It was the last weekend in August. Though it seemed to be gradually cooling down a bit, weather-wise, over the last few days, all of a sudden the temps rose to over 100 degrees.
Blonde, studly, 21-year-old Max was working his shift out in the amusement park, in costume as superhero Captain Fantasy, visiting with and taking pictures with the guests.
He wore his uniform: Tall, blue leather boots on his feet. On his perfect, Abercrombie-looking face, Max wore a blue leather half mask that the costume department had bought from an old Robin (as in Batman) costume and then painted blue to match the park's official color scheme. Max wore his skin-tight, shiny, white spandex shirt with the Fantasy Point logo on it that showed off his pumped, muscular frame stupendously. And......of course, on his bottom half, Max wore a pair of shiny, thin, white spandex tights. As ever, Max's bulging, bulbous, intensely round, oversized, bubble butt cheeks hypnotized everyone around him. The vertical back seam on the seat of his tights was wedged so far up his ass, the tights looked like a second skin or that the spandex was painted on him. He may as well have been naked. Because it was so hot and sweaty outside, the spandex wedgie rode up between his mountainous glutes within the first five minutes of the day and had been sticking to his juicy, little butt hole ever since. The back seam of the tights had been stuck up his crack, and chaffing against his pucker, all day long. That was just the way that the costume was designed and there was nothing he could do about it. So he just got used to it and let the wedgie stay stuck between his massive, round bubble buns.
Everyone at Fantasy Point Amusement Park, from the guests to the workers, felt sweaty and exhausted but tried to have fun anyway.
Unfortunately, Max had promised his old high school buddy Randall that he would help him move this weekend. Even though it was so hot outside, there was no way that Randall would allow him to get out of it. Randall and his fiance, Michelle, were moving for work reasons to a suburb a couple of hours outside of Charlotte, N.C. and they figured that if there was anyone who could help them move heavy furniture and boxes up 3 flights of stairs, it would be tall, muscular, beefy Max. Plus, Max was cheap help and a reliable friend. They were planning on buying everyone some pizza and beer after they were done moving stuff.
Randall, wanting to save time, told Max that they would pick him up from his job at Fantasy Point at 5 pm. Max would be staying with them at their new apartment during the weekend and, later, Randall would drive him back.
Max was running late to get into the employee locker room from out of the amusement park. In the park, a beautiful, drunk 28-year-old blonde girl was trying to get costumed Max's phone number but Max was trying to explain that he was married. The girl wouldn't listen. She kept grabbing him around his waist, squeezing his round, overstuffed, spandexed butt cheeks, and she wouldn't let go.
"Oh my god, you are so fucking sexy, I don't know why you won't hook up with me?!? C'mon, don't be a dumb ass..." slurred the intoxicated beauty.
"I really can't. Please, miss, there are kids around, don't grab my ass," said Max trying to be polite.
"You have the Best. Bubble Butt. Ever.," smiled the girl with a far-off look in her blurry eyes.
"Thanks but I have to fly off to my superhero fortress now," joked Max.
"Oh, no!!!! Please don't go, Super Captain....." said the girl as she nestled her head on Max's shoulder.
By the time Max gently peeled her from off of him, he noticed that it was 5 minutes after 5 pm. His friends were probably there outside the employee parking lot, waiting to pick him up and do their move.
By the time he finally made it into the employee locker room, it was 5:15. He could hear his iphone ringing inside his locker. He quickly did the combination of his lock, retrieved his phone, and answered it.
"Max! We're outside waiting for you! We gotta go, bro!" said Randall on the other end of the phone.
"I'm coming in a minute. Let me change out of my costume and take a shower," said Max as he removed his blue leather superhero boots
"No, no, no, let's just go. We promised the land lord lady that we'd be there to pick up the keys by 7:30, " said Randall.
"I'm in this superhero costume....," laughed Max. "I gotta change."
"Haha! That would be funny if you helped us move dressed like that. It would show that we're serious about moving boxes," said Randall, not joking. "Max, we have to be on schedule so that we don't piss this old lady off. Just come out here and jump in the car. You can change later on."
Max quickly put on his old sneakers but stayed in his spandex costume, mask and all. He threw his boots in his duffell bag, grabbed his wallet and keys, and headed out towards the parking lot while he stayed on the phone with Randall.
"We're by the back gate in the yellow deluxe moving truck," said Randall over the phone. Max exited the employee building and walked over to the parking lot gates, towards his friends who were sitting inside a big moving truck complete with massive back storage, back passenger seating, and front seats. Randall and Michelle waved at Max through their vehicle window. Both had huge smiles on their faces.
"Oh my.....oh WOW! Max, that costume is hot!!!" said Michelle sitting in the passenger seat.
"I feel so dumb wearing this around you guys," chuckled Max. "So yeah....this is my work uniform."
Randall stared at Max silently for a moment. "Turn around, Max," said Randall with a sly smile on his face.
Max knew. But he went ahead and turned around for them anyway.
"Max, Max, Max.....," said Randall. "You need to charge those people extra tickets to look at that big bubble butt of yours. Hahaha"
"Shut up, man," replied Max.
"Alright, dude, hop in the back and let's get going," ordered Randall.
Max opened up the back passenger door, got inside, placed his duffell bag on the floor, and shut the door behind him.
Sitting next to him were two men that Max had never met.
"Hey, Captain Fantasy, I'm Neal," grinned the one sitting closest to Max.
"Hey, I'm Max," said our bubble-assed hero, shaking Neal's hand.
Neal, who looked to be about 27 or 28, had a subtle smile on his face as he looked Max over. Neal was a good-looking white hipster guy with a few day's stubble on his face, a thin frame, and was wearing some faded blue jeans and a worn out t-shirt. He was dressed much more appropriately for this move than Max was. Neal had long, light-brown hair that fell over his brown eyes, and a sexy, big nose. "This is Eddie," he said, pointing over to the man next to him.
Eddie leaned over Neal and shook Max's hand. Eddie was another thin hipster guy around Neal's age who dressed similar to Neal. Eddie had dark, long hair that he kept in a ponytail. He was also good-looking with a full beard, stache, and a swarthy olive complexion. Probably Greek or Italian.
Basically, Neal and Eddie looked like a couple of straight hipster guys who could be in a rock band together. They seemed cool enough.
Randall revved up the vehicle engine and began driving towards the freeway.
"Eddie and Neal used to work with Randall and they're going to be taking our old apartment," chimed-in Michelle from the front passenger seat. "We're leaving our old kitchen set and entertainment center and some other stuff for them so they said that they'd help us move furniture into our new place."
"That's good," said Max as he removed his superhero half-mask from off his face and shoved it into his duffell bag. "It's always better to have more people help with moving."
"Yeah, exactly," said Michelle. "We'll move a ton of stuff, the heavier stuff, up the stairs tonight. Then we'll chill, I'll order some food, we can sleep on some inflatabeds that we brought, and then Rand will drive you guys home tomorrow morning. Our new place is a few hours away or we'd drive you all back tonight. Any way, does that sound okay?"
"No problem," said Max. He would just call his wife, Kara, later and tell her that he'd be crashing over at Randall and Michelle's that night and that he'd be home tomorrow morning.
"Is the water turned on at your new place yet? I want to take a shower later, definitely," said Max, embarrassed.
"Oh, man, I didn't think about that. I hope that we'll have water and that we won't have to wait until Monday," said Michelle with a look of concern on her face as she peered over at Randall while he was driving.
"Babe, don't worry, we'll have water. Everything will be fine," said Randall, unconvincingly.
"Why are you worried, Max? Are you stinky or something?" teased Neal with a mischievious smile on his face. He leaned over and jokingly sniffed at Max's armpit. Max thought that this was really weird. He barely knew this guy and his friend and now he was stuck in this van with them. They didn't seem gay....
Max tried to laugh it off. "Well, you know, I've been working outside all day in this heat. And it's still going to be hot tonight when we're moving stuff so.....yeah....I should probably take a shower later."
"I'm sure you're fine the way you are, Max," said Eddie. "That outfit is incredible. Do you really have to wear that every day at work!?!"
"Yep. I'm supposed to be a superhero because the amusement park logo is a cartoon superhero. I pretty much just walk around all day and pose for pictures with little kids and old ladies," answered Max. "But I wish that I would have had time to change so that I don't look ridiculous when we're moving the stuff in."
Everyone laughed.
"Hey, if you strip your shirt off, you'll look more normal walking in and out of the apartment building. Since you're wearing gym shoes now......and those are workout tights that you're wearing, right?" spoke Neal.
"They're part of my superhero costume. But, yeah, they could be workout tights too, I guess. That makes sense," said Max.
"At least this way, you'll look like you came from a gym rather than a costume party, you know?" suggested Eddie.
Max thought that the guys had a good idea. He lifted his arms and peeled off his white spandex Captain Fantasy shirt and stuffed it into his duffell bag. Now, with the spandex pants and tennis shoes only, Max looked like he had finished a really intense workout at the gym. Even though, now, he was practically wearing nothing, at least he didn't feel like he was wearing a silly costume.
"You'll be the beefcake of the group," said Neal to Max.
Eddie and Neal looked over at Max with his healthy, young, tanned, muscular torso. Sweating all day made Max look like his skin was glowing (even though Max usually looked like that anyway). With his golden hair and bright blue eyes, Max looked like the most beautiful, healthy, and deeply fuckable all-American boy on the planet.
"Hey, Rand, could you please roll the window down back here for a while? My armpits do kind of reek," chuckled Max. Well, it was true.
After a couple of hours of general small talk, it was getting dark out and the group in the moving van drove up to a charming, small apartment complex in the North Carolina suburbs and parked right towards the front walkway that led inside.
A nice, white-haired, little old lady greeted them at the door and walked the group over towards a long, narrow staircase once they entered the building. For a moment, the little old lady got distracted by one of the young people in this group. Who was that shirtless, blonde stud wearing shiny, white tights? Where did he come from? And, my goodness!, what a big, round butt he has! But she gathered her wits and focused on the task at hand.
Everyone followed her up the narrow stairway and stopped, single-file in a line, once they reached the door. Max was in the middle of the group. Neal and Eddie were right behind him.
Because they were on different steps on the stairway, it just so happened that Neal and Eddie were pretty much at face-level with Max's bulbous, oversized, bubble butt cheeks. It wasn't until now that the two men realized how severely Max's white spandex tights rode up between his massive, round buns. Now that butt was right in their faces.
The old lady at the top of the stairs was trying to figure out which key would open Randall and Michelle's new apartment. The keys clanked loudly as the frustrated old lady tried out many different keys on an overfilled key chain.
"It's gotta be one of these.....sorry everybody.....," said the land lady.
So everyone stood patiently on the stairs waiting. Neal, who's face was closer to Max's ass, hoped that the little old lady would take a long time. No rush.
The keys clanked away as the land lady kept trying out different keys. Randall and Michelle were trying to keep their cool and stay nice. Michelle wanted to let out a frustrated sigh but she contained herself. It took the land lady 3 minutes or so before she finally fit the correct key into the lock.
The entire time, everyone waited on the stairs, unmoving.....except for Neal. Neal slowly leaned his face closer and closer towards Max's derriere. That big, obscenely perky, delicious-looking pair of cakes was right in his face so he figured that he may as well sneak a whiff.
sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff
Eddie noticed what was happening and silently chuckled.
Even though Neal's nose didn't touch Max's butt, Neal was pretty sure that he did smell a faint aroma emanating from between those thick cheeks. But he wasn't completely sure. Neal realized that he truly needed to do a deeper investigation.....
Neal leaned a little bit closer towards Max's crack, almost sliding his nose in there.
sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff
Eddie let out an audible laugh. Due to the clanking keys up the stairs, Max never noticed the sniffing sounds but he did hear Eddie's laugh. Max turned his head a bit sideways, looking over his shoulder behind him, and down towards Neal.
"What's up?" asked Max.
"Hey, man, your butt's in my face," said Neal. Eddie starts laughing himself silly.
"Oh, sorry.....," said Max, embarrassed. "We should be in the room in a second." These guys are pretty weird, thought Max.
The land lady finally unlocked the door and Randall, Michelle, Neal, Eddie, and Max began hauling stuff in.
There were too-big recliners, overly-heavy boxes, couches that took 3 people to carry, and an almost infinite number of random small things. It seemed that the move would take forever but, eventually, the group finished their tasks. It was a long, exhausting, hot, sweaty process. Max remembered to call his wife Kara and tell her that he'd be home the next day.
Anytime Neal and Eddie found an excuse to glance at Max's bouncing, spandexed ass--or walk behind him up the stairs--while moving stuff, they took it.
It was almost midnight by the time the pizza arrived.
All the utilities had to wait until Monday, Randall and Michelle discovered. Nothing was on. No water, no electricity. The group was able to use lamps and 2 unpacked TV's thanks to kindly apartment neighbors who allowed them to run extension cords from under the doors of their own units and into Randall and Michelle's new residence.
At around 1 am, Michelle and Randall decided to go into their bedroom and go to sleep on a temporary inflatable mat.
"We're beat," said Randall. "Michelle and I are going to hit the hay. I'm going to set my phone alarm for 6 am and then I'll drive you three to your homes in the morning. Thanks for all your help today, guys. Try to have a good sleep."
"No problem," said Neal and Eddie.
"Glad to help," said Max.
Randall entered the bedroom and shut the door behind him.
Max, Neal, and Eddie sat on the floor in the living room, on top of another king-sized inflatable mattress, playing an Xbox system that they had set up already. In the corner of the room, sat 2 more, smaller, inflatable mattresses. One for each of the three men in the living room.
Max got up to find his duffell bag among the messes of boxes and bags. It was around here somewhere.....
"Whatcha looking for?" asked Eddie.
"My bag," answered Max as he walked around the living room, scanning with his eyes. "I have other clothes to change into."
"You've been wearing those tights all day long so what's the point of changing now? Come over here, lay down, and relax. Chill out, man," implored Neal. Max actually couldn't find his duffell bag and was too tired to want to dig around and find it. He'd find it in the morning, he figured.
Max was about to sit down on the inflatabed but Neal intervened.
"No, lay down on your stomach like us. That way you'll be more comfortable and you can concentrate on the game," suggested Neal.
So Max did. He went over to the inflatabed and layed down on his stomach between Neal and Eddie. Max tried to ignore the fact that his enormous, spandexed bubble buns were now sticking up towards the ceiling. he grabbed his controller and got back into the game.
"If you want, man, you can have the king-sized mattress. We'll take the smaller two," said Neal to Max.
"Thanks. That's cool of you," said Max. Max thought that these two random guys were kind of weird, definitely not the typical kinds of guys that Max was used to hanging out with, but they were okay. He thought that they were kind of artsy, hippie guys--Max was used to hanging out with his fratty, athletic friends-- but Neal and Eddie were fine to hang out with for one night. Plus, it's not as though he had much of a choice......
Neal couldn't take his eyes off of Max's naked, ripped torso as he layed there.....but he was really concentrating on Max's big butt. He loved how huge, round, and full those buns were and how they jiggled every time Max moved his legs. Neal loved how the back seam of the spandex seemed like it was stuck to to Max's juicy asshole, it was wedged so far up between those massive cheeks. Neal had never seen such an amazing ass like Max's and he was excited to move the night along.....
"Hey, Max, do you mind if I give you a massage? I'm learning to do bodywork and holistic massage and it's good if I practice on people," said Neal.
"Well.....probably not right now, man. I'm really sweaty and gross after today so I probably wouldn't want to if I were you," replied Max.
"It's hard having to be next to you, smelling you," said Eddie, joking.
"I'm sorry. I would shower if I could, trust me.....," said Max.
"I'm joking, Max!" said Eddie honestly. "It's not a big deal if you're natural. Neal and I are into natural. A little bit of smell doesn't bother us. We like smells, actually."
"It's okay if you stink, Max," said Neal as pulled off one of Max's sneakers and held it up to his face.
sniff sniff sniiiiifffffff!
"See?" said Neal. "It's no big deal to me. I want to get you to feel more comfortable. Just continue playing your video game while I work on you." Max pretended like it didn't bother him. Neal removed Max's other sneaker, pulled the socks from off of Max's feet (and then sniffed them), and then began massaging and smelling Max's feet.
"Dude! My feet are probably rancid right now! Why the fuck are you smelling them!?!" exclaimed Max.
"Relax, Max. They smell ripe but it's okay. You've had a long day. Just calm down and let me work on you," said Neal who was not about to easily give up this unique opportunity. He started massaging Max's feet more intensely in order to distract Max. Neal was good at what he did. The foot massage felt amazing to Max who put down his Xbox controller, layed with his face down on the air mattress, and allowed Neal to continue massaging and sniffing his feet.
sniff sniff sniff
Neal moved his big nose between the different spaces separating Max's toes.
sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff
Max's feet smelled cheesy and tangy. Neal intensified massaging the bottoms of Max's feet while breathing in the scent of the beefy, blonde jock.
Eddie layed on the other side of the air mattress, playing the video game alone. He knew that man-scent was his friend Neal's fetish and he was happy to see Neal enjoying himself so much.
Neal moved on to massaging Max's back. He was able to get his head close enough to Max's armpits to take whiffs of those too. Max just took it.
sniff sniiiiiffff went Neal.
Neal and Eddie were old friends who considered themselves bisexual. They had messed around together in the past but now they were primarily roommates only. Eddie knew that he would have to hear Neal bragging about this night for a long time to come since he was able to do his thing with an Adonis like Max.
Eddie looked over at Neal. Neal was gazing like a starving lion at Max's maximum booty. Eddie knew what was coming next. He played the video game while watching Neal and Max also.
Neal moved himself down towards the back end of the mattress so that the lower half of his body was on the wood floor. He positioned himself between Max's legs. Neal's face was now aimed right at the crack seperating Max's full, round, butt cheeks. He began to massage Max's spandexed ass loaves.
"A lot of people think that it's taboo to work on the glute muscles but I think that it's really important not to neglect them. I'm going to give you a really good butt massage, Max, but you have to make sure to stay relaxed," instructed Neal.
Neal was very talented at doing massage, Max had to admit. Max was so tired, and the massage felt so good, that if yet another person perved-out on his big ass, it wouldn't be something that never happened before. Max thought that these two strange dudes were weird. If this Neal guy wants to give a great massage and act perverted, then go for it. Why care? It's not like Max was going to ever hang out with these guys again. This was a unique and bizarre situation.
Neal began massaging Max's heavy, round, oversized buns; squeezing them with his hands, smooshing them together, and spreading them apart in rhythm. Neal kept his face only about 1 inch away from Max's butt. Neal massaged the butt for 10 minutes, completely mezmerized by Max's XXXtra large cheeks. Neal enjoyed the smooth feel of the spandex tights and how the back seam appeared to get more and more stuck inside Max's juicy, sweaty crack as the massage went on.
"I can't believe how amazing your glutes are, Max," said Neal as he continued with his massage. "These have to be the most attractive and round pair of buns that I've ever seen, man or woman."
"That's more than a pair of buns, yo," said Eddie, "that's an entire bakery." Eddie and Neal both laughed. Max stayed silent while he felt Neal's breath hit his ass when Neal laughed--that's how clearly close Neal's face was to Max's butt. Max wondered why he was letting these guys play with his rump.
"It really looks like your tights are painted on, Max," said Neal, "That seam really goes far up your butt."
"I think the tights were probably designed that way. I didn't know that when I agreed to take my job. Sometimes I get tired of people looking at my ass all the time, " said Max.
"How can they not, you know?" said Neal, trying to be supportive (while perving) as he continued massaging Max's thick, globe-like buns.
Eddie noticed that Neal's face was getting even closer to Max's ass. All of a sudden, Neal used his hands to seperate Max's huge butt cheeks and then shoved his face between them. Max didn't fight it; he just layed there with his face down on the mattress and his eyes closed. Neal gently rubbed Max's rear while he kept his face in there. For a minute or so, Neal's face stayed silently enveloped between Max's bulbous, spandexed buns, as if he was stuck in there. And then Eddie could hear Neal sniffing.
sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniiiiiiiiffffffff! sniff sniff sniff......
Neal took his face out of Max's butt for a moment. "Aaaahhh, yes! I'm like a dog! I just love the smell of a hot butt. Can't help myself," said Neal with a huge grin on his face. He then dug his face right back in there, between Max's massive, bulbous butt cheeks.
sniff sniff sniff sniiiiiiiifffffffff! sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniiiiiffffffffff!
"Ahhhh!"
"Does he smell pretty good?" asked Eddie.
Neal came up for air. "Oh fuck yeah! I can smell his ripe, stinky butt right through his tights. Smells so fucking good." And then Neal's face went right back between Max's glutes.
Max knew that he, himself, was getting a boner from this. Max pushed his ass harder towards Neal's face so that Neal's nose pressed even more intensely against Max's butt hole. Max could feel Neal's nostrils flexing against his sphincter as Neal sniffed in the scent. If Max wouldn't have been wearing spandex, the tip of Neal's nose would have possibly penetrated his pucker.
"Since your nose is up his ass......aren't you worried that he'll fart?" asked Eddie to Neal.
sniff sniff sniff "Hey, if it happens, it happens," said Neal. He patted Max's butt while his face was buried in it. Max's cheeks jiggled. "Max, it would be pretty hot if you farted right now," said naughty Neal, his voice muffled since his lips were pressed to Max's taint. Neal's nose nuzzled deeper and deeper, as far as it could press, towards Max's smelly butt hole.
sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff
sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniiiiiiiiffffffff sniff sniff snifff
After a while, Max felt that he would actually be able to release a substantial air pie. Max spread his muscular legs a bit and thrust his huge ass even harder towards Neal, Neal practically crushing his face as deep as he could between Max's sweaty buns.
pppphhrrrrrpt! ppppphhrrrpt! ppphhrrpt! farted Max.
Neal could feel Max's tight, little sphincter open up slightly against his nostrils as he opened his hole to release.
Eddie could hear Neal sniffing furiously.
sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff
Again, Neal came up for air. "Phew! God damn! I think that musky man ass is my favorite smell in the world," he said. So he went in for more.
sniff sniff sniiiiiffffffff! sniiiiiifffffff!
"But maybe it's just that Max's smell is really good?" asked Eddie, creating a discussion.
sniff sniff sniff sniff "Hmmmm....?" answered Neal, his face in Max's ass. sniff sniff sniff
"I've got to think about that," Neal said.
sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniiiiifffffff!
"Yeah, Max's ass might be the sexiest smellin' ass there is," concluded Neal.
sniff sniff sniff sniff
"Definitely," was Neal's final verdict.
Having Neal's face wedged in his ass felt good to Max. He hated to admit that himself but it was true. The nose pressed and flexing against his hole was a stimulating sensation and the fact that this guy was getting off on his butt musk turned Max on.
"Eddie, come here and take a whiff," said Neal.
"No, man, I don't want to interrupt your fun times there," chuckled Eddie.
"Eddie, seriously, pause the game for a second and sniff Max's butt. It smells fucking great," insisted Neal.
So Eddie complied. He paused the game with his controller, leaned over, and nestled his face between Max's huge glutes.
sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff
"It smells kind of cheesy......but kind of spicy....," said Eddie.
sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff
"And kind of like.....I dunno.....open butt," laughed Eddie.
"It smells like pooh. But nice," said Neal.
"Yeah, you got it," laughed Eddie.
"It just smells hot to me," said Neal.
"Why don't you pull down the spandex and rim him?" asked Eddie.
"Because if you eat out his ass, after a while it will take away the stink. I want to smell the stink," said Neal.
And now Max's butt was back to him. Neal dove his face in there again and continued sniffing away like a crazy bloodhound.
sniff sniff sniff sniff sniiiiiiiffffffff! sniff sniff sniff sniff......
A while later, Neal's face emerged from out between Max's buns.
"Hey, Max, I'm just going to use your ass as a pillow for the rest of the night. Cool?" asked Neal.
"At this point, you might as well," answered Max.
For the rest of the night, Neal rested his face between Max's round, spandexed butt cheeks (they made really good pillows, actually) with his nose pressed against Max's hole. Neal sniff, sniff, sniffed, squirted out a big load of cum in his jeans, exhausted himself, and fell asleep. Eddie tired out from his video game, paused it and fell asleep too.
Max eventually conked out with Neal's face up his butt.
Randall's phone alarm went off at 6 am. He got up from his air mattress (where Michelle was still sleeping), opened the bedroom door, walked out into the living room, and was greeted with an interesting sight:
All three of the other young men asleep on the same air mattress in the living room. Randall's ex-coworker, Neal, had his head resting on top of Max's butt. Huh. Okay.....
Randall didn't want to know what had happened. He just wanted to get these guys home and then continue with what was bound to be a long day taken up by the moving process.
"Hey, guys, wake up! Get your stuff so that I can take you to your houses," said Randall.
Groggy Neal, Max, and Eddie got up, grabbed their bags (Max found his duffell behind a couple of beer boxes), and headed towards the van with Randall. Neal had a big, soggy load of cum in his jean which formed a wet spot that he hoped no one would notice. It was early. No one noticed.
On the way towards their houses, the three movers slept while Randall drove. He dropped Max off first. Max just got out of the car and gave them a quick wave goodbye. The other men all watched Max's spectacular ass bouncing in his spandex as he walked up the driveway and into his house.
Neal wished that he would have somehow been able to bottle the scent of Max's ass. He thought to himself that he'd probably make a fortune if he could.
Randall dropped Eddie and Neal off at their apartment and then drove the long trek back to his new place.
When Randall returned to his new home, Michelle had gotten some fast-food lunch for the two of them and was reading an article in the local newspaper.
"It was great that we had their help. That was really cool of them. Eddie and Neal seemed to get along well with Max," said Michelle.
"Yeah.....," said Randall. His attention seemed elsewhere.
"What? What's wrong?" asked his fiance.
"Uhh....well....um...." fumbled Randall, "when I walked in the living room this morning, they were all sleeping on the same air mattress,"
"Haha," said Michelle, "That's cute. They were all tired out."
"Sure....,"continued Randall, "but Neal kind of had his face planted in Max's ass."
"Oh." said Michelle. "Well.....we always knew that Neal was kind of a kinky one. And it's not like most people probably wouldn't want to play with Max's fabulous ass for while, right?"
"Well....," answered Randall, "I never really thought about that...."
"Yeah right," his fiance responded. "Liar."
Michelle looked over at Randall, winked, and then turned her attention back to the newspaper article.
