"You saw every inch of my ass already today, so do you mind if I air it out?  The cool air feels good," said Max, regaining his confidence.

"It's okay, man, no problem," said Brent who was more than happy to look at Max's bare, oversized behind.

"Sorry that I got us into that mess today.  I feel bad about it.  If I had any idea that he'd freak out like that, I wouldn't have had you try and steal those beers from him," apologized Max.  "Things got pretty weird in there.  Phil's a complete creep."

"It's okay, buddy," said Brent.  "Nobody died or anything.  And he didn't call the cops, so.....I guess it wasn't all bad."

"Jesus, my ass hurts right now!  Fuck!  Ouch....." exclaimed Max, feeling the soreness both on the outside and the inside of his super-sized rump.

"Let me kiss it all better for you......" said Brent as he leaned down and kissed one of Max's enormous buns.

"Don't do that, man," said Max.

"I was just joking with you, Max!  Relax," said Brent.  He wasn't joking at all but hoped that, perhaps, Max would allow another round of ass-worship.  No dice.  "I'll see you later.  Call me the next time you're around for a workout.  I can't wait to workout again, you know?"  Max turned his head and saw Brent wink at him before leaving the bedroom and exiting the house.

Max didn't know what to do.  He just continued laying face-down on his bed with his huge, round, and very sore behind sticking up towards the ceiling.  Hopefully his wife wouldn't be interested in ass-play tonight.....but Max wondered what he would do when Brent wanted to play with his butt for a while.

Would Max let him?  Would Brent even want to?  Was Brent secretly gay?

Max asked himself these questions as the cool air from the fan above soothed his punished booty as he drifted off to a late-afternoon nap.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Filling (Max story 17)

Although Max was married to Kara (his pretty, brunette wife), he was still a red-blooded, all-American, 21-year-old young man who needed time with buddies too.

Max's best friend Brent (Brent is just a stocky, typical-looking white guy) called up Max and asked if he would like to come hang out at "the house" with his "brothers".

Brent didn't have any biological brothers but he did have the other guys in his frat which he referred to as his "bros".  "The house", on the other hand, was indeed a house in every sense (all 3 stories of it), a worn-out but still grand Georgian mansion close to the university that Brent attended, and that's where all the fun typically happened for Brent and his frat brothers.

Max attended university part-time and he lived with his wife in a nice, small house in a picket fence suburb.  Kara specifically asked Max not to join any frats so that he wouldn't be tempted--in her mind--by excessive partying, attractive sorority girls, or anything else.  Kara wanted her gorgeous, blonde, blue-eyed young husband to stay on the straight and narrow.  She wanted Max's excessively ample, bulbous bubble buns all to herself.  And who could blame her?

Max figured that Kara wouldn't mind if he sneaked over to hang out with Brent and his frat brothers just for a chill Thursday night.  Plus, Kara was out-of-town for a few days on a shopping trip with her cousin-in-law, Laurie, so Max wouldn't even have to tell her.  It would give him something fun to do for the evening.  "The house" was just a 15-minute walk away, so why not?

By the time Max got up to the doorstep, he could already hear that the bros were drunk.  And it was only 8pm.....

The door was open so Max simply walked in.  He had met most of the other guys before on a couple of different occasions but he had never seen these guys so drunk and rowdy as they were tonight.  There were about 15 college guys sitting around the living room drinking brewskis and watching cable sports TV on an obnoxiously big flatscreen.

"Maaaaaax!!!!," bellowed Brent as Max walked into the living room.

"Hey, guys, how's it going?" said Max as he went around the room giving the requisite fist-bumps and handshakes.  One dude handed Max a bottle of beer and the night, for Max, was beginning to start.....

After a while of drinking and loud TV watching, some of the guys wanted to switch things up.

Jace (great-looking, buff, and African American) was one of Brent's closest friends but he had always had a strange "interest" in Max.  Jace's eyes were bleary as he asked Max to fetch him another beer from the fridge in the kitchen.

"Hey, Max, would you mind getting me a Colt 45 from the cooler?  Thanks, man!," said Jace with a sarcastic smile aiming at Max.  Apparently Max didn't have much of a choice.

"No problem," replied Max.  After all, he was drinking their alcohol and taking up space at their frat pad so he figured that he'd be cool with the request.  Max got up from sitting on the tattered, old couch and went into the kitchen.

Jace actually did want another beer BUT his request also provided him with an opportunity to check out Max's insanely deluxe bubble ass bulging out of the back of his khaki cargo shorts.......shorts that fit snugly and perfectly to Max's epic, oversized, round cheeks.  The vertical seam on the seat of those cargo shorts was subtly, sneakily, creeping up the crack between Max's massive buns.

Jace liked what he saw.

A couple of months previous, Jace, Brent, and some of the other brothers got drunk (like they often did) and got into a weird conversation.  The topic was: "If you were forced to fuck another man, and you had no other choice but you got to pick the guy, who would it be?".  A couple of the guys chose celebrities or professional athletes but a surprising number of the guys there that night chose "Brent's friend from high school--that guy, Max".  Because "Max looks like a catalog model" and "Max has that juicy, big bubble butt".  They all laughed about it.  So did Brent (who also chose Max).  But, deep down, they kind of hoped that they would get a chance to pound some hot long as they could still be considered straight.

As the party continued, Jace was cooking up some ideas in his handsome, inebriated head.  Finally, he blurted out:  "Max, how many beers have you drank here tonight?"

"I dunno.....a few," smiled Max.

"And you're not even going to pay for them!?," asked Jace with mock shock.

"Uh....I can if you want," answered Max, trying to be cool and polite.

"No!  I'm just kidding with you!  Drink all you want.....but you'll have to pay for them somehow," said Jace with a devilish glimmer in his eye.  "Bring out the horse and the paddle!" yelled out Jace.

"YAAAAAAHHHHH!" exclaimed all the other guys.

Except for Brent.  Brent didn't invite Max over to the frat house to be paddled.  Max was his guest, after all, and it wasn't as though he was pledging to be in the frat.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa....hold on.  We're not going to paddle Max," said a bleary-eyed Brent trying to save his best friend.  Max was trying to laugh about it but, inside, he was getting nervous about the idea of being spanked in front of Brent's frat buddies.

"Max is practically an official, unofficial honorary member of this frat but, fuck, he's got to get some hazing.  Nothing's free," smile Jace.

"C'mon, man, let's beat his big ass!"   "Let's do it!"  yelled out some of the other guys.  The "horse" was just a standard, wooden saw horse meant for cutting wood that was already being brought into the living room from a storage room across the house.  Suddenly, one of the other frat boys appeared holding a menacing, heavy-looking wooden fraternity paddle.  "Let's make this happen!" screamed the kid.

Jace patted Max on the shoulder and led him over to the saw horse.  "Get up on the horse, young man.  Straddle it, baby!" said Jace, grinning.

"Oh, c'mon guys, seriously?" said Max.

"Yes, yes, get on up there, no hesitations," directed Jace as Max reluctantly got up on the uncomfortable wooden saw horse and began straddling it; his huge, bulbous ass cheeks popping up towards the ceiling.

"C'mon, Max, get comfortable!  Don't be a loser!  Tough it out!" yelled out one of the guys from across the room.

Jace loved the sight right here in front of him:  blonde, buff, bubble-butted white boy Max--up on that saw horse--sticking his huge, round cheeks out, ready for a whipping.

To get his aim right, Jace patted Max's cheeks with the paddle a few times.  Max's balloon-like buns jiggled delightfully.

Jace raised his paddle-holding hand up in the air and brought it down hard across Max's oversized ass.


The guys cheered.  Max winced.


Those colossal, perfectly bulbous booty cheeks jiggled as the paddle bounced against them.

THWACK!   THWACK!    THWACK!    THWACK!  Jace indulged himself, beating Max's ass some more.

Max did his best not to yell out or whimper like a big pussy in front of these guys.  He silently scrunched his face, absorbing the pain while that vicious fraternity paddle continued cracking across his massive rump.





Jace enjoyed taking his time, a gorgeous grin crowned his handsome face while beating Max's incredible ass.


Jace realized that the only punishment device worthy of taking on Max's bountiful ass meat would be a big, scary paddle like the one that he was using.  Good thing that he had the right weapon!  Max's huge buns shook and jiggled with every spank; the vertical seam on the seat of his form-fitting khaki shorts dug deeply into his butt crack.


Jace was working up a sweat while Max silently took his hits like a champ.  Jace figured that Max's hazing was complete for the moment and, plus, it was time to go into the kitchen and grab another beer.  Two more cracks across those bubble cheeks would be sufficient, Jace figured.



Jace put the paddle down on the floor and headed into the kitchen.  "I've earned another Colt!" bellowed Jace as he exited the room.

Max, on the other hand, stayed exactly where he was:  bent over, with his tight shorts giving him a severe wedgie, stradling that wooden horse, aiming his huge rear up towards the ceiling.  He was in pain.  His butt cheeks hurt.

"Ouch," understated Max.

"Let's assess the damage," said Anthony, one of the cutest and youngest new members of Jace's frat.  Before anyone could realize what he was doing, Anthony reached underneath Max and unbuttoned Max's shorts.  Anthony immediately started tugging at Max's shorts.  Although Max's balloon-like buns made it more difficult than normal to de-pants someone like him, Anthony was determined to check out those mega-cheeks up close and personal.  With a number of focused tugs, before anyone could stop him, Anthony had pulled down Max's shorts.

Everyone may have expected a sight of whitey-tighties but no, that was not to be.  When Anthony pulled down Max's shorts, what popped out were a pair of naked, overly-bulbous, bouncing, smooth, pink man buns deliciously framed by a baby blue jockstrap.  Most of the expanse of those A+++ cheeks was pale but it was obvious where the paddle had warmed up his flesh; the middle of the cheeks were hot pink from Jace's swats.

For a moment, all the guys were speechless.  They just wanted to take in the beautiful sight of Max's bare derriere.

"That is the realest bubble butt I could have ever dreamed of....." said one mezmerized frat boy across the room.

That seemed to sum up everyone else's feelings as well.

"Hey guys.....would you mind pulling my pants up, please?" asked Max pathetically just as Jace had reentered the room with his fresh beer bottle.

"Oh no, no, no, no Max......let's check out that butt of yours," Jace said happily.  He took one more swig from his Colt45 and then handed it to one of the guys for safe keeping.  "Hold this.  I've got work to do."

Jace got down on one knee, so that his face was on the same level as Max's booty, and started bouncing the palms of his hands against Max's huge, round, naked cheeks.

pat!  pat!  pat!  pat!  pat!

The milky mocha color of Jace's hands contrasted beautifully against the smooth pinkness of Max's buns.

"I can not believe that this ass belongs to a white boy," said Jace said.  "Who would have thought?  Stick that ass up even further!"

Max obeyed.  Jace returned to playing patty-cake with Max's obscenely round butt cheeks.

pat!  pat!  pat!  pat!  pat!  pat!  pat!  pat!  pat!

"Those cheeks are so full that, even being in this position, I can't see everything that I want to see...." complained Jace with an evil smirk on his face.  Jace stopped playing patty-cake with Max's buns and used both of his hands to spread those cheeks.

Jace spread Max's buns apart a little bit more, revealing Max's deliciously dewy, tightly puckering anus which looked to be the color and texture of strawberry taffy.  The tight, little aperture puckered alluringly as it was exposed to the light and the cool air of the room.  Jace continued using his hands to separate Max's cheeks.

"Here we go," said Jace.  "A juicy little butthole."  All the frat boys crowded around the saw horse, vertually hypnotized by this forbidden sight.

Within reaching distance, on the floor, was an empty glass beer bottle.  Jace grabbed it, licked the top, and started teasing Max's hole with it.

"How does that feel, Maxy boy?  Should I stick it in there?" taunted Jace.

"Jace, that's enough, man," said Brent from across the room.

"Chill, bro.  I'm just playing around," said Jace.  "This is harmless.  Okay, Max, I won't use the bottle on you."

But then Jace licked the pad of his thumb and began running it slowly up and down Max's hairless crack....then pressing it on Max's sphincter.  The smooth, sensational texture of Max's butt hole felt amazing against the skin on Jace's wet thumb.  Jace pressed his thumb a little harder, almost penetrating Max's aperture, but he could feel that Max's anus was tightening, attempting to lock him out.  Max's butt hole felt hot and wet.

Jace licked his thumb again (getting a flash salty taste of Max's butt) and then gently, slowly jammed the top of the thumb into Max's anus.  The feeling of having Max's tight, juicy aperture puckering--rebelling--against his thumb made Jace want much more.  Jace wiggled the top of his thumb around inside of Max for a couple of minutes, indulging in the sensation of that butt hole sucking on his finger, while the other guys watched in awe.  If Jace wasn't mistaken, it seemed like Max was pushing his white balloon bubble buns towards that thumb.....hoping that no one would notice....

"Uh!  Man, Jace, please stop," said Max not-so-convincingly.

"I hope that you wiped well today, Max," teased one of the frat guys.

Everyone laughed.

"Hey, Anthony, go get some cooking grease from out of the kitchen cabinet," ordered Jace.  "I want to get Max fully inducted."  A moment later, Anthony walked over to Jace, holding a tin canister of sloppy, white cooking grease.  Jace stood up, unzipped his own jeans, and whipped out his increasingly erecting cock.  He popped the plastic top from the canister (while Anthony held it like an obedient choir boy), scooped out a couple of fingers full of grease, and then rubbed it all over his perfectly-formed, chocolate-skinned dick.  Jace's big, beautiful cock glistened in the electric lights.

"Max, don't fight it.  Just take it," coached Jace as he separated Max's massive butt cheeks and pressed the head of his cock against Max's anus.  He rubbed the head against Max's aperture, getting that tight, little hole greased-up and ready for invasion....

"Jace, this is going WAY too far!  Enough!" said Brent (with a very painful stiffy in his own shorts), attempting to stop this scene and save his best friend.

"Relax, man, I'm just letting Max know who's in charge around here," replied Jace.  He closed his eyes and slowly, steadily slid his cock into Max's chute.  It was ecstasy.  It didn't even feel like Max was fighting it; it felt like, to Jace, that Max was accepting his cock inside of him from the first push.

"Oh!  Oh god!  Fuck!  Oww....," exhaled Max as Jace's long, slippery cock pushed into his rectum.

Max had been fucked before but Jace's penis was, by far, the most extreme experience that Max had ever felt.  Thankfully the cooking grease was a huge help.  Even with the lubrication, though, Max could feel his chute and hole stretching open painfully.....but he was getting used to the sensation as the minutes passed.

Jace began stabbling his cock in and out of Max's smooth, bubbly ass, bouncing his pelvis with a "smack! smack! smack!" against Max's unbelievably round, bulbous buns.  The hot pink from the paddling was beginning to fade from Max's (very durable) padded cheeks as they were returning to their typical rosy glow.

Max bucked his ass back towards Jace, taking in the entire length and expanse of Jace's dick in its fully glory.

Anthony, getting excited, unzipped his own blue jeans and walked over to the other side of the saw horse, over to where Max's head is.  Anthony pulled out his own cute (mid-sized) pink dick and rubbed the tip against Max's lips.  Max could feel, and taste, the silky pre-cum from Anthony's cock the more Anthony pressed it against Max's mouth.  Max opened his mouth and accepted Anthony's dick.  Max began sucking on Anthony and (though he hated admitting it to himself) found that he loved the fleshy, sweaty taste of it.

"Hey, look!  Max is being skewered!" exclaimed Anthony to his frat brothers as though they needed help noticing what was happening.

In and out, in and out, in and out pumped Jace, fucking Max deeply.  Max sucked eagerly on Anthony's tasty cock while taking in the invasive thrust of Jace plunging, over and over, into his big, white bubble butt.

After a few minutes of this, Max almost felt like he was being cored, as though his pipes were getting pumped and cleaned out.  The repeated thrusts and splitting of his butt hole burned intensely as Jace continued fucking his ass as deeply as he could.  Max closed his eyes, sucking on Anthony, while Jace bounced into him at the other end.

Jace could feel that he was about to cum.  His breathing was reducing itself to short, sharp gasps as he pumped his cock even harder into Max's tight chute, bouncing against Max's beefy, bulbous buns.

But Anthony beat him to it.

Max felt a surge of hot, thick cum shoot into his mouth as Anthony climaxed.  Max swallowed.  A moment later, Jace shuddered as he shot his load into Max, an orgasm that seemed to last about a minute.  Typically Jace's cummings were quick but, with his cock buried deep inside of Max's tight, snug hole, the orgasm was uniquely intense and prolonged.  Jace couldn't remember experiencing a heavier erotic rush than the one he was feeling now.  His cock seemed to be pumping more and more cream into Max's butt.  Then, finally, the orgasm ended.....

Jace removed himself from Max's bottom, his cock still completely greasy.  For a second, Max's anus gaped open and then snapped shut, as tight as ever.

Everyone was silent.

The room was scented, heavily, by what seemed to be semen, sweat, and open ass.

" guys really all had a good time there, huh?" giggled one of the frat boys as Max got up from off the saw horse and the three young men zipped themselves back up in their pants.  Max struggled to get his form-fitting khaki shorts back over his huge, globe-like buns but he managed to stuff them inside and finally buttoned his fly.

"Fuck off!" snapped Jace.  "I was just joking around and being nasty.  I didn't cum or anything so fuck off."

"Yeah, man, actually it seemed like you did cum," shot back the frat boy.

"No, I said that I didn't!  It was all a big joke.  I can joke around because I'm not a huge faggot like you are," accused Jace, losing his temper.

While the argument took place, Max walked swiftly out the front door, not knowing whether to be angry, traumatized,....or completely turned on.  Had he enjoyed being fucked by Jace in a living room filled with frat guys?  Max hated to think that this was the case but he was taking in that sinking feeling.  His butt hole felt sore so he didn't walk too quickly....but, yet, his anus felt kind of......good.  And his cock, as he walked along the sidewalk, was hard and dripping precum.  So much so that a juicy puddle was forming, through his jock strap, and was visibly apparent on the front of his khaki shorts.

Brent caught up with Max.

"Max, Max!" Brent called out in the night.  Brent rushed up along on the sidewalk, catching Max by the shoulder.

"Max, I'm so sorry that that happened in there.  I don't know what the fuck is wrong with everybody," said Brent with a tinge of panic in his voice, worried that Max might go to the police or the school authorities.  He was also worried that he might lose his best friend.

"Dude, I don't know.....I don't know how that happened.  I'm so fucking sorry, man.  Are you okay?" Brent asked.

"I'm alright.  I'll be fine.  Let's just drop it, okay?" replied Max.

"They were drunk.  They weren't thinking right," said Brent.

"Yeah....yeah, they were drunk," said Max.

"People get weird when they get drunk," explained Brent meekly as he wrapped Max in a bear hug.  "Will you forgive me?"

"You didn't do it; I'm not pissed at you," answered Max.

"I know, man.  But....I'm just sorry that it happened."  Brent stopped hugging Max and then patted Max's bubble butt cheeks.  He just did it without realizing it until after it happened.  As he turned to walk back towards the frat house, thinking to himself "That was probably bad timing."

"Okay, later," said Max as he walked alone through the cool night air, with his head down, not knowing what to think.  What he knew for sure was that his asshole felt sore and he was looking forward to getting home and taking a shower.

As Brent walked up the front porch steps of the frat house, he realized that how jealous he was that it was Jace that got to fuck Max and not himself.  "Maybe next time." thought Brent.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

Quality Time (Max story 16)

After working a long shift out at Fantasy Point Amusement Park, 21-year-old Max stayed in his Captain Fantasy superhero costume (thin and shiny white spandex shirt and tights, blue leather boots) and had his wife Kara drop him off at his parents' house.

Although Max was over 6 feet tall, blonde, blue-eyed, athletic, incredibly handsome, and hunky, his father (Blake) was a short, skinny, little dork who collected stamps and painted train sets.  Max, physically, took after his uncles on his mom's side.  Max looked like a young Nordic god-in-training.....a Nordic god--minus the beard--but with huge, obscenely bulbous, sexy pair of bubble buns.

Two days before, Blake had called Max and asked him if he would come with him to visit an elderly lady from church and cheer her up in his superhero outfit.  Blake had heard around town that Max's work costume was "awesome" but he had never seen his son wearing it so he didn't have any idea of how "awesome" the costume is and why it would be considered by many to look so "awesome" on Max.....

Blake just assumed that it was a colorful outfit with a cape and a lightning bolt or whatnot as an emblem.

ring ding!

Kara drove away (she was planning on picking up Max later that evening to take him to their own house) while Max rang the doorbell to his childhood home.

Blake opened the door--the skinny, middle-aged nerd stood for a moment with his jaw open as he saw his son Max for the first time in the work uniform.  There stood gorgeous, strapping Max, glistening in his white spandex outfit that was so tight, shiny, and almost translucent......that it looked as though the boy was practically naked.

Max noticed his father's reaction but wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Well, dad, you told me to wear my work costume to visit the old lady.  So here it is.  What do you think of it?" asked Max.

Blake was stunned silent for a moment.  "Uh....uh....Max.....I don't know what to think.  It's.....uh....very revealing."

"I know, dad," replied Max who was finally starting to get used to the outfit and the reactions that it caused.

"Your costume may be a bit inappropriate for visiting Doris.   I mean it's a bit too sexy-looking....," said Blake nervously.

"No, dad, it's fine.  She's old.  She probably won't be able to see all that much anyway," said cocky Max.

"Max, Max, Max......  I don't know what to think.  Let me grab my keys and let's head over there.  I promised her that we would....," said Blake.

Max walked in front of his father towards his father's car and Blake trailed behind him.  For the first time, Blake caught sight of Max's massive, obscenely round bubble buns jiggling and bouncing in those white spandex tights.  The vertical seam on the seat of the spandex looked as though it was being sucked up into Max's asshole--that's how tight the spandex was; that's how severe the wedgie was.  Max's white spandex pants were, essentially, ballet tights.  They looked like a second skin.  It was impossible for them to get any tighter or to cling more intensely to Max's bowling ball-sized glutes.  With every step he took, it looked as though Max's tights wedgie dove deeper and deeper between his jiggling, bouncing, overly round butt cheeks.

Blake wasn't sure what to think of this.  In some ways, this was an almost over-the-top, boner-inducing sight--Max's incredibly huge, globular buttocks were the most intensely big, perfectly round, poppin' bubble buns that most humans had ever seen--but Blake wasn't so sure if he liked the idea of how much other people must stare at his son's incredible ass on a day-to-day basis.

Blake got in the driver's seat and Max got into the passenger's seat.  Blake turned the ignition and off they went to Doris's house 5 minutes away.

"Did you bring your superhero mask, Max?  I'm sure that she'd love it," said Blake.

"Oh shit, dad!  I left it in the other car!" exclaimed Max.

"Don't use that language, son!  I don't like that.  I didn't raise you to talk like that, now.  I really wish that you would have remembered to bring the mask since it completes the whole superhero costume but.....we'll have to do without it.  Your physique, Max, and that outfit really makes you look like a superhero I have to admit," said Blake.

"Thanks, dad," smiled Max.  It was always nice to receive compliments from his normally shy father.

"But....uh....I noticed that your costume is pretty extreme in the seat area...." said his concerned dad.

"It's because I have a big butt, dad," said Max.

"I know that, Max, but gosh!  Couldn't they have at least given you a cape or something!?!  Your bottom sticks out so much that that's probably all that people look at for cryin' out loud!" said Blake.

"I'm used to it by now.  And my costume just doesn't have a cape for some reason," replied Max.

"But those tights dig so far up into your ass crack!  Doesn't it hurt?" said his father with sweat beading on his forehead as he drove along.

"Yeah, these tights are stuck up my butt all day long but it doesn't really hurt too much.  I'm getting used to it," chuckled Max.

"I think that the costume is inappropriate, Max.  I'm just going to go ahead and say it.  You're too bottom-heavy for this kind of an outfit, in my opinion, but if it doesn't bother your crazy boss and if people don't complain about how revealing the costume is, then I guess that there's really nothing that I can do about it...." said neurotic Blake.

"I know, dad.  It's a revealing costume.  But it's my job to wear it and play the superhero at the park.  The money is okay," said Max.

"Well.....fine.  But if I would have known how sexy your uniform is, I wouldn't have promised Doris that we'd visit her with you wearing that.  I hope that she doesn't have a heart attack.....," said Blake uncomfortably as they arrived at their destination.  Blake pulled the car into Doris's driveway and parked.  They house was a typical, small suburban home in a picket-fence neighborhood.

The two men were let in by Doris's doughty nurse (whose eye practically popped out by the sight of Max's delicious body and XXXtra-large booty in that spandex outfit).

Doris (a frail, gray-haired old lay hooked up to a respirator) was happy to see Blake (her old friend from church) and his handsome son.  Doris wasn't feeling or seeing well but she understood that Max was a gorgeous young man.

"Why is he dressed like that?" rasped the old lady.

"Doris, this is my son, Max.  He plays a superhero at the amusement park," said Blake.

"He plays a what?" said the hard-of-hearing old gal.

"A superhero!  Max plays a superhero at the amusement park," repeated Blake.

"Oh!  Like Superman," smiled Doris.

"Yeah, like a Superman type of character but the costume is white instead of blue and there's no cape or underoo's," said Max.  Blake shot an annoyed glance at his son.

"How cute!" said Doris.

Although her vision wasn't so great, Doris was able to get an impression of Max in his Captain Fantasy outfit.  And it did cheer her up even though, during the visit, Max never turned his back to the old lady.  She never saw his gigantic bubble butt.  But, perhaps, it was for the best or maybe the old gal would have died from a heart attack right on the spot.  The folks all visited for about 15 minutes or so and then Blake thought that it would be best to head out and let Doris get her rest.

As the two men were walking out the door, Doris's nurse enjoyed watching Max's hypnotic derriere.  

"I really like your costume, Max," smiled the frumpy nurse with raised eyebrows.

"Haha, oh thanks," said Max.  "It's the ass that's your favorite part, isn't it?"  Max turned to the lady and winked.

"Oh, you are trouble, young man!" she giggled as she shut the door and got back to her shift.  The nurse felt a little bit of wetness between her legs and excused herself for a moment to wipe off in the bathroom before attending back to Doris.

On the way home, Blake was silent while driving.

"What's wrong, dad?" asked Max.

"What you said back there to that nurse was inappropriate, Max.  I didn't teach you to act that way, especially around ladies," replied Blake.

"Oh relax, dad.  Calm down," said Max.

"I need to be more strict with you, Max.  I realize that now," said the usually meek father as he pulled into the family home driveway.

Max and Blake entered their family home.  Max's mom, Deborah, was doing some volunteer work--like she did every Tuesday--so she wasn't at home.  It was just Max and his dad.

"Max, I have something to show you upstairs," said Blake as he led his son up the stairs into Max's old bedroom.  The bedroom had not been repainted since Max had moved into his own home across town (only about 10 minutes away) now that he was married to Kara.

Max's former bedroom was now being used as a "guest room" by his parents.  There was a bed and a nightstand but it was obvious that the room was also being used as a sort of storage room for some of Blake's model train sets and stamp books along with Deborah's old sewing machine and a few boxes of clothes.

Blake sat down on the bed and looked up at his hunky, blonde son.

"Max, I feel like all these years I haven't been a strong enough disciplinarian for you.....I haven't been a strong enough father for you," said Blake.

"No, dad, you've been a great father," said Max, brushing him off and not quite realizing what Blake had in mind......

"I need to show you that, even though you're now a grown-up married young man, I am still in charge and I am still expected, as your father, to keep you in line....." said Blake with determination in his voice.

"Uh....okay, dad.  Whatever," said Max.

Blake patted his own knees.  "Max, get over my lap right now.  I'm going to give you a spanking."

"Dad, stop it.  We're not doing this...." said Max, starting to get nervous.

"Yes we are, Max," replied Blake.

"Not while I'm wearing this, dad, c'mon, please," pleaded Max.

"Actually, those spandex tights that you're wearing will be perfect for your spanking.  Now get over my lap.  Do it, son."  Although Blake spoke strongly, he never raised his voice.  Max knew that his dad meant business so he followed his father's order and layed face-down horizontally over his dad's lap.  The bed creaked as the hunky young man assumed the position.

"I want your big butt sticking as far upwards as possible, boy, so position yourself appropriately please," ordered Blake.  

Max did as he was told, shifting his body in a way that made him as bent-over as possible over his father's lap.  Max's oversized, puffy rump jutted up towards the ceiling, directed right at Blake's face.  Blake glanced down to observe Max's gigantic, spandexed ass popping up towards his face like a pair of gleaming, thick, bulbous, round hills.  The vertical back seam on the seat of Max's shiny, white spandex tights was jammed severely into the butt crack.  The wedgie couldn't get more extreme than this as the fabric was firmly stuck between Max's massive buns and to his dewy, funky butt-pucker.

"Your tights are too tight, looks like the fabric is getting sucked deep into your butt.  That wedgie looks like it hurts, son," chuckled Blake even though he was trying to stay a stern disciplinarian.  "Your tights are too tight and your buns are too round and plump.  You don't need to be bringing extra attention to that big butt of yours, Max.  You need to be polite."

pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat

Blake began lightly patting his son's mountainous rump; every time his hand subtly swatted Max's ass, the big cheeks would bounce and jiggle like huge, round bubbles of jello.

pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat

This "spanking" didn't hurt at all; wimpy Blake was lightly swatting Max's colossal buns.....just enjoying watching the excessively-ample butt cheeks bounce, jiggle, and shake with every small level of impact.  Blake was simply reveling in having his hand bouncing all across his son's ginormous, spandexed derriere.

pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat

"Dad, this is really embarrassing," said Max with his face pressed to the bed's comforter.

pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat

"Good," said Blake.  "I want you to feel embarrassed."  Sweat beaded on the skinny old man's forehead as he continued working on Max's unbelievably voluptuous bubble ass; his hand going back and forth from the left cheek to the right cheek, over and over, back and forth, left cheek, right cheek.

bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce

pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat

Blake loved how firm yet soft his son's bowling ball-sized butt cheeks are as they bounced against his hand--massive muscles covered with a thick, rubbery, youthful layer of juicy baby fat.

As the spanking continued, Max instinctively relaxed and clamped his glutes in a rhythm, opening and closing his butt; bobbing his massive, globular ass up higher and an inch lower, up higher and an inch lower, his huge and round cheeks getting closer and closer towards his father's face.  The rhythmic squeezing and relaxing of his glutes made the back seam of Max's spandex tights--which were already wedged deep in his sweaty crack severely enough--get more and more thoroughly stuck by the natural funk and stickiness deep between those buns.  The seam rubbed deeper and deeper and was almost literally penetrating his tight, little butthole.

Blake gently pulled the back of Max's white, shiny spandex tights upwards a bit more, making his son's wedgie even more deep and accentuated.

"Oooh, dad, don't do that.  The spandex are digging up my ass enough as it is.  Ouch....," whined Max.

"Be quiet, Max.  Your tights can't dig into your ass much more than they already are but I'm going to make it a little bit worse for you.  If you like showing off your oversized bubble butt so much, then I'm going to make sure that I punish you in these tight pants from time to time.  To me, these look like they were meant to be your spanking tights.  I suppose that this is what happens to superheros when they're naughty," said Blake, with a smile on his face.

pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat

Blake, glancing down at the young hunk over his lap, never took his eyes--not even for second--away from those overfull, jiggling buttocks that were thrusting closer and closer towards his face.  It seemed as though Max was practically humping his father's lap, his big buns bouncing and shaking, while daddy gently spanked him.

pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat

For 15 minutes, Blake sat mezmerized--with his hot jock son sprawled horizontally across his lap--patting those gargantuan, beefy buns.  The back seam of Max's white spandex tights wedging deeper, deeper, and deeper into his butt as the punishment progressed.

pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat  pat......

"Max, I'm going to change your position now," said Blake and he gently but akwardly repositioned his hunky son--while the old bed creaked loudly--so that Max was now in the Wheelbarrow Spanking position.  This meant that Max's hands were now on the floor--palms pressed to the wood planks--and his father stayed sitting, positioned between Max's legs which were sticking up in the air........Max's legs were spread wide apart and his huge ass aimed up at the ceiling--much, much closer to his father face.  Blake's body was now between Max's legs; all he had to do now was lean forward if he wanted squeeze his face between Max's massive, bulbous glutes.....if he wanted to.  And, indeed, Blake would love to have his face enveloped between his son's insanely hot, huge butt cheeks......

But Blake was in no rush.  He was biding his time, figuring out the best way to humble his over-confidant son.  He wanted to show Max that he was capable of addressing Max's rude attitude (while also, secretly, loving spending some quality time with the young man's incredible ass).

Max had never been spanked in this Wheelbarrow Position before.  He found this extremely humiliating--perhaps even the most humiliating position that he had ever been in--with his head towards the floor, his legs spread open, his booted feet in the air.....and his wedgied, white spandexed bubble cheeks thrust directly at his father's face.

Blake felt his glasses steaming up.....his nose was only a few inches away from Max's overpuffed buns.  Blake felt tempted to just go ahead and slide his nose in the boy's increasingly open ass crack, yet he was able to resist and show some self-restraint.  A serious boner was swelling in Blake's pants.

With his legs spread open like this, it was a strain for Max to clench his huge rump loaves shut but he didn't want to relax his had been a long, active day at work and, without a doubt, he had what was known as "swamp ass".....a sweaty, juicy, and most likely, a stinky butt.  With his father's face so close to his ass, it was certain that Blake would be able to smell him.  Max's thin, spandex tights would do little to block the aroma, especially since the back seam of the tights had been sticking to his butthole all day long, being severely wedged between his cheeks since 8 in the morning.

With his legs spread wide around his father's body, and his ass aiming right at his dad's nose, Max felt defeated and exposed.  How could his father do this to him?!

Blake now rested his hands on Max's oversized, spherical ass cakes, doing his best to grab a hold of as much of that excessive rump flesh as possible.  "Max, relax your cheeks.  I want you to be able to feel the swats of your spanking but if you clench them, that's cheating," said the nerdy dad.

"But dad......I don't want my ass to be too open....," said Max, embarrassed.

"Max, I told you to relax your buns, so do as I say!" ordered Blake.  So Max stopped squeezing his glutes shut--he did as he was told.

Blake used his hands to fondle and massage Max's ginormous ass globes for a few minutes.  "Such a big, round bubble goodness.....," said geeky Blake as his hands gently smooshed and spread his son's ass open and closed in a perverted rhythm.  When he separated the bulbous cheeks, Blake could clearly see Max's sweaty, puckering little butthole right through the white spandex.  Blake bent forward, placing his nose in Max's butt crevice, aiming for that butthole, taking in quick, soft whiffs of the boy's pungent scent.

sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff

sniff sniff

Blake found the musky, cheesy aroma of Max's ass to be delicious and incredibly sexy.  The thin, stretched-to-the-limit spandex covering the young man's butt did almost nothing to minimize the smell since Blake's nose was now pressed against Max's juicy little asshole--Max may as well have been bare naked, the scent was so strong.  Blake rubbed his nose against the pucker with more force.....

sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff

"I'm sorry about the smell, dad.  There's nothing I can do about it right now," said Max, ashamed.

"It's okay, son.  It's only natural.  I'm going to be punishing you more frequently after you work--I'm going to be working on your butt more often--so I guess that......I guess that I'd better get used to this smell....." said Blake as he spread Max's huge buns apart and took a few more whiffs.

sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff

"What do you mean that you're going to be punishing me more?  Why?" asked Max.

"Because I feel that I need to.  And it's long overdue, Max," replied his father.

pat! pat! pat! pat! pat! pat! pat!

Blake spanked those massive, boulder cakes some more, just to emphasize his point (and just for the pleasure of seeing them jiggle upon impact).  That spandex wedgie dug deeper and deeper into Max's butt.

", please stop," pleaded Max.

"This isn't even hurting you, Max, and you know it," said Blake.  "But I have something here that will make more of an impression, young man, and that's what I wanted to show you...."

Max turned his face away from the floor, looking up and over to his father as he leaned over and removed a thin rubber ruler from out of the drawer of the nearby night stand.  The ruler was a standard size office ruler but it had rounded edges and was made of shiny, flexible black rubber.

"I bought this just for you, Max," said Blake.

whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!

Blake whipped Max's butt with the ruler, administering moderate, flat stings across the expanse of those oversized, overly-round cheeks.

whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!

The cheeks bounced and shook with every flat whack!; Blake enjoyed this close-up view of his hunky son's gigantic rump receiving its just desserts as the seam of Max's shiny, white tights got more and more stuck to the dewy, puckering asshole.


Blake secretly continued enjoying the raunchy, addictive scent of Max's big, sweaty ass in his face as he went forward with the spanking.

whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!  whack!

After a good 10 minutes of spanking (and smelling) his son's oversized bubble butt, Blake stuck the ruler between Max's cheeks, gently running it up and down the boy's ass crack and rubbing it against the juicy butthole.

"I hope that you learned your lesson for today, Max.  I expect that you'll be more polite from now on," said the father.

"I will, dad.  I promise," replied Max.

"There's going to be more lessons coming up for you," explained Blake as he continued teasing Max's crevice with the ruler, "Now that I'm starting to understand the value in punishing you."

Blake took the ruler out from between Max's buns and brought it up to his nose.


Blake really loved that smell.

A while later, the two men sat downstairs watching the sports channel silently, awkwardly, as they waited for Max's wife, Kara, to come and pick up Max and drive him to their newlywed house.

On the drive home, Max and Kara exchanged small talk but Kara knew that something was wrong with Max.  "Max, is everything alright?  You seem weird," asked the pretty brunette.

"No, I'm alright, babe.  Sometimes my dad can be a little strange," Max answered.

"He's a shy man but at least you guys will be spending more quality time with each other.  He seemed really excited for you to come back and hang out with him next time when we were leaving.....," said Kara.

"Yeah," said Max.  "He sure seems excited for me to go back.  That's true."

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Driving and Spanking (Max story 15)

Kara--Max's pretty, young wife--thought that it would be a great idea to round up both sides of the family (Max's parents and Kara's parents) and haul everyone on a trip to see the Grand Canyon.

Kara's parents (Albert and Jennifer) agreed that a family vacation, especially a road trip in a big RV, would be an overdue vacation.

Max's parents (Blake and Deborah) thought that it sounded good and it would give them an opportunity to get to know Kara's parents better.

Two more of Kara's relatives--her 35-year-old cousin Alan and his wife Laurie--managed to talk their way into being included as well.  That would mean that there'd be plenty of people stuffed into this RV but everyone agreed that it would be a fun time.

Everyone except for Max.  He didn't want to go.

Gorgeously hunky, blonde, 21-year-old Max didn't like the idea of stuffing his over-proportioned, perfectly round, thick bubble butt cheeks into the same vehicle as Kara's family.  It didn't sound like fun at all to him.  Max knew that Kara's family had issues with him--they always did--and they seemed to have an unhealthy obsession with his massive ass;  always making fun of it and even whipping and "having their way with" his big butt during a camping trip not too long ago.  Alan, especially, had it out for Max.

The departure day of the RV drive all the way across the US, from North Carolina to the Grand Canyon in Arizona, went fine.  Kara and Max rented out the RV and drove over to everyone's houses to pick them up.  Max told Kara that he didn't want to go on this trip but she insisted that it would bring the whole family closer together.  Everyone took turns taking 3-hour shifts driving; everyone except for Deborah and Kara who were intimidated by the big vehicle so they declined their chances to get behind the wheel. Everyone was getting along.  Kara's parents went to extra lengths to be warm and friendly to Max's shy parents.  Albert liked Blake and Deborah--he just didn't like their cocky, spoiled, Adonis-like son--his son-in-law, Max.

8 people inside of one gargantuan RV is a lot of people.  It was close quarters but everyone got along well enough, spending their time reading, looking out the windows, playing cards, and talking.  The restaurant and diner breaks went fine.  Everything seemed swell at the moment.

Kara's family was very well-off financially but they came from old, Appalachian roughneck stock.  They could be loud, vulgar, and pushy.  Max's family, on the other hand, were mild, middle-class folks who were more listeners than talkers.

Max's mom, Deborah, was a sweet, attractive gal who worked as a teacher at a catholic school.  Max's dad, Blake, worked as an office manager and was heading close to retirement.  Bespectacled Blake was a shy, almost timid, man--a bit short, very thin, and not worth noticing.  He was nothing like his son, strapping stud Max.

Max didn't take after either of his parents.  Deborah always joked that Max was closer genetically to his uncles--that Max took after some of her older brothers, physically, more than either of his parents.  Handsome, muscular, big-butted blonde Max looked odd standing next to his very average, brunette parents.  People oftentimes didn't believe that they were his folks.  Max--and his amazing, one-of-a-kind bubble butt--is physically exceptional.

Shy Blake and temperate Deborah never spanked their only child, Max.  They ran a mellow, progressive, liberal household in which everyone stayed pleasant and did their own thing.  Although Max was never a super scholar, his parents were proud of his athletic achievements in high school.  Whenever Max got into trouble (sneaking out, drinking with friends, smoking pot in the garage, etc.), they discussed their displeasure with him and took away his cell phone for a couple of days.  Or they forced Max to turn down invitations to parties for that weekend.  That sort of thing.  Discipline wasn't their specialty and half the time Max whined his way out of their practically-nonexistent punishments.  Basically, Max walked all over his parents when he was growing up.  He still did, actually.

On secret moments during Max's childhood and teenage years, Blake thought that maybe the ineffective punishments needed to be scrapped for more harsh discipline.  Blake considered spanking Max but he never went there.  He knew that his wife would never allow "outdated" physical punishments to be applied to her darling boy.  Blake was, of course, aware that his son had the most bulbous bubble butt cheeks that he had ever seen on a fit young man.  Perhaps that's why he never wanted to start spanking Max.....maybe Blake was afraid that he would become too often determined to resort to corporeal punishment.  

In his most private thoughts, Blake was afraid that he'd enjoy spanking Max.....It was better to not even start going down that road.  It was a vile, disgusting thought.  Blake cast those ideas out of his head as quickly as they popped in there.

Kara's dad, Albert, on the other hand, was looking for any excuse to get close to Max's massive rump.  He was a firm believer in the "spare the rod" philosophy and didn't want to waste an opportunity presenting itself--the opportunity being Max's enormous derriere.

The first time that Max was ever spanked was at the age of 20 by his boss at work (who took great joy in doing so).  And never in a million years would Max ever tell his parents that his father-in-law had put him over his knee.  He would be too embarrassed to tell them what had happened.  Max always kept his punishments private--he was a man, after all, and the idea that older, more-powerful, men in his life would humiliate him that way was not something that he was proud of.  Max was embarrassed that he accepted those whippings.  Rather than running away or fighting the men off, Max accepted the butt abuse in order to admit his mistakes and to retain his status.  If Mr. Greg (Max's boss) hadn't spanked him, Max probably would have been fired from his job long ago.  If he wouldn't have allowed Albert to whip him after being mouthy, Max doubted that Kara's family would have continued to financially support him and Kara.  Just accepting his spankings made Max's life easier.  In some ways.

By the time the group arrived in New Mexico, Max had been wearing the same blue, fitted t-shirt and thin cotton, knee-length, form-fitting khaki cargo shorts (that hugged his jumbo butt boulders in the very best ways) for the last two days.  The back vertical seam on the seat of Max's shorts ever-so-slightly crept its way into his ass wasn't as extreme as the spandex wedgie that Max put up with constantly at work (his uniform was a white spandex superhero outfit for Fantasy Point Amusement Park) but that vertical seam on his khaki shorts was sort of perpetually nestled between his beefy, bulbous cheeks--visually emphasizing them more so if that was even possible--and, depending on the moment, a section of the seam was sticking to his sweaty butthole.  Because of his humongous glutes, Max oftentimes had at least a moderate wedgie but he realized that these khaki shorts were digging in deeper than most of his other pants.  He almost never wore traditional underwear because his ass wore them down too easily.  Max typically wore only a jockstrap beneath his pants.  So there was nothing Max could do about the wedgie.  As soon as he picked the wedgie from out of his ass, the back seam would just dive right back in there as though his puckering anus was some kind of a magnet.  So there was really no point in worrying about it.  Max figured that other people would find it nasty if they saw a grown man (even an obnoxiously handsome young man) picking at the seat of his pants.  Plus, it would generate more attention towards his massive bubble ass and that would be totally unnecessary.  His ass got enough attention already.  No point in creating more attention.  Max just allowed the back seam of his khaki shorts to creep up in there as far as it wanted.  There was nothing he could do about it.  Max always felt like his own pants were constantly trying to butt-fuck him.

He looked forward to shower time later that evening.  It was a hot day and Max felt a bit sweaty, dirty, and smelly but, nonetheless, he looked as sporty and extremely sexy as a young, all-American man possibly could.  When everyone exited the RV to take a break at a rest stop, the other travelers there couldn't take their eyes off this blonde hunk with the oversized, jiggling ass muffins who was walking around and stretching his legs.

Two teenage girls nearby poked at their gay, 20-something brother.

"Oh my god, Dave, look at that guy's ass!!!" squealed one of the girls.  The brother looked over towards Max.  "Holy shit!  That is some major donk!  Damn!  Do you think that I should go over and talk to him?  Do you think he might be gay?  With an ass like that, I hope somebody is drilling it."

But before Dave even got the chance to say hello, Albert rounded up the Max and Kara group and they all drove off in their RV.

It was now Max's turn behind the wheel.

On a lonely desert road stretch, not too far away from sunset time, Albert approached Max who was driving up front.  Albert noticed that, even though he was busy driving, Max was checking his iphone for any texts from his buddies.

Albert got close to Max's ear, not wanting to cause a rukus, but wanting to make his point crystal clear.

"Hey, Max, how you doin' up here?," asked Albert.

"Alright," replied his son-in-law.

"You've got most of your family in this vehicle with you and you're in charge of our safety.  Put down the damn phone," said the old man with a subtle steeliness in his voice.

Max immediately tossed the iphone on the dashboard.

"No problem.  Sorry," Max said briskly as he turned his attention fully back to the road.

Albert went back to the poker game, towards the passengers area.

A few minutes later, Max figured that Albert would be occupied with the card game so he grabbed his iphone from off the dashboard.  Max noticed that his best buddy Brent has sent him a text about an upcoming keg party.  Max read the message and texted back (while driving) and forth with Brent.  Max's eyes gazed at the road and then towards his phone, back to the road, back to texting.  This carried on for a while.

Max didn't notice that he was allowing the RV to slowly drift towards the left-hand lane, towards oncoming traffic.  Because there weren't many other vehicles on the road with them, it was easy for Max not to pay total attention.


A semi truck was barreling towards the RV!

Max quickly swerved the RV back into the right lane just in the nick of time, barely missing the terrifying body of the semi truck.  Although the two vehicles didn't smash into each other, the RV was going fast.  It swerved and rocked to the point where--in the passenger area--luggage and goodies were flying out of storage compartments and falling down on top of Kara, the parents, and the cousins.  Max could hear them screaming back there along with the sounds of a glass smashing and various, numerous thuds.  Luckily, there was a diner just a few yards ahead, on the side of the road.  Max drove over to the diner and parked the RV in the parking lot.

With sweat beading on his forehead, Max hurried back towards the passenger area.

"Is everyone alright!?!" asked the panicked (and very guilty) Max.

The passenger area was a mess.  Corn chips were all over the carpet, the playing cards were scattered everywhere, and suitcases cluttered the floor.  No windows were broken but a drinking glass had toppled off the table and layed smashed on the stairs.

Everyone was shocked and silent at that moment.

"," stuttered Max's mom finally.  "I think that everyone is a okay....right?"

For a second no one said anything.

Laurie was pressing her hand on the side of her scalp.

"God fucking damn it, I got scratched!  A fucking suitcase fell on my fucking head!" exclaimed Laurie.  "Sorry for cussing but, Jesus Christ, it hurts!"

"Oh my god, honey, are you okay!?!," said Jennifer, leaning towards Laurie and inspecting the wound.  Laurie's palm showed a speckle of blood but it was obvious that it was no big deal.  Laurie wasn't about to let an opportunity pass by for which she had the chance to act bitchy and melodramatic.

Everyone else, including Max, was wide-eyed.

Deborah decided that she need to placate this situation.  "Let's all go take a break, head inside the diner for a for a while, and then we'll clean up in here later," said Max's mom.

The entire group exited the RV and walked through the parking lot, heading towards the diner.  Max, Albert, and Blake, however, lagged behind in the parking lot, right near the RV.  It was clear, from the expression in his eyes, that Albert was furious.  In the parking lot was a group of local good ol' boys sitting on chairs and crates.  They were smoking, drinking, and laughing loudly.  Their lit cigars glowed like fireflies in the increasing darkness.

"I told you to put away that god damn phone, boy!" yelled Albert.

The rest of the group went into the diner.  Except for Max's timid dad, Blake, who stood behind Albert, not knowing what to do.

"Max, you weren't playing with your phone while you were driving, were you?  I can't believe you would do that with that big RV and everything.....," asked Blake, barely raising his voice.

"No, I wasn--," started Max, but he was cut off by Albert.

"Bullshit!" bellowed Albert.  "You're damn right he was playing with that god damn phone!  I asked him to knock it off once but what other reason would he have for almost crashing us headfirst into a megaton, god damn semi truck!?!  He almost got us all killed!"

"For cryin' out loud, Max, what is wrong with you?" asked Blake.  "Are you feeling dizzy?"

"Yeah, I mean, I kind of feel out of it you know, I wasn't paying attention, I got distracted--," mumbled Max, trying to grasp the out that his father was slyly nudging towards him as an excuse.

"You got distracted alright!" interrupted Albert, ever the Alpha.  "Distracted by that damn phone of yours!"

"I don't know--" Max attempted.

"Well, I do know!" yelled Albert, breaking Max's excuse (of course).  "You and I both know what happened.  Don't try to bullshit your dad and me, young man!  Have some respect!  You almost sent us straight to the pearly gates, for fuck's sake!"

"I....I'm so sorry, let's clean up," said Max sheepishly as he turned towards the RV.  Max entered the messy vehicle, found some garbage bags in a cabinet, and starting tossing the debris inside of a big, black garbage bag, while he picked the carpet, on his hands and knees, for glass pieces and crushed corn chips.  His huge, round butt cheeks stuck up in the air as he cleaned.  The back seam of his khaki shorts dug deep between his incredibly round, thick buns, becoming more and more stuck to his dewy, ripe sphincter.  The lines of his jockstrap were visible through the shorts.  Outside, for a moment, the two old dads got distracted by the sight of Max's XXXtra deluxe booty jutting and jiggling at them through the door as Max worked.

Maybe this would be the right time to spank.....

"Alright, Max, let's get this place cleaned up," said Blake breaking the spell.  He and Albert (who was now silent, always furious) entered the RV to join Max in the clean up effort.  Blake set the table right and found a few remaining pieces of the shattered drinking cup while Albert dramatically PUSHED! and SHOVED! the suitcases back into their overhead storage compartments, making sure that the two other men noted his every angry movement as he SLAMMED! the compartments shut.

Within a couple of minutes, everything was fine.  Cleaned up and back to normal.  No harm to the RV, just a scary moment for it's driver and passengers.  The biggest damage was the cheap, broken drinking glass and less corn chips in the snack bag (and, also, the band-aid that was currently being applied to the side of Laurie's head in the diner's womens restroom while Deborah, Jennifer, and Alan ordered some small cartons of pie to go as comfort food for everyone when they continued the drive).

Max, Blake, and Albert exited the RV and stood next to it in the parking lot, waiting for the rest of the family to leave the diner.  This way they could get some fresh air and, hopefully, the rest of Albert's nuclear anger would float off into the night sky.  Albert inspected the outside of the vehicle, making sure that nothing had been damaged.  Max hoped that, since his parents were around, that Albert wasn't going to be too tough on him but that wasn't going to be the case.....

The good ol' boys nearby continued their jolly conversation but were also paying attention to these strangers with the nice RV across the parking lot.  It was clear to them that there was some kind of drama going on but they were trying to mind their own business.....

Albert finished his inspection and approached Max and his dad.  "Max, you're damn fortunate that the RV is okay because I sure the hell wasn't going to pay for any of it if you had screwed anything up.  And neither was your pop here, ain't that right Blake?" scolded Albert.  Blake was silent, staring off towards the diner, attempting to look more angry than he really felt, in order to impress Albert.  Blake was trying to look as disapproving of Max's actions as he could, to give the impression that he, too, could be a cold, hard, patriarchal disciplinarian.  In his own way. 

But it would be up to Albert to figure out how to close the case on this crime.

Albert walked over to the good, ol' boys.  "Gentleman, would you mind if I borrowed one of those unused sittin' crates for a little while?" asked Max's father-in-law.

"Oh, sure, go right ahead, Mister.  You can even keep it if you'd like.  We got plenty of 'em," said a heavy-set man in overalls, with a smoky, old-fashioned pipe dangling from his lips.  The man handed Albert a 3 ft. tall, square wooden crate which Albert easily carried across the parking lot, back towards Max and Blake.  Max didn't have a good feeling about this.....

Albert dropped the crate down on the pavement and sat on top of it, using it as a chair.  He let out a relaxed sigh as he stared up at father and son.  

"Blake, could I have your permission for somethin'?" said Albert.

"Um...uh...sure, Albert, what's your inquiry?" replied Max's dad.

"Just because the RV got lucky tonight doesn't mean that Max is going to be so lucky.  I would like to tan his hide if that's alright with you," said Albert.

"Dad, no!" Max exclaimed, turning towards Blake.

"I um.....I don't really.....I don't know," answered Blake truthfully.

"C'mon, man, can't you see that that son of yours is spoiled rotten?  He needs to be taught a lesson.  He needs to learn respect and responsibility.  C'mon, let me show that oversized keister of his who's boss...." smiled Albert with a raise of his eyebrow.

"No, dad, we don't do that at our house!" pleaded Max.  This was like something out of a nightmare....

"You're not in your sweet, little house right now, are ya, Max?!  Those rules don't mean shit here," threatened Albert.

"I'm sorry, Max, but this.....This might be for your own good, son....Yes, Albert, maybe this is the right thing to do.  I'm sorry, Max," said Blake, trying not to make eye contact with his panicing son.  Big, strong, athletic Max clung to his twerpy father's shirt, trying to hide behind, him like a pathetic little boy.  It was hilarious.  And, indeed, the good ol' boys nearby were happy to have front row seats to this unexpected comedy.

Albert looked up at Max.  

Albert, sitting on the crate, patted his own knee with a sinister sense of joy.  "Over my lap, boy."

"Max, I want you to be a man and take your punishment.  Stop acting like a child.  If you act in childishly irresponsible ways, then you need to be dealt with in a corresponding manner.  Go lay over Albert's lap and make your big bottom available," said Max's dad with a sudden, direct tone.

Max slowly walked over to Albert.  "Dad, I can't believe that you're letting this happen....," said the blonde, hunky 21-year-old, looking back towards Blake.

"Max, do it.  Enough already.  You heard me.  Butt in the air, young man," ordered Blake.

Max obediently bent over Albert's lap.  He positioned himself as comfortably as possible.  As he layed horizontally on his stomach over his father-in-law's lap, Max scooted himself so that his gigantic butt loaves would be tilted up, as close as possible, to Albert's face.  Max knew how Albert would want it.  Albert could practically look down and take a bite out of Max's over-puffed buns if he wanted to.

Max stared down at the black pavement, waiting for his punishment.

The sight of big, strong Max bent over with his massive, round, bodacious butt cheeks popping up towards the stars, right at the old man's face, made everyone stare in awe.  The back seam of those form-fitting khaki shorts got lost within the grand canyon that divided Max's basketball-like bubble cheeks, getting sucked in towards his juicy pucker.  The strained, thin material clinging like shrink wrap to those massive glutes, looked as though the shorts were about to burst.  These shorts were extremely tight and revealing--they would be just fine for a true, old-fashioned, public beating.  Everyone could see the lines of Max's jockstrap showing through.

The good ol' boys had stopped conversing.  Now they were all staring at this wonderful show.

Albert began to run his hands all over Max's gigantic buns.....caressing them, squeezing them, squishing them.  Almost lovingly.  At this moment, it appeared that the most kindness that Albert had ever shown Max was when he had his hands all over the boy's rear.  Albert was taking his time molesting and smooshing Max's massive butt cheeks.  Albert began to massage the boy's ass loaves with a perverted, concentrated rhythm--he pushed them together and then slightly spread them apart, in an almost circular motion....together and apart, together and though he was an expert baker preparing and kneading dough.  Albert made it seem that preparing Max's gigantic cheeks for spanking was something of a science.

Blake simply watched this scene, not knowing what to think.  Had he made the wrong choice in allowing Albert to punish his son?

The good ol' boys watching nearby were getting impatient.

Albert was completely occupied with his hands on Max's oversized buns, the vertical seat seam of the shorts going deeper and deeper into the crevice as the old man tenderly massaged his son-in-law's massive, round, doughy butt boulders .  Pushing them together, spreading them apart, pushing together, spreading apart.....

"Is that guy just gonna feel up them jumbo buns or is he gonna beat 'em!?  Enough already...." commented on man.

"No, siree, that older gent is a bonafide spanking expert it seems!  He's tenderizing that ass, getting it ready for abuse!  He knows what he's doing.  Have a little faith....," said one of his friends.

Albert continued massaging Max's massive bottom for a few more minutes and then it began.  Albert put one arm around Max's waist to hold him down.

Albert began full-throttle.  He didn't start Max off with moderate, soft swats--he went directly into ass-toasting power spanks!

Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!

From one big, bouncing bun to the other one, back and forth

Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!

Because Max's loaves were so massive, you could only really hit one bun at a time, so Albert concentrated on giving both cheeks equal smacks.

Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!

From the right cheek to the left cheek, right to left, back and forth, right cheek, left cheek

Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!

The huge butt cheeks--bouncing and shaking with each swat, like a pair of overfilled rubber balls--were getting the full punishment treatment as everyone could see.  People felt sorry for Max but this was an unbelievably sexy sight.

Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!

Max instinctively squeezed his buns open and close as the spanking progressed.  The back seam of the khaki shorts was practically being eaten by his asshole.  The wedgie was that severe at this point.

Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!

These were serious power-spanks.  Albert was laying into Max with fury, hitting the cheeks as hard as he could.  Max, humiliated and with his buns aching, began to sob.

"Stop!  Please stop!" begged Max.  Tears splashed on the pavement right under his face.

The rest of Max's family came out from the diner, holding their pie pieces.  They were speechless.  They slowly, silently walked towards this scene.  They were in awe as the young man's bodacious ass was getting its just desserts.

Alan and Laurie had mean, little smirks on their faces.  "Good," they thought.  Plus, Alan always loved seeing Max's rear pointing upward.

Deborah, Max's mom, stood near her daughter-in-law, Kara.  Both women were stunned.

"Max is finally getting put in his place.  I was worried that this would happen eventually," Deborah said with genuine sadness.  "Maybe we should have disciplined him properly long, long ago or this wouldn't be happening right now."

Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Max sobbed harder as the beating continued on.

"Dad, please go easier on him.  We all have so much more sitting to do on this trip," pleaded Kara.

"I'm not hitting him that hard, honey" said smiling Albert, hitting Max very hard.  "It's not anything that his huge rear end can't handle, ain't that right boy?"

Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!

Max just continued sniveling and crying.  More tears streamed down his face.  This was an incredibly painful punishment for him.

Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!  Spank!

The beating suddenly slowed down and got softer.  This allowed the crowd to appreciate the jiggling of the bulbous buns even more.

whack.   whack.   whack.   whack.

Albert stopped spanking Max which made Max think that this ordeal was close to being over.  "My hand is starting to get sore," said the old coot, grabbing as much of one oversized ass cheek with his hand as he could.  "Your turn, Blake."

"I....I don't know if I can do that..." stammered Max's dad.

Albert stood Max up for a moment.  Max gently rubbed his punished buns and stood looking down at the pavement, too embarrassed to look at anyone's face.

"Show your boy that you're not going to be putting up with his disobedience, man," coaxed Albert.  Albert gently guided Blake over to the crate, sitting him down on top of it.  "C'mon, Blake, this is your chance to show him who's in charge!"

Blake looked over at his son.  "Max, bend over my lap.  Right this instant," said Blake, firmly.

"No, dad!" cried out Max.

"Max, listen to me for once...." argued Blake.

"Dad, no!  Leave me alone!  I don't want to be spanked anymore," exclaimed Max, sounding like a pouting little boy.

"Max, do as your father said," chimed in Deborah.

"Forget it, mom!  There's no way!" Max shot back.

"Well, I just show you boy!!!" charged in Albert, grabbing Max by the shoulders, and practically tossing the big hunk over Blake's lap.  Max obeyed this time.

Max shifted his body into the best position.  Over his father's lap, he now layed horizontally, his big buns aiming skyward.

"More vulnerable, Max, just like how you were before.  Do it right, my son," said Blake gently.  So Max scooched up a bit, therefore tilting his ass up higher, the loaves more accentuated, pointing more upwards, closer to his father's face.

Blake looked down and enjoyed this extreme close-up--those massive, incredibly round and bulbous bubble buns, practically exploding out of the seat of their khaki shorts, sticking right at his face.  The vertical seat seam of the shorts lodged in Max's ass, buried deep between the young man's cheeks, stuck firmly to his butthole.  Blake felt like Max's buttocks were almost intimidating in their size.  He thought that he could practically get his head swallowed between those cheeks.  He patted them sweetly for a moment, relishing the incredible mass and density of the glutes as they jiggled; they were were muscular and chubby at the same time.  No matter how much Max worked out, those big buns were always gigantic.  Blake chuckled to himself, thrilled to be in this moment.  This was his chance.

With a look of determination on his face, Blake began spanking Max as he wrapped one arm around the boy's waist.

Spank!      Spank!       Spank!        Spank!

One bun, then the other, the left one, then the right one, back and forth just like Albert.  Max's massive cheeks bounced with every swat, ready to burst out of their tight shorts.

Spank!    Spank!   Spank!   Spank!

Blake tried.  But he was no match for Albert.

Spank!  Spank!  Spank!

Blake loved the feeling of his son's big, round butt boulders bouncing against the palm of hand, savoring the jiggle of each massive cheek.  Albert thought that Blake's less-than-impressive spanking skills were not up to par, so he decided to intensify the scene.

Albert walked over to the spanking crate and forcefully pulled down Max's tight shorts with one forceful yank!  Blake, his hand in mid-air, was about to deliver another whap to Max's posterior but he froze when he saw his boy's massive pair of pink buns sticking straight up at his face, bare naked.

Max wore his baby-blue jockstrap which (unnecessarily) framed and accentuated his gigantic ass cheeks even more.  Max now found himself bare-butt and over his daddy's lap for the first time.  There was now an entire crowd of people watching.  His family, the good ol' boys smoking in the parking lot, and a few wanderers from out of the diner coming to see what all the excitement was.

"C'mon now, Blake!" bellowed Albert.  "Give that bratty son of yours the long-overdue ass beating that he deserves!  Whip them bubble buns!"


Inspired by Albert's pep talk (and by the sight of Max's deluxe naked rump only a few inches below his face), Blake administered fast, quick, harder spanks to his son's bulbous glutes.


Max's cheeks were becoming pinker the more his father spanked him, but they were far from red.  Blake just didn't have that kind of force.

While the spanking continued, one of the good ol' boys walked over to Albert and whispered something in the old man's ear.  Albert chuckled and said to the man:  "Yeah, go got it."

The hillbilly removed a small souvenir flag from the dashboard of his pickup and walked over to Albert and gave him the small flag.  The souvenir flag was a small strip of white fabric that had the words "Grand Canyon" printed on it.  The flag was attached to a small, thin rod of plastic that served as the flag pole.  The rod was about the length of a pencil but much thinner in width.

whap!     whap!      whap!


It was obvious that Blake's milquetoast spanks were no match for Max's massive, round butt.  Blake was getting tired.

Albert walked over to Blake and Max.

"Blake, would you mind parting the boy's butt cheeks for me, please?" said Albert, with a smile on his face, holding up the tiny flag.

"Dad, no!  Please!" begged Max, still bent over his father's lap.

Blake, looking at the tiny, thin plastic rod attached to the souvenir flag, completely understood where Albert was going with this.  Max's father never thought himself as having a filthy sense of humor, but this was a ripe opportunity to have some fun at his arrogant son's expense.  "Max, spread your legs, please, and thrust that big bottom of yours up even more,"ordered Blake.

"Dad, no!  Don't do this!" cried Max.  All the good ol' boys and some of the crowd that had gathered to watch were having a good laugh.

whap!      whap!

Blake gave both of Max's meaty buns a hearty smack.  "Max, do as I say!" said Blake, raising his voice.  Albert arched his eyebrows, impressed with Max's father's new, commanding tone.

Max did as he was told, spreading his legs and pushing his huge, round bubble cheeks up in the air even more, much closer to his dad's face.  Blake, simply glancing downward, could now lick his son's puffy glutes if he wanted to, they were so close.  Even though Max had spread his legs and was sticking his massive ass upwards, that still wasn't enough to make his butthole visible--that's how thick and bulbous his buns are.

Blake used his hands to slowly spread Max's buns apart.  Now everyone around could see Max's tight, pink, dewy little pucker; his juicy little aperture practically kissed at the crowd from between the jockstrapped, oversized bubble buns.

This was the first time that Blake had seen his sexy, athletic son's most private area--he could smell it too, being so close......sweetly pungent, musky (and incredibly arousing) whiffs of Max's hot ass floated towards Blake's face.  Blake shut his eyes for a moment, savoring the aroma, as he spread Max's butt open.  For a flash moment, Blake wanted to dive his face in between those buns; they were so close that he could.  He considered making a joking comment about the scent but he decided not to; Blake figured that Max was embarrassed enough as is, being in the position that he was in.

Alan had a fiendish smile on his face as he handed his uncle Albert a small, complimentary pad of butter on wax paper that he got from the diner.  Albert used the butter to grease up the souvenir flag pole--that tiny, thin plastic rod--and then got close to bent-over Max and Blake (who was still spreading Max's ass open).  Albert applied some of the the butter on the tip of his finger and then ran that slippery finger across the surface of Max's tight, little balloon knot.  Albert loved the smooth, rigged feeling of Max's puckering anus at the tip of his finger.  For a second, Albert thought about plunging his finger inside of Max but he figured that that would be too....too revealing of his erotic intentions.  Albert wanted to be a cruel and strict disciplinarian; he didn't want to show his homoerotic attraction towards his son-in-law.  And, plus, it was the flag rod that he'd be using to penetrate Max and embarrass him in front of all these people.

While Blake used his hands to keep Max's gigantic glutes parted, Albert slowly, gently slid the tiny, plastic souvenir flag rod inside Max's asshole.   The butter had sufficently lubed-up the rod--and Max's anal aperture--and the rod just slipped right in there.

"Oww!!!" yelled out Max, pitifully.  People in the crowd watched and laughed.

"That ain't hurting you none!  That little stick is too thin!  Don't complain; I could make this a lot worse for you, boy!" replied Albert.

It was true that the tiny, plastic rod didn't hurt Max but he could feel that there was something small and skinny--less than the size of a standard medical thermometer--sticking out of his butthole.  It was the humiliation that was grinding Max down.

Albert teased Max by almost removing the rod from out of his hole but then Albert would shove it down a bit further.  He did this repeatedly a few times--in and out, in and out, up and down--basically fucking Max's hole with the buttered rod but he laughed while doing it, giving the impression that he was just "punishing" the young man.

In and out, in and out, up and down.....The rod went shallow and deep inside Max's chute, fucking him in front of a crowd of people while his own father spread Max's bulbous, oversized man-cheeks wide open for everyone to see this object being poked into him.

Blake used every once of brainpower he could to try stopping himself from getting an erection.  But it didn't work.  He could feel himself getting hard while his son layed over his lap.  Blake hoped that Max wouldn't feel it but, unfortunately, Max could absolutely feel that his father was being excited by this situation.  The humiliation that Max was feeling right now, however, trumped the disturbance that he felt about his dad's newly-discovered homoerotic, sadistic tendencies.

"That's one way to make your point, guys! hahahaha," cackled one of the good ol' boys watching nearby.

Albert stopped dipping the rod into Max's ass and left it plunged inside Max's hole, sticking out of it.  Blake continued to spread Max open, just for good measure.

Max now had a small souvenir flag that said "Grand Canyon" sticking out of his big, pink butt as he layed over his father's lap.  The situation overwhelmed Max and he could feel the tears rolling down his face as he sobbed.

"It's okay, Max, your punishment is almost over...." said his nerdy father in a gentle, comforting voice.

Albert retrieved Max's iphone from out of the RV and started taking pictures of Max's spread, spanked ass with the "Grand Canyon" flag sticking out of it.  A few other people watching in the parking lot took their own pictures too.  The flashes filled up the parking lot brightly while the sounds of giggling and laughing entered Max's ears.

Albert texted the words "FULL RED MOON AND GRAND CANYON" into Max's messaging screen and attached one of the pictures of Max's punishment to the message.

Albert pushed--Send All--button, thereby sending the picture and the message to all of Max's contacts.....all of Max's friends and family members.  "Everybody will be in for a treat when they see this," laughed the gruff, old father-in-law.  "That will teach Max not to disobey me."

An hour later, Max and his family were back in the RV, coasting down the freeway.  Alan was behind the wheel right now.  Max sat quietly in the back passenger area, pouting and ignoring everyone.

For the rest of the trip, everyone tried to move beyond the situation and not bring it up because they didn't want Max to be upset.  They all figured that Max wouldn't need a reminder, until:

One of the afternoons later in the trip, the family had stopped inside of a gift shop and, low and behold, there was a display of of miniature "Grand Canyon" souvenir flags identical to the one that had been used to embarrass Max.  Alan nudged Laurie, Kara, and Deborah.  "Hey, ladies," smirked Alan, "what do those remind you of?"

The women all giggled.  Max noticed what they were laughing at but he didn't say anything.