Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Filling (Max story)

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 man-ass.....as 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.

THWACK!

The guys cheered.  Max winced.

THWACK!

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.

THWACK!  

THWACK!  

THWACK!  

THWACK!

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

THWACK!   THWACK!

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.

THWACK!   THWACK!    THWACK!

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.

THWACK!

THWACK!

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.

"Well.....you 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.