Fantasy Point Amusement Park boss (Mr. Gregg) was getting annoyed by Jeff, the park employee who had been hired 2 weeks ago to play The Scout, the sidekick of the park's official mascot/superhero Captain Fantasy.
Jeff was a fun-loving gay boy who, at 20-years-old (just a few months younger than our hero, Max) enjoyed partying with his friends, going out, and getting drunk.
Recently, he had failed to show up at work a few times and had been late another couple of times. That was grounds for getting fired if Mr. Gregg decided to do so. But Jeff had a way of charming Mr. Gregg, and everyone else, and managed to always get out of trouble. He always agreed with Mr. Gregg even when the boss chastised him. Mr. Gregg privately thought that skinny, cute, dark-haired Jeff was adorable but he never resorted to spanking him like he did Max. Any excuse to punish and spank Max, Mr. Gregg took it. Max's mountainous butt cheeks were irresistable.
Mr. Gregg felt that Jeff was becoming a cocky slacker; he had been a much more responsible employee when he was working at the Steel Mountain roller coaster shoppe. Now that he was getting to have a specialized place within the park, playing a super sidekick, perhaps Jeff was starting to take his work for granted.
It was part of Jeff's job to bond with his co-worker Max, the big-butted jock boy hired to be the theme park's Captain Fantasy. Jeff and Max had very little in common. They grew up in the same town but enjoyed different kinds of culture. They never had really interacted in school besides Jeff oogling Max's massive ass cakes (how badly he wanted them!). Jeff was obsessed with Max's butt, not Max himself. Jeff's favorite time to come to work was when he was horny and could look at and concentrate on Max's behind in the spandex costume.
Jeff thought that Max was nice enough but, at the same time, he was kind of a dumb jock. Not super-bright, not all that interesting. Max was a hot and sexy guy--married to a girl, no less--but Jeff had a hard time relating to him. In a lot of ways, Max was shy when he wasn't around his friends and it was difficult for Jeff to have real conversations with Max even though they were supposed to play best buddies according to the Captain Fantasy and The Scout backstory.
But the only thing that The Scout really wanted to explore was Captain Fantasy's butt tunnel.
Word got around to Mr. Gregg, that Jeff and Max were lacking in chemistry. Super pals are supposed to be dynamic together, not shy around each other.
One late afternoon, Mr. Gregg called both young men into his office.
Both boys were costumed in their superhero uniforms and stood in front of Mr. Gregg, who was seated at his desk. As ever, Max's rear bulged out obscenely behind him.
"Typically, Max, you're the one who brings me the most frustrations," said the boss, "but today it's you, Jeff, who is proving to be a disappointment. When I hired you to play The Scout, I expected for you boys to bond more as hero and sidekick but, from what I've heard, you're good with the guests but not so great with Max."
"Hey, we're still just getting to know one another," replied Jeff "Max likes sports a lot, I don't. We don't listen to the same kind of music.....we're pretty different from each other. But I like Max. It's nothing personal. It's just that he and I are different kinds of guys and we run out of things to talk about."
"I like you too, buddy, but yeah.....you're a club boy, I like the gym. You're gay, I'm married to Kara, so, you know--," Max butted in.
"I understand the disconnect, guys, but it's part of your job to be best pals. You need to get to appreciate one another a lot more," said Mr. Gregg. "Jeff, tell me what you like about Max. Let's try something."
"Well....um....," Jeff vented, responding on the spot. "Max is a decent guy....."
"Right," said Mr. Gregg.
".....and he's very, very good-looking....," continued Jeff.
"Yes, you're homosexual so of course you'd notice that sort of thing," said the outwardly conservative boss.
"....And....his ass is unlike anything that I've ever seen in my life," Jeff said.
Max blushed but let out a chuckle. His ass. It always comes back to that.
"Max does have a uniquely large bubble butt--just like a couple of beach balls--yes, he does," said Mr. Gregg. "That's something that he has some issues about, isn't that right Max?"
Max stopped smiling. "Uh, yes. Yes, sir."
"Now, Max," went Mr. Gregg "what is it that you appreciate about Jeff?"
It took Max a while.
"Okay.....uh.....he's a nice guy. He's nice to everybody."
Silence.
"Alright, Max, thank you for your input," said the boss, desiring to move on and not take all day. "Jeff one of the things that's interesting about you is that, sometimes, you can be a little ass kisser. Let's get right to the point."
"I don't mean to be, sir," said Jeff. "I just try to make efforts--"
"Sure, Jeff," cut in Mr. Gregg "but you don't make enough efforts with Max. I hired you under the impression that you, as the more outgoing one of the two, would be able to create a believeable friendship with Max so that park guests would feel as though the two of you really are a super pair. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, I do, but--"
"But there needs to be deeper involvement," the boss continued. "You can be such a skilled little butt licker, in a manner of speaking, when you're in trouble but you don't kiss up enough to Max. Jeff, you don't make enough efforts with Max. I want you to put your kiss-up talents to use, boy. Max, get over here and get over my knee!"
"You're not going to spank me, right sir? I haven't done anything wrong!" said Max.
"Max, just follow my orders and do your job! Get over my knee!" shouted the boss.
Max complied and, once again, found himself over his boss's lap, nose to the floor carpet, big butt cakes aiming upward. His white spandex tights dug up into his deep, deep crack making the spandex seem like a second skin. Max wasn't allowed to wear underwear beneath his tights because Mr. Gregg wanted the outfit to look almost like bodypaint. It was a hot, sweaty day at Fantasy Point, so the thin fabric was super-moist and thoroughly clinging to the inside walls of Max's ass crack and to his tight, juicy, little pucker.
Mr. Gregg loved the sight before him. "It seems that these tights are giving you quite the wedgie today, Max!"
"They always do, sir," said Max. "You had them designed so that they always do that."
Which was true.
"I did nothing of the sort," relented his boss. "It's just that your round, elephantine cheeks are so big that the material gets stuck up there and can't get out. Even though you're supposed to look like a superhero, Max, you're looking more like a ballet dancer with a huge bubble butt and a deep wedgie!"
At least Mr. Gregg was honest about the fabric getting stuck up Max's ass.
Mr. Gregg gave each of Max's buns a hearty smack, making them jiggle and quiver like hot, overstuffed water balloons, but it was time for another initiative.
"Jeff, get down on your knees and kiss Max's behind," ordered the boss directly and clearly. "Since you appreciate this big bottom of his, show me that you're willing to make more efforts to bond with your co-worker."
This was like music to Jeff's ears. But he had to pretend to retaliate, he had to make it seem like he wasn't this eager and perverted. Jeff wanted to enjoy Max's ass but he wanted to make it seem as though he was strictly following orders--simply complying with Mr. Gregg's sick inclination towards sadism. Jeff looked over at them: Max was over the boss's lap like a boy awaiting his spanking-- his extra-extra large, perfectly round globe cheeks practically ripping through their spandex prison, popping up like cartoons. Amazing! Jeff wished that he was the back seam of those tights, digging so deeply into Max's ass.
"Sir, I don't know if I can do that! This seems wrong--I barely know Max!"
"Get over here NOW, Jeff, or you're fired!" commanded Mr. Gregg. "This will teach you to follow orders!"
Jeff swept his cape aside and got down to the floor on his knees. He spread Max's muscular legs apart and positioned his body between those legs. Max's legs looked sexy encased in that shiny, white lycra. The blue leather boots he was wearing, along with the tights, made Max look like a captive prince about to be punished, fucked, or eaten out.
Now came the moment he had been waiting for. Jeff was positioned now, on his knees, so that Max's insanely voluptuous bubble butt was only 2 inches from his face. Jeff enjoyed the moment when he slowly, gently put one hand on each of Max's mega buns.
"Max, make sure that your glutes stay relaxed," said Mr. Gregg to Max. Max obeyed and just let Jeff explore his ass.
They felt huge. They felt meaty and manly, they had weight and thick density. Those buns did seem like dense, soft but hard, basketballs. The size of them was astounding and breathtaking. The way that the lycra felt, covering and diving between those cheeks, was smooth and decadent. For a couple of minutes, Jeff enjoyed squeezing, fondling, and caressing them, watching in amazement at how full and doughy they looked as his hands stretched out the best that they could to cover those cheeks but, yet, the cheeks were too enormous.
The ass crack. The dark, seemingly-infiinite crevice between Max's massive butt globes was practically intimidating because of it's depth. Because the cheeks were so big, it took a surprising amount of effort for Jeff to get in there deep enough to see where the seam of Max's spandex tights sucked in towards his butt hole. Jeff kept spreading those buns and looking in deeper, leaning his face closer and closer to Max's ass. Jeff kept pushing the huge cheeks apart, as though he was digging in the dark for a buried treasure at its center, and then finally! Through the moist, sweaty, white spandex he could definitely see Max's tight, inviting pucker. Jeff gently pressed his pointer finger against the pucker, feeling the texture of it, feeling the wetness and heat.
"The smell must be incredible," thought Jeff. He removed his finger from between Max's buns and brought the finger up against his nose, savoring the musky, cheesy scent that clung to it. Delicious. For a moment, Jeff enjoyed holding the tip of it up to his nostril, indulging in that forbidden, addicting aroma that was starting to fade from the tip of his finger. He must go in for more of that smell, for more of that puckering, juicy, stinky-sweet asshole.
"Jeff, it's perfectly natural to be curious about Max's personal scent. You're getting to know him better. Pretend that you're a puppy, dig that cute little nose of yours in there, and sniff his butt," directed Mr. Gregg who was in hog heaven while watching this kinky scene.
Being bent over his lap, Max could feel that Mr. Gregg was getting an erection, as a hard mound began to press into Max's stomach. "Mr. Gregg is a nasty creep," thought Max to himself.
Jeff continued using his hands to spread Max's cheeks, sniffing around the outside yet not touching his nose to Max's big ass. He could smell it a little bit but not as much as he wanted to. Maybe Jeff was feeling reluctant to basically rape his co-worker using his face.
"No, Jeff, you need to do better than that," said Mr. Gregg as he pushed the head forward, pressing Jeff's face deep into Max's ass crack. The boss insisted, so Jeff complied.
Jeff felt as though he was deep-sea diving as his face was enveloped between the massive buns. The spandex that Max was wearing felt smooth and humid against Jeff's face. It was as though his head was being swallowed by the warm, ripe, bubblicious butt. Jeff felt Max's strong glutes clamming up against the sides of his face, trying to lock him out. Mr. Gregg noticed, lightly spanking Max.
"Max! I told you to give those oversized glutes of yours a rest while your friend Jeff gets to know you better. Relax those cheeks, relax that hole!," said the boss. "Keep smelling that ass, boy!" demanded Mr. Gregg as he once again pushed the back of Jeff's head, pressing his face deeper between Max's massive cheeks.
That smell! Jeff gripped Max's thighs as he drove his nose deeper into Max's moist, tight pucker. The only thing stopping Jeff's pointy little nose from literally penetrating Max's sphincter was the thin layer of spandex tights that Max wore, digging into his rump, creating a thin barracade that stopped Jeff's nose from entering his asshole.
"Max, I want you to spread your legs a little further. Let Jeff really get in there," ordered bossy Mr. Gregg.
Max spread his legs a bit wider, allowing deeper access for Jeff to explore between those thick, bulbous man-buns. He pushed his butt back further towards Jeff's nose. Max could feel Jeff's nostrils opening and closing against his puckering butt hole. Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff! There was nothing that Max could do about this situation so he simply closed his eyes, relaxed his anus, and allowed the ass-smelling to continue.
Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff went Jeff, diving his nose into deep Max's rear like he was smothering his face between two enormous, hot, wet, rank meat pillows.
Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff went the tip of that nose trying to break through the spandex-covered hole, trying to literally enter it.
"How's that smell?" asked Mr. Gregg.
"Rich!" answered Jeff, coming up for air. His face was all rosy from rubbing up inside and between Max's cheeks. "Like cheese and chocolate and.....ripe butt!"
Max felt embarrassed and utterly exposed but made sure that he kept his butt open. It couldn't get any more invasive than this! Or so he thought.
Even though his stomach was pressed against his boss's knees, Max could feel Mr. Gregg's hand skillfully reach underneath his stomach and undo the drawstring that tied his spandex at the waist.
"Now Jeff, I want you to slowly lower Max's tights down from off of that big can of his so we can see what that huge ass looks like bare naked," said the boss.
Jeff pulled down Max's ultra tight spandex pants from off of his butt, slowly exposing Max's glistening, young, bare, flesh mounds. The back seam emerged from out between the cheeks as the tights were rolled downwards to Max's knees.
"I think that that back seam on those pants could use a little break. It works overtime back there, don't you think, Jeff?" joked the boss.
How could it be possible that Max's bare bubble butt looked even more delicious nude than it did encased in tights? But it was. There was no material to hold the flesh back. Without pants, Max's bent-over, A+ round buns looked even bigger, meatier, thicker, juicier. For a moment, all Jeff and Mr. Gregg could do was enjoy the sight of it.
Max's ass was naturally hairless. Whatever hairs grew between his cheeks, Max made sure to shave out. He had always done so since puberty.
"Now that his butt is totally bare, I want you to find out how the smell is now," Mr. Gregg said to Jeff.
"You got it, boss," smiled Jeff as he dove his face into Max's rear, his nose digging deep between the colossal cheeks, going towards the prize. Jeff couldn't resist pressing his nose so hard against Max's sphincter that the tip of it was beginning to penetrate. The sweat and the funk deep inside the butt allowed the boy's pointy nose to ever so slightly slide a little bit deeper into the tight pucker. Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff smelled Jeff furiously, loving the idea that he was fucking Max with his nose.
"How's the musk now?" asked Mr. Gregg.
"Even more stinky now, sir, of course," answered Jeff happily. "Max smells incredibly good!"
"Very good, young man, " said the boss, "Now that you're familiar with Max's aroma, and you certainly are a good, little brown-noser, I want you to push Max's limits more. Get more intimate with him by kissing and licking every inch of that jumbo butt of his."
Jeff was delighted to oblige. As he massaged Max's oversized, sweaty derriere with his hands, he began to softly kiss and lick Max's cheeks, tasting the salty moisture clinging to the rump flesh. Licking up, down, and all around the boys's ass took quite some time as Jeff indulged himself, covering the entirety of Max's gigantic globes with his tongue. But it was time to go deeper, time to taste the most private section of Max's most private area.
"Max, has your wife ever given that huge ass of yours a good rimming?" asked Mr. Gregg.
"No, sir, we don't do that," answered Max honestly.
"First time for everything, Max," said his boss. "Jeff, I need for you to lick that butt". Mr. Gregg gently patted one of Max's jiggling loaves.
"If that's what needs to be done, then that's what I'll do," replied Jeff.
Jeff dove his face deep between Max's wet, juicy, massive man-cakes, his tongue like a sword stabbing deep down through the ripe flesh. Jeff really had his work cut out for him, as he spread Max apart, hungrily licking and sucking the interior walls of the buns until the tongue finally reached Max's sphincter. With his face enveloped between Max's gigantic cheeks, Jeff battered against the hole with his tongue, letting the natural juices of the ass stimulate his taste buds. A fantastic taste. He continued licking Max's hole, having no other choice than to hold his breath as his face sank deeper between the moist, thick, oversized buns.
"How's that taste?" asked Mr. Gregg.
Coming up for air, Jeff replied: "Sweet, salty, kind of metallic. Taste is great, the smell is great. I wish that I could eat Max's ass every day after a long day at work!"
Jeff playfully spanked Max's left cheek and then squish!, Jeff dove his face into Max's deep butt for more.
Lick! Lick! Lick! Lick! Slurp!
The rimming continued for a while more as Mr. Gregg held Max over his lap and watched Jeff feast between those bubble cheeks. Jeff could feel Max opening and closing his pucker against his tongue. Maybe Max was kind of enjoying it? Jeff pressed his tongue against that sphincter with a strong, concentrated force. Jeff tried to penetrate Max's asshole with his tongue but the hole was too tight. So he simply continued to lick on top of that pucker, enjoying the masculine taste.
"Tight, little butt hole, I bet!" said Mr. Gregg, looking down.
Jeff kept his face buried in Max's huge butt for a while longer before he finally answered.
"Yes, it is. Very tight," said Jeff.
"I want to see for myself, " said the boss.
Mr. Gregg licked his pointer finger and brought his hand over to Max's ass. His hand dove deep between Max's bulbous bubble buns and he finally, slowly entered his finger in. First the tip of the finger, then sinking deeper and deeper, slowly and gently popping Max's cherry.
Max winced. He'd never had a finger in his butt hole yet. It felt strange and fiery but somehow.....good. He pushed his butt towards the finger, allowing the digit to sink into him deeper. Mr. Gregg's hand was completely submerged between Max's puffy, meaty buns but only one finger entered the pucker. Such big buns with such a tight, little, virginal hole. Mr. Gregg privately thought to himself that it would be best for Max tp have his big butt explored more often, to open up his ass a bit more. He figured that Max's ass was a gift from God and what's the point of a gift that is never opened?
Mr. Gregg gently slid his finger in and out, in and out, of Max's juicy sphincter while the boy laid over his lap. Max groaned with embarrassment (and pleasure). Jeff enjoyed the close-up view, indulging in the sight of the epic boy butt receiving his first finger-fucking.
"I think that the tongue licking helped to open him up. Good job, Jeff," said Mr. Gregg to his employee.
Mr. Gregg continued fucking Max with his finger, getting down to the knuckle, with his hand covered between two bulbous buns.
After a while, Mr. Gregg realized that today's lesson was over. There would be more to come.
He slowly slid the finger from out of Max's rectum, patted the boy's butt, and ordered him to stand up. Max got off from Mr. Gregg's lap while Jeff also rose from his kneeling position and stood in the center of the office, watching Max pull up the spandex tights over his bottom. The tights struggled (like always) to finally cover the jock's back end but Max finally managed to get them to his waist and tie the drawstring in front. The back seam of Max's white spandex tights sunk in deep, getting naturally swallowed by the boy's huge ass, disappearing into the fetid darkness between Max's globes. It was as if his puckering butt hole sucked the fabric in like a straw to liquid.
All three men stood looking at each other. All of them had very hard, very stiff erections. All of them had wet spots on their crotches. Pre-cum. Excitement without release. It was purely incidental, of course.
"Okay, boys, hopefully you got to know each other a little bit better today. Jeff, I hope that you have a deeper.....appreciation for Max now and, Max, I hope that you'll open up more to Jeff. It's going to be a long summer and I need for you two to be a strong, cohesive unit out there in the park."
"Sounds great, sir!" said Jeff with genuine joy.
"I'll try, sir," said Max with some reluctance and embarrassment over what just happened to him.
"Then we're going to have to keep working towards perfecting our dynamics," said the boss.
The boys were dismissed. Jeff and Max exited the building, wearing their superhero uniforms.
"Don't you dare say anything about this to anyone! Understand!?" said Max to Jeff.
Jeff could tell that Max had mixed feelings about having his big, straight, jock butt being explored by a gay boy and a powerful closet-case.
"It's not anything for you to get worked up over, Max" said Jeff trying to calm him. Max quickly walked up ahead. Jeff kept back, watching Max's ginormous bubble globes jiggle and bounce as he walked away. Jeff sighed as he thought about the exciting taste and smell of Max's ass and how lucky he was to have experienced it. But now Jeff had a craving for more......
On his way home from work, Mr. Gregg sat in the back of his limousine, looking out the window as the driver sped forward. The boss sniffed his unwashed pointer finger for a while and then finally popped the finger into his mouth, savoring the unique taste. It was delicious.
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