may the punishment suit the crime (Vince story)

Carlo was very proud of himself.

Somehow, he had managed to convince his boss at Fantasy Point Amusement Park that the place would benefit from some publicity-grabbing "star power" in the form of Vince, a c-list young guy from a moderately famous singing group that had broken up two years ago.

Mr. Gregg, the boss at Fantasy Point Amusement Park, figured that his head entertainment engineer could be on to something......

If it was in the budget, why not make his top employee happy and yank in more paying guests to enter the park?  Maybe some girls and their mothers would be thrilled by the idea of watching some hot boy sing and wiggle around onstage while their fathers and brothers were busy riding the rollercoasters?

Unless, of course, the fathers, brothers, and boyfriends at the park would prefer to join them in watching Vince do twice-a-day stage shows......

Vince was always everyone's favorite in the singing group.  The other members of his boy band (that's what it really was, let's face it)--before they had jetted off to different parts of the USA to move on with the rest of their lives after their final album--would sometimes get jealous but, mainly, they didn't mind that the attention was constantly focused on their co-worker.  They understood why.

With his painfully handsome face, bright green eyes, pale creamy skin, and luscious dark hair, Vince was always quite the showstopper.  The 23-year-old had one of those bodies that seemed to stay permanently athletic no matter how much beer, burgers, and road food he fed himself.  No love-handles for Vince.  No belly, only a nice little six-pack set of abs which infuriated everyone since he hardly ever worked-out.

But Vince has a BUTT.

An incredible one that launched numerous Instagram fan accounts, Tumblr photo sets, and occasionally trended on Twitter. Vince was most famous for his extravagant good looks and bulging, super-sized, insanely-round bubble buns--always looking like they could suddenly burst out of the back of his pants at any moment.  No one really mentioned his voice or his stage moves.  No one cared.  All that everyone talked about was how hot Vince is physically.

Whenever sort-of-famous Vince was written about in the magazines, in the newspapers, online, or on social media, it was in the context of his physical attributes:  his beautiful face, his sexy body, and--of course--his over-proportioned, juicy, round ass.

Vince was built just like his much-more-famous father:  a heart-throb French-Italian actor (also renowned for having a sensational booty) who was in countless European movies 3 decades ago before he retired, bedded a bunch of actresses and showgirls, spent his days cruising around the Mediterranean on his friends' yachts, and then finally settled down with an American swimsuit model (Vince's mother who raised him in California).  The international dad was what initially drew the record company to include Vince in their boy band project a while back, hoping that they could create their own worldwide superstar.  It didn't quite work that way.  What they ended up with, instead, was a bratty, spoiled, young man who was fantastic to look at.....although his talent was average at best and his work ethic much worse.

After doing some back-and-forth negotiating, Mr. Greg--the CEO of Fantasy Point Amusement Park--realized that hiring Vince to do stage shows inside the park wouldn't be horribly expensive.  The boss had watched some of Vince's music videos and performances on YouTube so he understood the appeal.

"We're aiming for Fantasy Point to be a more multifacted entertainment entity so hiring this guy to perform here seems like a step in the right direction," declared Mr. Gregg during an early morning meeting.

"I couldn't agree more, boss!"  Carlo grinned across the table as if he had just won a million dollars.  The other bigwigs at Fantasy Point just side-eyed him and chuckled to each other.

"Back in the olden day, we had to watch out for bosses hiring gals with big bossoms.....now that the gays are in charge, they want to hire big-bottomed young men!" whispered one 70-something account supervisor to another.

Vince was a bargain to hire, actually.  Vince's record company--having no interest in attempting to cultivate a solo album for the difficult, ungrateful brat--was simply waiting for the contract to expire while they brushed him off on a lower-level talent manager named Evan.  They were happy to get rid of him, to make some money off of Vince until that old contract died.  According to their numbers, Vince did have a small amount of fans left from back 4 years ago (the prime of the boy band before their album sales plummeted) but they weren't enough for the record company to care about.

So off to Fantasy Point in North Carolina went Vince and his manager Evan.  Good riddance.  It was going to be a far cry from Beverly Hills and MTV awards shows.  But the money was decent (Mr. Gregg made sure of that).  They would be staying at a suite at the Fantasy Point Hotel and Resort for at least 8 months unless they decided to extend his performance schedule.  It would be 2 shows a day, Wednesdays through Sundays, until the end of the year as contracted.  Vince wasn't looking forward to it at all but he was at the point where he needed the money.

Soon Fantasy Point would have 2(!!) incredibly hot, fantastically bubble-assed young guys to draw in the crowds:  blonde Max as their superhero character company mascot and now a somewhat famous ex-boy bander too.  Of all the feats that Carlo that managed to coordinate this year, it was this hiring coup that he was the most proud of.  He did, after all, love looking at sexy guys at work.

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After a long flight from Los Angeles to Charlotte, North Carolina, Vince was getting irritable and impatient.

As much of a terrible jerk Vince could be, his manager found himself to be constantly entranced by his 23-year-old client.  Vince was so awfully, dangerously, insufferably good-looking.  With a strand of chestnut hair hanging in front of his right eye, Vince glared at Evan, demanding an answer.

"How long is this drive to the carnival going to be?" said the pop star, resplendent in shiny, gunmetal-gray pants (perfectly fitted to accommodate that bulbous rear end) and a white button-up oxford shirt.

"About 35 minutes?" answered 46-year-old Evan, always neurotic, overwhelmed, and blushing.  Today Evan was wearing a garish, tropical print shirt over his chubby torso which annoyed and embarrassed Vince to be seen with.  "I think that I see our luggage now," spoke the dorky manager.

Two of Vince's designer suitcases appeared on the baggage conveyor belt followed by Evan's decidedly cheaper tote.  The arriving luggage area of the airport was somewhat busy today but nobody had asked Vince for an autograph or selfie yet.  This also annoyed Vince.

Evan scooped up the luggage and the two men hailed a taxi, giving the driver (a gruff, balding former farmer) the address to Fantasy Point Amusement Park.

"I don't need the address.  I'm drivin' people over there all the time," the old-timer mentioned.

"Make it quick, man," said Vince, rudely.

"You got it, pretty boy," spoke the driver under his breath.

As soon as the two men had walked towards the taxi, the driver noticed four things:

1.) that the chunky guy trailing behind the young man was carrying all the luggage like some kind of overworked, love-sick puppy dog

2.) the young man was almost too beautiful-looking for his own good

3.) the young man had an over-the-top, big keister and his tight designer pants were creeping up between his breathtaking, ultra-round ass cheeks

4.) the fact that the young man looked like he would be a cocky brat

The driver, a decent judge of character after all of these years as well as being someone who notices all details, found himself to be correct on all 4 things.

After a 45-minute drive from the airport to the Fantasy Point Amusement Park offices parking lot, Vince had let out plenty of passive-aggressive comments and overconfident statements towards his manager and the driver.  The old driver was relieved when they reached the destination at the offices gates and the two men exited the car.

"Sir, could you wait here for about half an hour?" pleaded Evan.

"Okay but it'll cost ya," replied the driver.  "What for?"

"We're going to have a brief meeting with the CEO here and then we'll need you to drive us to the Fantasy Point Hotel and Resort afterwards.  Okay?  I'll pay you for the wait time of course." Evan wasn't used to the North Carolina humidity; a few beads of sweat rolled down his reddening forehead.

"That's fine.  No more than a half-hour, got it?" asked the driver.

"No problem.  Thank you."  Evan extended his hand towards the gates, encouraging Vince to walk forward.  The old driver noticed that Evan's eyes seemed glued to that young man's big bottom; the glutes bouncing like a couple of rubber volleyballs had been stuffed down the back of those snug, silvery britches.  He couldn't blame the guy.  That ass, the driver figured, could turn any man gay.

After signing in at the guards' gate, Vince and Evan met up with Carlo who was waiting for them at the front of the office lobby.

"You must be Vince!  It's great to meet you!  I like your work a lot," said Carlo, enthusiastically shaking Vince's hand.  He was struck by the fact that, in real life, Vince was even sexier and more luscious than he appeared on-camera if that was even possible.

"Evan, the manager!  Keeping this guy in line, huh?  Great, great!"  Though switching his handshake to Evan, Carlo couldn't turn his eyes away from Vince, making Evan feel utterly ignored (as usual).

Carlo led the other two men to a large workroom that was dedicated to constructing and tailoring the many costumes and employee uniforms for Fantasy Point Amusement Park.  Waiting for them there was CEO Mr. Gregg.

"Our new acquisition," said the boss, stepping forward to greet the pop star, shaking his hand.  "It's a pleasure.  I'm Mr. Gregg.  I believe that we've talked on the phone."

"Uh, actually, I'm the one that you talked with."  Evan stepped forward and extended his hand to Mr. Gregg.  "Thanks for giving Vince here the opportunity.  We're really going to be drawing in the crowds and adding to park attendance.  We can guarantee you that!"

Vince rolled his eyes at his desperate-seeming manager.  "So why are we here right now?" Vince asked, sounding completely bored.  Mr. Gregg was quietly shocked by Vince's clearly ungrateful demeanor.

"Well, Vince, before your performances start next week, we have to whip up some new outfits for you," Mr. Gregg answered.

"I brought a bunch of clothes with me.  I don't need anything from you guys," replied Vince dismissively.

"Hmm..." Mr. Gregg--and the other employees who had gathered around to meet this semi-famous addition to their team--didn't quite know how to respond to this.  It now was obvious to them that bratty, juicy-assed Vince was going to be a difficult divo.  "Vince....we have certain standards here at Fantasy Point and we want to make sure that quality is consistent all throughout the park, from the people selling ice cream all the way up to our top performers.....like you're going to be."

Vince suddenly noticed that Carlo's eyes had turned away from the boss and were gazing longingly at something across the workspace.  At the opposite corner of the room was a super-gorgeous young blond guy, decked out in a head-to-toe glistening white spandex superhero outfit, getting his arms measured by a duo of female costumers.

"Max is that young gentleman right over there," pointed Mr. Gregg, redirecting everyone's attention, "and he's getting another costume made for the hero character he plays in the park.  We employee top-notch seamstresses and designers to make our visions come to life.  Hey, Max!  Stay where you are but say hello to Vince.  He's going to be doing stage shows out in the park pretty soon."

"Hey!  Nice to meet you," yelled Max from across the room as the costumers ran a measuring tape across his chisled chest.  Max was blown away by the beauty of this new, chestnut-haired co-worker.  This Vince dude seemed vaguely familiar.....  Max wondered if Vince was some kind of actor or model that he had seen before somewhere.  Someone like that but he wasn't quite sure.

The seamstresses turned Max in profile to the others so that they could measure his waist.  Vince couldn't help but notice (especially due to that lycra outfit) how Max had an incredibly full, bodacious bubble ass......

It was an ass that you hardly ever see.  An A++++ perfectly-round male mega-booty of the kind that launch a million jack-off fantasies.  Not only was it a rare bottom, it was ultra-rare.  Rare and unnervingly similar to Vince's own astronomically globular derriere.....

"What do they do?," Vince whispered to Evan, "They only hire guys with bubble butts like mine?  This place is so gay....."

"No, that's not necessarily true," answered Evan, taken aback.  "I'm sure that they only hire very talented people much like yourself."  A little bead of sweat was dripping down Evan's forehead.  It would take him a while to get used to the humid, sticky weather over here in North Carolina.

"Vince, we're going to need for you to strip down so that we can take your measurements," ordered Carlo, matter-of-factly.

"What?!  Right now?  Here!?"  Vince was clearly pissed at being given this direction in front of a bunch of strangers.

"Yes, of course!  Don't be shy; it's just part of being a performer here at Fantasy Point.  No big deal...."  Carlo moved forward and began unbuttoning Vince's shirt while a separate duo of female costumers unbuttoned and unzipped Vince's pants.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me....." growled Vince as Carlo removed Vince's shirt, hanging it carefully on a nearby rack.  Carlo was delighted over Vince's naturally ripped, bare torso.  The ladies pulled down Vince's pants, revealing his fantastically deluxxxe, smooth, creamy-white, super-sized thunder buns framed by a sexy, red jockstrap that lovingly cradled his goodies to perfection.

The room went completely silent except the sound of one of the seamstresses literally dropping a pin in wonderment over Vince's perfect jock body, jockstrap, and out-of-this-world butt melons as he stepped out of his pants.

"Huh.....," Carlo said, drooling.  "....maybe it is a big deal.....a very, very big, big deal....."  He was utterly hypnotized by Vince's massive booty.

"I want to stick my finger in it," very-quietly mumbled one of the costumers to another.  "Will you give me $100 bucks if I do?"

"Yes!" giggled the other girl.  "I mean No!  I would but I don't have $100 bucks to give you right now!  You're such a sick-o!  hahaha!"

The costumers got to work, snapping into professionalism, quietly spreading the measuring tape across Vince's naked, hairless, galactically-thick ass cakes.

"Not only are we going to be making you some customized clothes for you to sing and perform in, we just came up with an interesting idea last night if you'd be willing to have us run it by you and your manager....," said Carlo, smirking.  "Actually, it's something that I thought about doing a few months ago because I think that it could be an interesting addition to our brand at Fantasy Point."

That sounded like more money to Evan and Vince.

"Oh.....um....what's the idea?" inquired Evan, his interest piqued since it wasn't as though managing Vince, on its own, was making him rich since it very much wasn't.  Evan never talked about how in debt he was after buying a new house in Los Angeles that he realized he couldn't really afford.

"Yeah, what's your idea?" Vinced chimed in, always greedy no matter the circumstances.

"Mr. Greg and I have noticed that many of the people who come to Fantasy Point wear athletic gear like t-shirts, shorts, shoes, you know," answered Carlo.

"Well, that's not surprising since it's so fucking hot here," said Vince rudely.

"So we were thinking about launching our own Fantasy Point athletic wear line.....and we were wondering if you'd be interested in being our spokesmodel for our menswear since you already have an audience and people recognize you from your music career and whatnot."

Vince thought about it for a split second.  His answer very much pleased Carlo.

"Cool, as long as the money is good."

"Yes!" said Evan, relieved at the idea of increased pay.  Maybe managing Vince actually would pay off, he figured.  "We'll be happy to negotiate with you, Mr. Gregg."

"Wonderful," said the CEO.  "We can discuss it tomorrow at lunch."

"As long as the stuff looks good on me, it sounds like a decent side-gig," said Vince, already sounding bored.

"I'm sure you'll look great," said Mr. Gregg and Carlo at the same time in unison as they oogled Vince putting his clothes back on.  The seamstresses had finished documenting Vince's measurements.  Mr. Gregg and Carlo glanced at each other and chuckled.

Evan walked a little bit closer to Carlo and whispered in his ear:  "Just make sure to use a stretchy fabric on the pants since Vince has a smaller waist but he's got those full buns, okay?"

"We know," Carlo answered quietly.  "A lot of the pieces are spandex so we've got that figured out."

"Okay, good," said Evan, relieved.

"I'm sure that'll make you happy, Evan, since all you do is look at my ass," said Vince nonchalantly.  "I can hear you by the way."

And, with that, the day's meeting was over.  Everyone shook hands and headed towards the doors.  Carlo, a bit embarassed, slid over to Vince.

"Hey, man, I didn't mean to objectify you like that, I don't want you to think that that's the only reason that we're hiring you," the designer said.

"Don't worry about it.  I'm used to it.  Good to meet you, Carlo," said Vince, fist bumping him.  Vince figured that he could respect Carlo.  At least the guy was honest.

.........

Back at the hotel, Vince and Evan brought up their luggage and got settled into their suite.  It was nice and clean but nothing extravagant.

"This place isn't anything great," said Vince to Evan as he began opening up one of his suitcases.

"Well, at least we have jobs here!  We should be grateful!" snapped neurotic Evan.

"Oh get over yourself, dork," said Vince.

"And what was with that comment about me staring at your ass all the time?!  Those people are going to think that I'm some kind of pervert!"  Evan was getting red in the face.

"Don't have a heart attack, homo.  Look, I know that you're always staring at my ass.  I'm not dumb and I don't blame you.  I have one of the best asses in the world and you can't even admit it.  Maybe one day you'll come out of the closet and cope."

That hit a raw never with his manager.  Evan had grown up in a religious household and even though he realized, at his age, that he was attracted to men, he never talked about it or lived the lifestyle.  Evan was very repressed and having to manage and be around an extremely sexy young man like Vince all the time felt like torture.

"That's it!  Lie down on the bed!  On your stomach!," hissed Evan, taking off his belt.  "You're going to learn to respect me."

"What are you going to do, whip my butt?"

"You bet I am!  Since you think that I'm obsessed with that bubble ass of yours, I may as well prove you right.  Let's have the punishment fit the crime.  C'mon!  Down on the bed."

Vince, layed down, face-first on the hotel bedspread.  His perfect, globe-like ass cheeks were practically bursting out of his fitted designer pants as the middle seam crept up between those fantastically round buns.  He jutted his huge rear up towards the ceiling in order to mock his manager.

"Is that a big enough target for you, Evan?" teased Vince. 

What followed was one of the most fraught, ridiclous ass-whippings in the history of America.

whisk!  whisk!  whisk!  whisk!

Evan, a few whacks in, realized that he was wearing a cheap, thin belt--an imitation leather--that barely made any impact across Vince's overly-voluptuous rear.  The sound made a weak sort of whizzing noise right before each landing on Vince's bottom.  Vince could barely even feel the lashes, no matter how hard Evan tried.  He could barely feel anything aside from what felt like almost like a ribbon hitting his incredible derriere.

Vince began to laugh, his face pressed down on the blanket.  "You suck at this," he chuckled.  "Give it a rest.  Today isn't your day, man."

Evan, face redder than ever, stopped with the lashings and just stood there, dumbfounded.  "I'm a failure at everything."  His anger spell was broken and now he was feeling regret.  "Vince.....I'm sorry I snapped at you.  It was unprofessional of me."

Vince got up off of the bed, pulled down his pants, revealing his bare ass, beautifully enframed by that red hot jockstrap.  He turned his beyond-perfect, pale, round cheeks towards his manager.  "Any pink stripes?"

"No.  None," answered the manager honestly, wishing he could dive his face in the young man's luscious, deep crack.  Vince's bare ass was better than Evan could have ever imagined, surpassing his fantasies of which he had many.

"Didn't think so.  That's what happens when you buy cheap shit.  Better luck next time, loser.  Have a good night."  Vince pulled up his pants, snapped the button, and zipped the front zipper.  He took his luggage, went over to his enjoining bedroom within the suite, and shut the door, leaving Evan dumbfounded.

"I'll.....I'll try to do better next time," Evan muttered to himself.  This was the first time, after managing Vince for months, that he had had the audacity to enforce some old-fashioned punishment on his bratty pop star but he had a feeling that he would be figuring out opportunities for repeat, improved performances.  Evan would make sure of it.

update

It's been a while.  I don't really have time to do another book but! (BUTT!) I'll be continuing with some new short stories to post on this here blog soon.  

A new short story will be coming later this week.

Super indeed

This is artwork by Franco.  He's a spanking images creator and he's a genius.  There's more about him at these links:

https://spankingart.org/wiki/Franco

https://www.fetishartists.com/various-fetish-artists/franco-mm-spanking-art

To me, this is how I imagine Max.  The blond dude getting punished in this artwork looks exactly like what Max should look like, 100%.  I've been inspired by Franco's art for a long time but this specific image takes the cakes (pun intended).

So let's figure out--according to my imagination--what could be happening in this picture.  A short(ish) story.  Let's say that:

Max was hired to appear at some rich guy's birthday party.  The rich guy (let's call him Trevor, the man wearing the tie) is one of those people obsessed with superheroes.  He goes to all the movies and conventions, collects all the posters, buys all the action figures, his work office features character bobble-heads, etc., etc. which is why he wanted to hire Fantasy Point Amusement Park's superstar superhero Captain Fantasy (Max's costume character day job) to show up at his birthday party.  An amusement park mascot isn't as famous or prestigious as a blockbuster superhero--obviously--but Trevor thought that it would be a neat idea regardless.  He had seen an ad on Fantasy Point's website that you could hire some of the park's costumed actors to show up at events and it only cost $300 an hour for one of them to come.  Not a bad deal.

Trevor is a bit of an eccentric.

Eternally single (is he bi?  is he gay? no one knows, including Trevor), typically asexual Trevor has invited a few of his work friends and gamer buddies to his 42nd birthday party at his house, directly after work at the office (Trevor is a lead boss at a data processing center).  He's excited that Captain Fantasy is supposed to show up at 4:30 pm but no one else cares.  They think that it's weird that a grown man has hired a costumed character to entertain at his own birthday party.  They knew that Trevor just adores superheroes but his entire house is covered with comic book paraphernalia.  Trevor is weirder than everyone thought.

4:30 pm comes around.  "Captain Fantasy" hasn't shown up yet. 

5 pm comes around.  Still no Captain Fantasy.  Trevor is becoming increasingly upset and his guests (only 3 guys from his comic book club showed up and 2 of his co-workers so not a great afternoon party turn out.....), his guests are becoming increasingly creeped-out by his anger.  One by one, his guests make excuses to leave and Trevor is left alone in his living room with an untouched birthday cake.

At 5:40 pm, Max (21 years old, gorgeous, blond, cocky, with his beyond-perfect body in his skintight white spandex Captain Fantasy costume) drives into Trevor's driveway.  Red-faced Trevor opens the door and lets him in.

Max apologizes about being late.  Traffic was terrible.  He should have called but his cell phone was almost out of battery.

Trevor is furious!  He's thinking of calling Fantasy Point corporate offices to file a complaint!  He doesn't feel that he should be paying a dime since Max was so late.  Max apologizes again but it's clear that Trevor is a complete weirdo and that Max may get in trouble at his job if this geeky eccentric actually calls the offices.

"If I had my way, I'd whip that big ass of yours!  That's really what you deserve!  You were supposed to show up over an hour ago at my party but you ruined it!  Everybody went home!"

Max feels sorry for this strange guy but is worried about the professional ramifications of not being on time.  Max intuitively figures out that this guy is gay(?) or bi(?) so he offers Trevor a deal:  If Max agrees to submit to a spanking, will Trevor promise to not call and complain about him being late?  Can we just pretend this never happened?

Trevor thinks about it for a moment.  He's never spanked anyone before--let alone another man--but he's very angry, Max was very late, and Trevor very much feels that he deserves to get some kind of revenge.

It's a deal.

Trevor has Max bend over the back of the living room couch and uses his hand to beat Max's massive spandex-covered butt for a little while.  Max is humiliated but, hey, at least no one will hear about his work fuck-up so he just takes it.  On a scale of 1-10, Trevor's spanking is causing a Pain Factor of around 5.  Max can handle it.  The punishment turns Trevor on immensely (he had always fantasized about spanking many of his beloved superheroes and now he's doing it for real!) but he refuses to show it, continues to be angry, and goes on and on complaining about how Max ruined his birthday party, how much the cake cost, how long it took to plan, etc.

After a few minutes of punishing costumed Max, the furious customer decides to see what he can get away with in this situation.....

"Strip off your costume and follow me upstairs!"

Might as well take advantage of the opportunity.

Max complies, thinking:  'Whatever, man....  Let's just get this over and done with'.

Trevor is momentarily distracted by Max's naked perfection but he leads Max upstairs to another ridiculously superhero-obsessed room (Trevor's bedroom featuring a uniquely expensive, special-collectors edition Avengers wallpaper) and has Max bend over his lap while Trevor sits on the bed.

Max's bare, incredible, A++++ bubble buns--jutting up towards the ceiling--are a sight to behold.

An epic spanking takes place.  A classic for the ages.

"You're noting but a piece of ass!" exclaims Trevor as Max's super-sized, pinkened glutes bounce against the palm of his hand.

As the spanking continues on, Max realizes that this guy is actually a talented spanker.  Trevor really finds a beat rhythm for himself as the punishment goes forward.  Max, wincing in pain--impressed but defeated--obediently remains over the lap as both sets of his cheeks get rosier and rosier.....

It's entirely possible that Trevor really gets carried away and slides a finger into Max's tight, dewy little butthole just to drive the point home.  Max just takes it like a man.  What choice does he really have?
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Only a short, inspired story for today.  Longer, more typical, Max and friends stories will be coming and will be posted on this blog.

Ripe (Max Story)

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.

Working On It

Moved to FL with my partner not too long ago.  The house is new(ish).  The moving process has been bumpy but it's coming along.  Overall, it's been okay but not a joyride.

Is moving ever fun?  For most people, probably not, so I'm in the majority more than likely with this scenario but we're getting the house in order and getting acclimated to our new surroundings.  Very pretty here and a nice community of folks.

There will be more Max stories coming--don't you worry!--and some of the story/other characters structuring for the forthcoming material was revised which is one reason why things are taking so long with the next one.

Blue Skies and Palm Trees

My partner is retiring at the end of the summer and......we're going to be moving to Florida!  I'm excited for the big change.  I'm sure that there will be plenty of bottoms to look at down there!

Appreciation

I was walking the dog to go get coffee a couple of days ago and I saw that someone wrote (painted?  I'm not sure how it was written on the brick--maybe it's chalk?  hopefully) this on the side of a building near the café.  I'm not a proponent of people defacing property but this graffiti made me chuckle as you can imagine.

Thanks to those of you who've enjoyed the first book, "Maximum Buns"!

If you haven't gotten it yet, get it!  It's now available through Barnes and Noble as well as Smashwords and (soon) other outlets as well.  "Maximum Buns" has a page on Goodreads now too.  As I mentioned in another post, this whole e-publishing thing is new to me and I'll try to make notes and keep up-to-date as much as possible as the books become available via different platforms for every kind of electronic device imaginable.

The second e-book coming up, "Optimum Buns", will be here before you know it and will be even better than the first book.  The new secondary character, Vince, is.....just as boner-inducing as Max is.  They're different from each other but a lot of you guys might end up liking him just as much (possibly more?) than the Max character.  I just have to make sure that Vince doesn't hijack the Buns books entirely.  Max and Vince will be the central, main characters of the books and will be sharing the stage (literally) as the series goes along.  Two different types of guys with very different perspectives and personalities.  I have an outline as to where the storylines will be heading and I'm really liking the directions that Mr. Gregg, Kara, Carlo, Jeff, and (the thoroughly pitiful as you will see) Evan are going towards.  Mr. Gregg is surprisingly vulnerable and Kara will explain herself more as the series moves forward (I respect her character a lot).

I will be updating the Main Characters page a little bit here and there from time to time, especially as more of the Buns series books are released.

A sneak peek at the cover for the second book, "Optimum Buns" is here and I really love it!

A very special "thank you" to S.O. for doing the illustrations for this series.  He was also generous enough to do a profile illustration of me (we're old friends) for my Smashwords page and it gets to the point I think!

I hope to keep him onboard until the last book so that the cover styles stay consistent.  I think that the tone of his work meshes perfectly with the Max stories!  If I bribe him with a Thai food dinner once or twice a month, I have a feeling that he won't vanish on me.  Again, thank you, S.O. for contributing your talent to the book covers.

I was hoping to have "Optimum Buns" available by the end of July but, let's face it, August is a lot more realistic.