Fantasy Point Amusement Park boss (Mr. Gregg) was getting annoyed by Jeff, the park employee who had been hired 2 weeks ago to play The Scout, the sidekick of the park's official mascot/superhero Captain Fantasy.
Jeff was a fun-loving gay boy who, at 20-years-old (just a few months younger than our hero, Max) enjoyed partying with his friends, going out, and getting drunk.
Recently, he had failed to show up at work a few times and had been late another couple of times. That was grounds for getting fired if Mr. Gregg decided to do so. But Jeff had a way of charming Mr. Gregg, and everyone else, and managed to always get out of trouble. He always agreed with Mr. Gregg even when the boss chastised him. Mr. Gregg privately thought that skinny, cute, dark-haired Jeff was adorable but he never resorted to spanking him like he did Max. Any excuse to punish and spank Max, Mr. Gregg took it. Max's mountainous butt cheeks were irresistable.
Mr. Gregg felt that Jeff was becoming a cocky slacker; he had been a much more responsible employee when he was working at the Steel Mountain roller coaster shoppe. Now that he was getting to have a specialized place within the park, playing a super sidekick, perhaps Jeff was starting to take his work for granted.
It was part of Jeff's job to bond with his co-worker Max, the big-butted jock boy hired to be the theme park's Captain Fantasy. Jeff and Max had very little in common. They grew up in the same town but enjoyed different kinds of culture. They never had really interacted in school besides Jeff oogling Max's massive ass cakes (how badly he wanted them!). Jeff was obsessed with Max's butt, not Max himself. Jeff's favorite time to come to work was when he was horny and could look at and concentrate on Max's behind in the spandex costume.
Jeff thought that Max was nice enough but, at the same time, he was kind of a dumb jock. Not super-bright, not all that interesting. Max was a hot and sexy guy--married to a girl, no less--but Jeff had a hard time relating to him. In a lot of ways, Max was shy when he wasn't around his friends and it was difficult for Jeff to have real conversations with Max even though they were supposed to play best buddies according to the Captain Fantasy and The Scout backstory.
But the only thing that The Scout really wanted to explore was Captain Fantasy's butt tunnel.
Word got around to Mr. Gregg, that Jeff and Max were lacking in chemistry. Super pals are supposed to be dynamic together, not shy around each other.
One late afternoon, Mr. Gregg called both young men into his office.
Both boys were costumed in their superhero uniforms and stood in front of Mr. Gregg, who was seated at his desk. As ever, Max's rear bulged out obscenely behind him.
"Typically, Max, you're the one who brings me the most frustrations," said the boss, "but today it's you, Jeff, who is proving to be a disappointment. When I hired you to play The Scout, I expected for you boys to bond more as hero and sidekick but, from what I've heard, you're good with the guests but not so great with Max."
"Hey, we're still just getting to know one another," replied Jeff "Max likes sports a lot, I don't. We don't listen to the same kind of music.....we're pretty different from each other. But I like Max. It's nothing personal. It's just that he and I are different kinds of guys and we run out of things to talk about."
"I like you too, buddy, but yeah.....you're a club boy, I like the gym. You're gay, I'm married to Kara, so, you know--," Max butted in.
"I understand the disconnect, guys, but it's part of your job to be best pals. You need to get to appreciate one another a lot more," said Mr. Gregg. "Jeff, tell me what you like about Max. Let's try something."
"Well....um....," Jeff vented, responding on the spot. "Max is a decent guy....."
"Right," said Mr. Gregg.
".....and he's very, very good-looking....," continued Jeff.
"Yes, you're homosexual so of course you'd notice that sort of thing," said the outwardly conservative boss.
"....And....his ass is unlike anything that I've ever seen in my life," Jeff said.
Max blushed but let out a chuckle. His ass. It always comes back to that.
"Max does have a uniquely large bubble butt--just like a couple of beach balls--yes, he does," said Mr. Gregg. "That's something that he has some issues about, isn't that right Max?"
Max stopped smiling. "Uh, yes. Yes, sir."
"Now, Max," went Mr. Gregg "what is it that you appreciate about Jeff?"
It took Max a while.
"Okay.....uh.....he's a nice guy. He's nice to everybody."
Silence.
"Alright, Max, thank you for your input," said the boss, desiring to move on and not take all day. "Jeff one of the things that's interesting about you is that, sometimes, you can be a little ass kisser. Let's get right to the point."
"I don't mean to be, sir," said Jeff. "I just try to make efforts--"
"Sure, Jeff," cut in Mr. Gregg "but you don't make enough efforts with Max. I hired you under the impression that you, as the more outgoing one of the two, would be able to create a believeable friendship with Max so that park guests would feel as though the two of you really are a super pair. Do you understand?"
"Yeah, I do, but--"
"But there needs to be deeper involvement," the boss continued. "You can be such a skilled little butt licker, in a manner of speaking, when you're in trouble but you don't kiss up enough to Max. Jeff, you don't make enough efforts with Max. I want you to put your kiss-up talents to use, boy. Max, get over here and get over my knee!"
"You're not going to spank me, right sir? I haven't done anything wrong!" said Max.
"Max, just follow my orders and do your job! Get over my knee!" shouted the boss.
Max complied and, once again, found himself over his boss's lap, nose to the floor carpet, big butt cakes aiming upward. His white spandex tights dug up into his deep, deep crack making the spandex seem like a second skin. Max wasn't allowed to wear underwear beneath his tights because Mr. Gregg wanted the outfit to look almost like bodypaint. It was a hot, sweaty day at Fantasy Point, so the thin fabric was super-moist and thoroughly clinging to the inside walls of Max's ass crack and to his tight, juicy, little pucker.
Mr. Gregg loved the sight before him. "It seems that these tights are giving you quite the wedgie today, Max!"
"They always do, sir," said Max. "You had them designed so that they always do that."
Which was true.
"I did nothing of the sort," relented his boss. "It's just that your round, elephantine cheeks are so big that the material gets stuck up there and can't get out. Even though you're supposed to look like a superhero, Max, you're looking more like a ballet dancer with a huge bubble butt and a deep wedgie!"
At least Mr. Gregg was honest about the fabric getting stuck up Max's ass.
Mr. Gregg gave each of Max's buns a hearty smack, making them jiggle and quiver like hot, overstuffed water balloons, but it was time for another initiative.
"Jeff, get down on your knees and kiss Max's behind," ordered the boss directly and clearly. "Since you appreciate this big bottom of his, show me that you're willing to make more efforts to bond with your co-worker."
This was like music to Jeff's ears. But he had to pretend to retaliate, he had to make it seem like he wasn't this eager and perverted. Jeff wanted to enjoy Max's ass but he wanted to make it seem as though he was strictly following orders--simply complying with Mr. Gregg's sick inclination towards sadism. Jeff looked over at them: Max was over the boss's lap like a boy awaiting his spanking-- his extra-extra large, perfectly round globe cheeks practically ripping through their spandex prison, popping up like cartoons. Amazing! Jeff wished that he was the back seam of those tights, digging so deeply into Max's ass.
"Sir, I don't know if I can do that! This seems wrong--I barely know Max!"
"Get over here NOW, Jeff, or you're fired!" commanded Mr. Gregg. "This will teach you to follow orders!"
Jeff swept his cape aside and got down to the floor on his knees. He spread Max's muscular legs apart and positioned his body between those legs. Max's legs looked sexy encased in that shiny, white lycra. The blue leather boots he was wearing, along with the tights, made Max look like a captive prince about to be punished, fucked, or eaten out.
Now came the moment he had been waiting for. Jeff was positioned now, on his knees, so that Max's insanely voluptuous bubble butt was only 2 inches from his face. Jeff enjoyed the moment when he slowly, gently put one hand on each of Max's mega buns.
"Max, make sure that your glutes stay relaxed," said Mr. Gregg to Max. Max obeyed and just let Jeff explore his ass.
They felt huge. They felt meaty and manly, they had weight and thick density. Those buns did seem like dense, soft but hard, basketballs. The size of them was astounding and breathtaking. The way that the lycra felt, covering and diving between those cheeks, was smooth and decadent. For a couple of minutes, Jeff enjoyed squeezing, fondling, and caressing them, watching in amazement at how full and doughy they looked as his hands stretched out the best that they could to cover those cheeks but, yet, the cheeks were too enormous.
The ass crack. The dark, seemingly-infiinite crevice between Max's massive butt globes was practically intimidating because of it's depth. Because the cheeks were so big, it took a surprising amount of effort for Jeff to get in there deep enough to see where the seam of Max's spandex tights sucked in towards his butt hole. Jeff kept spreading those buns and looking in deeper, leaning his face closer and closer to Max's ass. Jeff kept pushing the huge cheeks apart, as though he was digging in the dark for a buried treasure at its center, and then finally! Through the moist, sweaty, white spandex he could definitely see Max's tight, inviting pucker. Jeff gently pressed his pointer finger against the pucker, feeling the texture of it, feeling the wetness and heat.
"The smell must be incredible," thought Jeff. He removed his finger from between Max's buns and brought the finger up against his nose, savoring the musky, cheesy scent that clung to it. Delicious. For a moment, Jeff enjoyed holding the tip of it up to his nostril, indulging in that forbidden, addicting aroma that was starting to fade from the tip of his finger. He must go in for more of that smell, for more of that puckering, juicy, stinky-sweet asshole.
"Jeff, it's perfectly natural to be curious about Max's personal scent. You're getting to know him better. Pretend that you're a puppy, dig that cute little nose of yours in there, and sniff his butt," directed Mr. Gregg who was in hog heaven while watching this kinky scene.
Being bent over his lap, Max could feel that Mr. Gregg was getting an erection, as a hard mound began to press into Max's stomach. "Mr. Gregg is a nasty creep," thought Max to himself.
Jeff continued using his hands to spread Max's cheeks, sniffing around the outside yet not touching his nose to Max's big ass. He could smell it a little bit but not as much as he wanted to. Maybe Jeff was feeling reluctant to basically rape his co-worker using his face.
"No, Jeff, you need to do better than that," said Mr. Gregg as he pushed the head forward, pressing Jeff's face deep into Max's ass crack. The boss insisted, so Jeff complied.
Jeff felt as though he was deep-sea diving as his face was enveloped between the massive buns. The spandex that Max was wearing felt smooth and humid against Jeff's face. It was as though his head was being swallowed by the warm, ripe, bubblicious butt. Jeff felt Max's strong glutes clamming up against the sides of his face, trying to lock him out. Mr. Gregg noticed, lightly spanking Max.
"Max! I told you to give those oversized glutes of yours a rest while your friend Jeff gets to know you better. Relax those cheeks, relax that hole!," said the boss. "Keep smelling that ass, boy!" demanded Mr. Gregg as he once again pushed the back of Jeff's head, pressing his face deeper between Max's massive cheeks.
That smell! Jeff gripped Max's thighs as he drove his nose deeper into Max's moist, tight pucker. The only thing stopping Jeff's pointy little nose from literally penetrating Max's sphincter was the thin layer of spandex tights that Max wore, digging into his rump, creating a thin barracade that stopped Jeff's nose from entering his asshole.
"Max, I want you to spread your legs a little further. Let Jeff really get in there," ordered bossy Mr. Gregg.
Max spread his legs a bit wider, allowing deeper access for Jeff to explore between those thick, bulbous man-buns. He pushed his butt back further towards Jeff's nose. Max could feel Jeff's nostrils opening and closing against his puckering butt hole. Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff! There was nothing that Max could do about this situation so he simply closed his eyes, relaxed his anus, and allowed the ass-smelling to continue.
Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff went Jeff, diving his nose into deep Max's rear like he was smothering his face between two enormous, hot, wet, rank meat pillows.
Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff went the tip of that nose trying to break through the spandex-covered hole, trying to literally enter it.
"How's that smell?" asked Mr. Gregg.
"Rich!" answered Jeff, coming up for air. His face was all rosy from rubbing up inside and between Max's cheeks. "Like cheese and chocolate and.....ripe butt!"
Max felt embarrassed and utterly exposed but made sure that he kept his butt open. It couldn't get any more invasive than this! Or so he thought.
Even though his stomach was pressed against his boss's knees, Max could feel Mr. Gregg's hand skillfully reach underneath his stomach and undo the drawstring that tied his spandex at the waist.
"Now Jeff, I want you to slowly lower Max's tights down from off of that big can of his so we can see what that huge ass looks like bare naked," said the boss.
Jeff pulled down Max's ultra tight spandex pants from off of his butt, slowly exposing Max's glistening, young, bare, flesh mounds. The back seam emerged from out between the cheeks as the tights were rolled downwards to Max's knees.
"I think that that back seam on those pants could use a little break. It works overtime back there, don't you think, Jeff?" joked the boss.
How could it be possible that Max's bare bubble butt looked even more delicious nude than it did encased in tights? But it was. There was no material to hold the flesh back. Without pants, Max's bent-over, A+ round buns looked even bigger, meatier, thicker, juicier. For a moment, all Jeff and Mr. Gregg could do was enjoy the sight of it.
Max's ass was naturally hairless. Whatever hairs grew between his cheeks, Max made sure to shave out. He had always done so since puberty.
"Now that his butt is totally bare, I want you to find out how the smell is now," Mr. Gregg said to Jeff.
"You got it, boss," smiled Jeff as he dove his face into Max's rear, his nose digging deep between the colossal cheeks, going towards the prize. Jeff couldn't resist pressing his nose so hard against Max's sphincter that the tip of it was beginning to penetrate. The sweat and the funk deep inside the butt allowed the boy's pointy nose to ever so slightly slide a little bit deeper into the tight pucker. Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff smelled Jeff furiously, loving the idea that he was fucking Max with his nose.
"How's the musk now?" asked Mr. Gregg.
"Even more stinky now, sir, of course," answered Jeff happily. "Max smells incredibly good!"
"Very good, young man, " said the boss, "Now that you're familiar with Max's aroma, and you certainly are a good, little brown-noser, I want you to push Max's limits more. Get more intimate with him by kissing and licking every inch of that jumbo butt of his."
Jeff was delighted to oblige. As he massaged Max's oversized, sweaty derriere with his hands, he began to softly kiss and lick Max's cheeks, tasting the salty moisture clinging to the rump flesh. Licking up, down, and all around the boys's ass took quite some time as Jeff indulged himself, covering the entirety of Max's gigantic globes with his tongue. But it was time to go deeper, time to taste the most private section of Max's most private area.
"Max, has your wife ever given that huge ass of yours a good rimming?" asked Mr. Gregg.
"No, sir, we don't do that," answered Max honestly.
"First time for everything, Max," said his boss. "Jeff, I need for you to lick that butt". Mr. Gregg gently patted one of Max's jiggling loaves.
"If that's what needs to be done, then that's what I'll do," replied Jeff.
Jeff dove his face deep between Max's wet, juicy, massive man-cakes, his tongue like a sword stabbing deep down through the ripe flesh. Jeff really had his work cut out for him, as he spread Max apart, hungrily licking and sucking the interior walls of the buns until the tongue finally reached Max's sphincter. With his face enveloped between Max's gigantic cheeks, Jeff battered against the hole with his tongue, letting the natural juices of the ass stimulate his taste buds. A fantastic taste. He continued licking Max's hole, having no other choice than to hold his breath as his face sank deeper between the moist, thick, oversized buns.
"How's that taste?" asked Mr. Gregg.
Coming up for air, Jeff replied: "Sweet, salty, kind of metallic. Taste is great, the smell is great. I wish that I could eat Max's ass every day after a long day at work!"
Jeff playfully spanked Max's left cheek and then squish!, Jeff dove his face into Max's deep butt for more.
Lick! Lick! Lick! Lick! Slurp!
The rimming continued for a while more as Mr. Gregg held Max over his lap and watched Jeff feast between those bubble cheeks. Jeff could feel Max opening and closing his pucker against his tongue. Maybe Max was kind of enjoying it? Jeff pressed his tongue against that sphincter with a strong, concentrated force. Jeff tried to penetrate Max's asshole with his tongue but the hole was too tight. So he simply continued to lick on top of that pucker, enjoying the masculine taste.
"Tight, little butt hole, I bet!" said Mr. Gregg, looking down.
Jeff kept his face buried in Max's huge butt for a while longer before he finally answered.
"Yes, it is. Very tight," said Jeff.
"I want to see for myself, " said the boss.
Mr. Gregg licked his pointer finger and brought his hand over to Max's ass. His hand dove deep between Max's bulbous bubble buns and he finally, slowly entered his finger in. First the tip of the finger, then sinking deeper and deeper, slowly and gently popping Max's cherry.
Max winced. He'd never had a finger in his butt hole yet. It felt strange and fiery but somehow.....good. He pushed his butt towards the finger, allowing the digit to sink into him deeper. Mr. Gregg's hand was completely submerged between Max's puffy, meaty buns but only one finger entered the pucker. Such big buns with such a tight, little, virginal hole. Mr. Gregg privately thought to himself that it would be best for Max tp have his big butt explored more often, to open up his ass a bit more. He figured that Max's ass was a gift from God and what's the point of a gift that is never opened?
Mr. Gregg gently slid his finger in and out, in and out, of Max's juicy sphincter while the boy laid over his lap. Max groaned with embarrassment (and pleasure). Jeff enjoyed the close-up view, indulging in the sight of the epic boy butt receiving his first finger-fucking.
"I think that the tongue licking helped to open him up. Good job, Jeff," said Mr. Gregg to his employee.
Mr. Gregg continued fucking Max with his finger, getting down to the knuckle, with his hand covered between two bulbous buns.
After a while, Mr. Gregg realized that today's lesson was over. There would be more to come.
He slowly slid the finger from out of Max's rectum, patted the boy's butt, and ordered him to stand up. Max got off from Mr. Gregg's lap while Jeff also rose from his kneeling position and stood in the center of the office, watching Max pull up the spandex tights over his bottom. The tights struggled (like always) to finally cover the jock's back end but Max finally managed to get them to his waist and tie the drawstring in front. The back seam of Max's white spandex tights sunk in deep, getting naturally swallowed by the boy's huge ass, disappearing into the fetid darkness between Max's globes. It was as if his puckering butt hole sucked the fabric in like a straw to liquid.
All three men stood looking at each other. All of them had very hard, very stiff erections. All of them had wet spots on their crotches. Pre-cum. Excitement without release. It was purely incidental, of course.
"Okay, boys, hopefully you got to know each other a little bit better today. Jeff, I hope that you have a deeper.....appreciation for Max now and, Max, I hope that you'll open up more to Jeff. It's going to be a long summer and I need for you two to be a strong, cohesive unit out there in the park."
"Sounds great, sir!" said Jeff with genuine joy.
"I'll try, sir," said Max with some reluctance and embarrassment over what just happened to him.
"Then we're going to have to keep working towards perfecting our dynamics," said the boss.
The boys were dismissed. Jeff and Max exited the building, wearing their superhero uniforms.
"Don't you dare say anything about this to anyone! Understand!?" said Max to Jeff.
Jeff could tell that Max had mixed feelings about having his big, straight, jock butt being explored by a gay boy and a powerful closet-case.
"It's not anything for you to get worked up over, Max" said Jeff trying to calm him. Max quickly walked up ahead. Jeff kept back, watching Max's ginormous bubble globes jiggle and bounce as he walked away. Jeff sighed as he thought about the exciting taste and smell of Max's ass and how lucky he was to have experienced it. But now Jeff had a craving for more......
On his way home from work, Mr. Gregg sat in the back of his limousine, looking out the window as the driver sped forward. The boss sniffed his unwashed pointer finger for a while and then finally popped the finger into his mouth, savoring the unique taste. It was delicious.
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
Max's New Sidekick (Max story)
Park CEO Mr. Gregg decided that since Max's Captain Fantasy character was becoming a huge (like Max's butt cheeks) hit at Fantasy Point Amusement Park, it would only be appropriate to give him a super sidekick.
Jeff (or "Jeffie" as his friends called him) was a very cute 20-year-old guy who worked the gift shoppe at the Steel Mountain roller coaster ride towards the south end of the park.
Jeff was a skinny boy with black hair, pale skin, and big, brown eyes. He had a nice, thin body on him but was not a stacked stud like Max. Jeff had pert, little butt cheeks that Mr. Gregg thought would look adorable in a superhero costume but, by no means, did he have the humongous, basketball-like buns that Max possessed.
Together, in their costumes, Mr. Gregg figured that Max and Jeff would provide a nice and sexy visual contrast to each other. Max--sandy-blonde, blue-eyed, 6'1", all-American jock boy Adonis with his lucious, jumbo-sized ass in his white spandex outfit--alongside Jeff the skinny, 5'9" brunette, slighty nerdy cutie. Mr. Gregg imagined that Jeff would be the sidekick to Max's Captain Fantasy kind of like Robin to Batman.
Jeff was gay. He wasn't flamboyant about it--if anything, Jeff seemed like a smart-ass skater type of guy with his longish hair and direct sense of humor--but all the workers at the amusement park knew that he liked hot dudes. Jeff had seen Max walking around and he thought that Max was unbelievably sexy. Although Jeff was of a smaller stature, he considered himself a top man who appreciated another man's ass a lot. And nobody, nobody at all, could compare to big-butt Max. Jeff had only seen Max two or three times--there are hundreds of employees at Fantasy Point--and, although he didn't know Max's name, Max had made quite an impression on him.
Mr. Gregg called Jeff into the office and offered him the opportunity to play The Scout, Captain Fantasy's sidekick. Jeff didn't hesitate to take the job; it was a $5 pay increase and it would be more fun than being stuck behind the counter at Steel Mountain shoppe, selling overpriced water bottles to fat tourists. Jeff had a sense of humor about everything and playing a wise-cracking sidekick would be a neat chance to throw out some smart-ass, zingy one-liners and have fun on the job.
Mr. Gregg handed off the costume to Jeff and told him to wear it to work the next day. The Scout costume, Jeff thought, was gay as hell. A sky-blue spandex outfit with underoo briefs, an FP logo (as in "Fantasy Point") on the chest, tall gold boots, a black eye-mask like one of the Incredibles.....and a cape.
Although Jeff had an adorable little butt, Mr. Gregg didn't want the two superhero costumes to be identical. Max's costume was without a cape, showing all of his bodacious ass, while Jeff's costume covered up his back end. For that, actually, Jeff was grateful; he would rather have the crowds look at Max's massive behind than at his own teeny little bum. And so did Mr. Gregg who envisioned The Scout to be the brains while Captain Fantasy was the brawn (and the butt).
The next day, both boys reported to Mr. Gregg's office at 8am for a formal introduction to each other. When Jeff stepped into the office, Max was already there in his full superhero uniform--body and ass bulging out in white spandex. Jeff had his blue lycra outfit, mask, boots, and cape on, feeling silly and ridiculous but having fun with it nonetheless. It was as though every day at work would be like a trip to ComicCon. Jeff thoroughly enjoyed the ridiculousness of it all but it seemed that Max--although he'd been working in his tight outfit for over two weeks at this point--was still pretty self-conscious about how revealing his costume was.
"Don't stare at his ass, don't stare at his ass, don't stare at his ass....," Jeff thought to himself as he walked into the room and stood next to Max, trying not to look at those buns too much.
"Max this is Jeff, Jeff this is Max. You two will be working side by side as Captain Fantasy and The Scout, our dynamic duo here at Fantasy Point Amusement Park," said Mr. Gregg as the two boys shook hands with each other.
Jeff noticed that Max had a good, firm, friendly handshake with a nice masculine grip to it. Max had buttery, slightly tanned skin, a porn star's body, sandy blonde hair with a sharp haircut, and a print ad face that--when put all together--made him look like an Abercrombie dream boy. Whether it was natural or due to an aftershave, Max had a subtle, sexy, masculine aroma coming from his skin that Jeff found irresistable. Jeff felt that he had died and gone to heaven--he couldn't stop grinning. This would be his new work buddy. Jeff's eye's naturally glanced down to get a sneaky peek at Max's prize-winning bubble butt which was so big that it was practically the elephant in the room. Try not to look, try not to look.....
Oh no! Jeff noticed that he was getting a hard boner in his lycra pouch. He turned away from Max and tried to cover up his stiffy with his cape. Awkward. Jeff hoped that Max wouldn't notice how aroused he was just being next to him. But Mr. Gregg noticed.
"Now I hope that you boys will get to know each other well. Collaborate well, perform your skits and shows, and be good with the park guests. Performance practices will be every Wednesday and Friday evening at 6pm in the staff auditorium " spoke the boss with a sly smile on his face. "So, Max, what do you think of your new sidekick?"
"He seems cool, sir, but I thought that capes were not in the budget?" replied Max inquiring about Jeff's costume.
"Jeff's costume was not as expensive as your's, Max, so therefore there was more money in the budget for his costume that allowed for a cape. Plus, your outfit had to be specially made to accomodate those huge butt cheeks of yours which made your costume more pricey," Mr. Gregg answered back with a sneer.
It wasn't true at all but of course the CEO had to go there. Max blushed in embarrassment.
"No cape for you, Max. I have to keep things within budget," said Mr. Gregg coldly.
Jeff was enjoying watching this hot jock getting reamed out. Jeff's boner was getting harder and was extremely revealing through his costume. He slyly pulled the cape further in front of him.
"Max, don't be a fussy smart-ass," said Mr. Gregg. "Let's deal with your butt right now so that you're fully aware that I won't be tolerating your stinky attitude, especially in front of your co-workers." Mr. Gregg wheeled his chair over to the other side of his big, expensive desk. He sat down again in his chair and patted his lap with his hand.
"Over my knee, Mr. Max. Let's discuss your big issues here," said the boss.
Max, totally embarrassed, hesitated before following his boss's orders. But, after a moment, the boy layed over Mr. Gregg's knee, over his lap, and assumed the position.
It took Jeff a moment to fully comprehend what he was seeing--it was that wonderful. Max was a tall, beefy, 20-year-old guy laying over his boss's lap about to get spanked; his gigantic, bulbous, bubble-buns aiming up at the ceiling and towards Mr. Gregg's face. Jeff wondered why the boss even bothered to have Max wear a costume on his lower half. The white spandex tights were so extremely tight, and dug so deeply up between Max's luscious globes, that he looked almost naked. Max's costume makes him look pretty much naked from far away thought Jeff. It was clear that Max was not wearing underwear underneath the tight costume.
Max's buns were so pillowy big, so juicy, so round, so ripe for fucking, kissing, caressing, smelling, rimming, fingering, spanking.......buns so perfect to watch getting punished. Jeff did not allow himself to smile seeing his co-worker over his boss's lap but, on the inside, this was proving to be one of the best days of his life far. Jeff was a nice, cool guy but he was a pervert. Even the thought that he would spend most of the week being around Max's mega-ass, made Jeff's cock even harder. Would he ever get the opportunity to.......you know, maybe....maybe have his way with that butt too? The idea of this was too delicious to even indulge.
Maybe Max's ass was only something that Jeff could look at but only the boss could touch.....just like right now.
Mr. Gregg had both hands running all over Max's rump. He was squeezing and fondling the enormous, doughy, and muscular cheeks.
"Look at this, Jeff. Max has two big issues with his costume. Big issue 1," said the boss, smacking one of Max's buns. "Big issue number 2," he followed up, smacking the other bun.
"Those certainly are some big issues, Mr. Gregg," said Jeff chiming in.
Mr. Gregg laughed. He appreciated Jeff's quick sense of humor. The boss could tell that his young gay employee enjoyed watching this spectacle.
"Jeff, Max feels embarrassed that his costume, as you can tell, reveals so much of his over-sized posterior. But he needs to accept it and not complain. I can understand why he's concerned. I mean, look at Max here-- have you ever seen such a fit young man with such an enormous, meaty pair of bubble buns? They're each almost the size of basketballs! I've never seen a worked-out young man with such a bulging behind! Have you?"
"Nope, never have. Max has one hell of a righteously massive man-ass, sir," answered Jeff.
"Indeed he does, indeed he does.....," said Mr. Gregg as he continued looking down at and fondling Max's loaves like a wolf salivating over it's meal.
With his hand, Mr. Gregg began to moderately spank Max's bottom. One cheek at a time--that's all that one hand could ever try over such a large space, even big hands such as those belonging to Mr. Gregg. One cheek at a time, back and forth, spank, spank, spank!
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
The cheeks bounced, jiggled, and bubbled in their tights--like big water balloons--as the spanking continued.
"Sir, please stop! You're embarrassing me!" said Max, practically crying.
"Hush up, Max!" snapped Mr. Gregg. "Of course this isn't really hurting you! Your gigantic cheeks are so well-padded that it's more of the embarrassment of the situation that is affecting you. And it's the fact that you're over my knee and being punished that's truly affecting you. You need to have that big bottom of yours whipped for giving me problems. If your big butt gives me trouble, than I'll give it trouble!"
Mr. Gregg slowed down the rapidness of each whack, watching each jiggling cheek settle before whacking the one beside it. He was taking his time enjoying this. As the spanking went on, Max rhythmically squeezed and relaxed his buns.
"Look, Jeff, at this!" announced Mr. Gregg. "After each spank, Max squeezes his cheeks, as though that would somehow protect him. See?" The boss followed that with 2 whaps on each jiggling cheek and, indeed, Max squeezed his buns and relaxed them almost as a reflex.
"I can't help it sir! They just do that! They're starting to sting a bit," said Max, defeated and over his boss's knee--his face looking at the carpet on the floor, his gargantuan ass bent over the lap and sticking obscenely up towards the ceiling.
Mr. Gregg continued looking down at Max's ass, feasting his eyes on those gelatinous, shaking buns. "Well, every time you do that, those tights just go further and further into that crevice of yours, Max. That wedgie is just getting deeper and deeper. That tight, little butt hole of yours must have a hungry appetite for spandex!" said the boss as he continued spanking the bouncing buns. The seam on the back of Max's tights, diving deeper between those cheeks, sticking more and more to his moist hole as though the sweat and funk was like a natural glue.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
On the front of Jeff's bulge, some cum was starting to leak out.
"Do you think that he's learned his lesson for today, Jeff?" asked Mr. Gregg.
Max turned his head and looked up a Jeff, pleadingly.
"I do, boss," said Jeff with a slight giggle, barely able to process how ridiculous--and ridiculously hot--this scene had been to witness.
Mr. Gregg patted each of Max's cheeks one last time for today. "You may get up, Max," said the boss.
Max raised himself up with his arms, got off of Mr. Gregg's lap, stood up, and walked over next to Jeff. Max soothingly rubbed his spanked rear as he stood there.
"Alright, gentlemen, head off to work. Max, no more complaints about your costume. Got it?" asked the boss.
"Yes, sir," replied Max.
"And, Jeff, if you need to use the bathroom to wipe off the front of your pouch, please do so," said Mr. Gregg with a knowing smirk.
"I will, sir."
Max and Jeff left the office, walked through the building in their tight outfits (Jeff with cape, Max without of course), Jeff visited the rest room to wet-wipe and blow dry the front of his very stimulated pouch (he made a mental note to go masturbate, in a bathroom stall, about the spanking as soon as lunch break hit), and the two guys headed into the park.
Max was pouty. "I don't understand why he has to make such a big show of my ass, man," said Max to Jeff.
"Maybe it's kind of a compliment. A lot of people would love to have a big butt like yours," said Jeff. "A lot of people would love to play with it, I'm sure...."
"Uh, thanks a lot," said the jock, not exactly feeling comforted by that statement.
"Let's just not take it all so seriously and try to have fun with it. You need to loosen up, bro," his sidekick mentioned wisely.
Jeff walked into the park with Max, visiting the guests. He looked down and noticed that those massive globes looked a bit pink from the spanking--Jeff could see the rosiness of Max's ass glaring ever-so-slightly through the white tights. It was cute.
As the work day wore on, Jeff began to cook up ideas of how he himself could get well-aquainted with Max......but more so with Max's luscious bubble butt. Plans were forming......
Jeff (or "Jeffie" as his friends called him) was a very cute 20-year-old guy who worked the gift shoppe at the Steel Mountain roller coaster ride towards the south end of the park.
Jeff was a skinny boy with black hair, pale skin, and big, brown eyes. He had a nice, thin body on him but was not a stacked stud like Max. Jeff had pert, little butt cheeks that Mr. Gregg thought would look adorable in a superhero costume but, by no means, did he have the humongous, basketball-like buns that Max possessed.
Together, in their costumes, Mr. Gregg figured that Max and Jeff would provide a nice and sexy visual contrast to each other. Max--sandy-blonde, blue-eyed, 6'1", all-American jock boy Adonis with his lucious, jumbo-sized ass in his white spandex outfit--alongside Jeff the skinny, 5'9" brunette, slighty nerdy cutie. Mr. Gregg imagined that Jeff would be the sidekick to Max's Captain Fantasy kind of like Robin to Batman.
Jeff was gay. He wasn't flamboyant about it--if anything, Jeff seemed like a smart-ass skater type of guy with his longish hair and direct sense of humor--but all the workers at the amusement park knew that he liked hot dudes. Jeff had seen Max walking around and he thought that Max was unbelievably sexy. Although Jeff was of a smaller stature, he considered himself a top man who appreciated another man's ass a lot. And nobody, nobody at all, could compare to big-butt Max. Jeff had only seen Max two or three times--there are hundreds of employees at Fantasy Point--and, although he didn't know Max's name, Max had made quite an impression on him.
Mr. Gregg called Jeff into the office and offered him the opportunity to play The Scout, Captain Fantasy's sidekick. Jeff didn't hesitate to take the job; it was a $5 pay increase and it would be more fun than being stuck behind the counter at Steel Mountain shoppe, selling overpriced water bottles to fat tourists. Jeff had a sense of humor about everything and playing a wise-cracking sidekick would be a neat chance to throw out some smart-ass, zingy one-liners and have fun on the job.
Mr. Gregg handed off the costume to Jeff and told him to wear it to work the next day. The Scout costume, Jeff thought, was gay as hell. A sky-blue spandex outfit with underoo briefs, an FP logo (as in "Fantasy Point") on the chest, tall gold boots, a black eye-mask like one of the Incredibles.....and a cape.
Although Jeff had an adorable little butt, Mr. Gregg didn't want the two superhero costumes to be identical. Max's costume was without a cape, showing all of his bodacious ass, while Jeff's costume covered up his back end. For that, actually, Jeff was grateful; he would rather have the crowds look at Max's massive behind than at his own teeny little bum. And so did Mr. Gregg who envisioned The Scout to be the brains while Captain Fantasy was the brawn (and the butt).
The next day, both boys reported to Mr. Gregg's office at 8am for a formal introduction to each other. When Jeff stepped into the office, Max was already there in his full superhero uniform--body and ass bulging out in white spandex. Jeff had his blue lycra outfit, mask, boots, and cape on, feeling silly and ridiculous but having fun with it nonetheless. It was as though every day at work would be like a trip to ComicCon. Jeff thoroughly enjoyed the ridiculousness of it all but it seemed that Max--although he'd been working in his tight outfit for over two weeks at this point--was still pretty self-conscious about how revealing his costume was.
"Don't stare at his ass, don't stare at his ass, don't stare at his ass....," Jeff thought to himself as he walked into the room and stood next to Max, trying not to look at those buns too much.
"Max this is Jeff, Jeff this is Max. You two will be working side by side as Captain Fantasy and The Scout, our dynamic duo here at Fantasy Point Amusement Park," said Mr. Gregg as the two boys shook hands with each other.
Jeff noticed that Max had a good, firm, friendly handshake with a nice masculine grip to it. Max had buttery, slightly tanned skin, a porn star's body, sandy blonde hair with a sharp haircut, and a print ad face that--when put all together--made him look like an Abercrombie dream boy. Whether it was natural or due to an aftershave, Max had a subtle, sexy, masculine aroma coming from his skin that Jeff found irresistable. Jeff felt that he had died and gone to heaven--he couldn't stop grinning. This would be his new work buddy. Jeff's eye's naturally glanced down to get a sneaky peek at Max's prize-winning bubble butt which was so big that it was practically the elephant in the room. Try not to look, try not to look.....
Oh no! Jeff noticed that he was getting a hard boner in his lycra pouch. He turned away from Max and tried to cover up his stiffy with his cape. Awkward. Jeff hoped that Max wouldn't notice how aroused he was just being next to him. But Mr. Gregg noticed.
"Now I hope that you boys will get to know each other well. Collaborate well, perform your skits and shows, and be good with the park guests. Performance practices will be every Wednesday and Friday evening at 6pm in the staff auditorium " spoke the boss with a sly smile on his face. "So, Max, what do you think of your new sidekick?"
"He seems cool, sir, but I thought that capes were not in the budget?" replied Max inquiring about Jeff's costume.
"Jeff's costume was not as expensive as your's, Max, so therefore there was more money in the budget for his costume that allowed for a cape. Plus, your outfit had to be specially made to accomodate those huge butt cheeks of yours which made your costume more pricey," Mr. Gregg answered back with a sneer.
It wasn't true at all but of course the CEO had to go there. Max blushed in embarrassment.
"No cape for you, Max. I have to keep things within budget," said Mr. Gregg coldly.
Jeff was enjoying watching this hot jock getting reamed out. Jeff's boner was getting harder and was extremely revealing through his costume. He slyly pulled the cape further in front of him.
"Max, don't be a fussy smart-ass," said Mr. Gregg. "Let's deal with your butt right now so that you're fully aware that I won't be tolerating your stinky attitude, especially in front of your co-workers." Mr. Gregg wheeled his chair over to the other side of his big, expensive desk. He sat down again in his chair and patted his lap with his hand.
"Over my knee, Mr. Max. Let's discuss your big issues here," said the boss.
Max, totally embarrassed, hesitated before following his boss's orders. But, after a moment, the boy layed over Mr. Gregg's knee, over his lap, and assumed the position.
It took Jeff a moment to fully comprehend what he was seeing--it was that wonderful. Max was a tall, beefy, 20-year-old guy laying over his boss's lap about to get spanked; his gigantic, bulbous, bubble-buns aiming up at the ceiling and towards Mr. Gregg's face. Jeff wondered why the boss even bothered to have Max wear a costume on his lower half. The white spandex tights were so extremely tight, and dug so deeply up between Max's luscious globes, that he looked almost naked. Max's costume makes him look pretty much naked from far away thought Jeff. It was clear that Max was not wearing underwear underneath the tight costume.
Max's buns were so pillowy big, so juicy, so round, so ripe for fucking, kissing, caressing, smelling, rimming, fingering, spanking.......buns so perfect to watch getting punished. Jeff did not allow himself to smile seeing his co-worker over his boss's lap but, on the inside, this was proving to be one of the best days of his life far. Jeff was a nice, cool guy but he was a pervert. Even the thought that he would spend most of the week being around Max's mega-ass, made Jeff's cock even harder. Would he ever get the opportunity to.......you know, maybe....maybe have his way with that butt too? The idea of this was too delicious to even indulge.
Maybe Max's ass was only something that Jeff could look at but only the boss could touch.....just like right now.
Mr. Gregg had both hands running all over Max's rump. He was squeezing and fondling the enormous, doughy, and muscular cheeks.
"Look at this, Jeff. Max has two big issues with his costume. Big issue 1," said the boss, smacking one of Max's buns. "Big issue number 2," he followed up, smacking the other bun.
"Those certainly are some big issues, Mr. Gregg," said Jeff chiming in.
Mr. Gregg laughed. He appreciated Jeff's quick sense of humor. The boss could tell that his young gay employee enjoyed watching this spectacle.
"Jeff, Max feels embarrassed that his costume, as you can tell, reveals so much of his over-sized posterior. But he needs to accept it and not complain. I can understand why he's concerned. I mean, look at Max here-- have you ever seen such a fit young man with such an enormous, meaty pair of bubble buns? They're each almost the size of basketballs! I've never seen a worked-out young man with such a bulging behind! Have you?"
"Nope, never have. Max has one hell of a righteously massive man-ass, sir," answered Jeff.
"Indeed he does, indeed he does.....," said Mr. Gregg as he continued looking down at and fondling Max's loaves like a wolf salivating over it's meal.
With his hand, Mr. Gregg began to moderately spank Max's bottom. One cheek at a time--that's all that one hand could ever try over such a large space, even big hands such as those belonging to Mr. Gregg. One cheek at a time, back and forth, spank, spank, spank!
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
The cheeks bounced, jiggled, and bubbled in their tights--like big water balloons--as the spanking continued.
"Sir, please stop! You're embarrassing me!" said Max, practically crying.
"Hush up, Max!" snapped Mr. Gregg. "Of course this isn't really hurting you! Your gigantic cheeks are so well-padded that it's more of the embarrassment of the situation that is affecting you. And it's the fact that you're over my knee and being punished that's truly affecting you. You need to have that big bottom of yours whipped for giving me problems. If your big butt gives me trouble, than I'll give it trouble!"
Mr. Gregg slowed down the rapidness of each whack, watching each jiggling cheek settle before whacking the one beside it. He was taking his time enjoying this. As the spanking went on, Max rhythmically squeezed and relaxed his buns.
"Look, Jeff, at this!" announced Mr. Gregg. "After each spank, Max squeezes his cheeks, as though that would somehow protect him. See?" The boss followed that with 2 whaps on each jiggling cheek and, indeed, Max squeezed his buns and relaxed them almost as a reflex.
"I can't help it sir! They just do that! They're starting to sting a bit," said Max, defeated and over his boss's knee--his face looking at the carpet on the floor, his gargantuan ass bent over the lap and sticking obscenely up towards the ceiling.
Mr. Gregg continued looking down at Max's ass, feasting his eyes on those gelatinous, shaking buns. "Well, every time you do that, those tights just go further and further into that crevice of yours, Max. That wedgie is just getting deeper and deeper. That tight, little butt hole of yours must have a hungry appetite for spandex!" said the boss as he continued spanking the bouncing buns. The seam on the back of Max's tights, diving deeper between those cheeks, sticking more and more to his moist hole as though the sweat and funk was like a natural glue.
Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!
On the front of Jeff's bulge, some cum was starting to leak out.
"Do you think that he's learned his lesson for today, Jeff?" asked Mr. Gregg.
Max turned his head and looked up a Jeff, pleadingly.
"I do, boss," said Jeff with a slight giggle, barely able to process how ridiculous--and ridiculously hot--this scene had been to witness.
Mr. Gregg patted each of Max's cheeks one last time for today. "You may get up, Max," said the boss.
Max raised himself up with his arms, got off of Mr. Gregg's lap, stood up, and walked over next to Jeff. Max soothingly rubbed his spanked rear as he stood there.
"Alright, gentlemen, head off to work. Max, no more complaints about your costume. Got it?" asked the boss.
"Yes, sir," replied Max.
"And, Jeff, if you need to use the bathroom to wipe off the front of your pouch, please do so," said Mr. Gregg with a knowing smirk.
"I will, sir."
Max and Jeff left the office, walked through the building in their tight outfits (Jeff with cape, Max without of course), Jeff visited the rest room to wet-wipe and blow dry the front of his very stimulated pouch (he made a mental note to go masturbate, in a bathroom stall, about the spanking as soon as lunch break hit), and the two guys headed into the park.
Max was pouty. "I don't understand why he has to make such a big show of my ass, man," said Max to Jeff.
"Maybe it's kind of a compliment. A lot of people would love to have a big butt like yours," said Jeff. "A lot of people would love to play with it, I'm sure...."
"Uh, thanks a lot," said the jock, not exactly feeling comforted by that statement.
"Let's just not take it all so seriously and try to have fun with it. You need to loosen up, bro," his sidekick mentioned wisely.
Jeff walked into the park with Max, visiting the guests. He looked down and noticed that those massive globes looked a bit pink from the spanking--Jeff could see the rosiness of Max's ass glaring ever-so-slightly through the white tights. It was cute.
As the work day wore on, Jeff began to cook up ideas of how he himself could get well-aquainted with Max......but more so with Max's luscious bubble butt. Plans were forming......
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
A Special Day At Fantasy Point (Max Gets Promoted)
Max B., our white bubble-butted 20-year-old cutie (blue eyes, sandy hair, toned body) and the hero of our tales, has been called into Mr. Gregg's office at Fantasy Point Amusement park.
The office--stylish, modern, air-conditioned, and expensive--is located on the northern end of the park away from most of the crowd foot traffic.
Fantasy Point--an exceptional attraction on the southern tip of American's east coast--is open all year round and makes mucho bucks.
Mr. Gregg is a powerful, wealthy man in his 50's. He has big hands, a big nose, a handsome face, is wearing a great designer suit, and has a sharp haircut with specks of salt-and-pepper that compliment intense eyes.
Max knocks before entering.
"Come on in, Max!," bellows Mr. Gregg.
Max walks into the office wearing the typical Fantasy Point uniform (powder blue logo'd polo short-sleeved shirt with the Fantasy Point emblem along with khaki pants and white sneakers), his bulbous ass cheeks bouncing with each step in his strained-at-the-seat khakis. As a matter of fact, it seems that the fabric on the seat of his pants is wearing thin due to all the stress that it endures covering Max's hind end. Today he has chosen not to wear underpants so that a panty line doesn't cause extra attention. He gets enough looks back there as it is.
"Max," says Mr. Gregg with authority, "I think that you've done a half-way decent job so far here at Fantasy Point. You've proven to be a good part of our team and we've seen how effective you've been at working the funnel cake stand as a standard worker."
Mr. Gregg, a father of four daughters with a happy wife at the mansion, poured his eyes over Max's youthful, lucious body. He always wondered what it would be like to touch a guy like Max. Mr. Gregg enjoyed a secretly gay lifestyle sometimes (bath houses, the occasional masseur) but kept it quiet so that he could maintain the hetereosexual, all-American conservative personae that he had developed over the decades. He had never been with a boy like Max but he had become obsessed with the idea of seeing more of Max's beefy cakes. Mr. Gregg wondered what that ass would feel like, smell like, taste like....
"I would like to make the park more exciting for visitors", continued the boss, "and I would like to introduce more cartoon characters for people to visit with and take pictures with and that sort of thing, do you follow?"
"Yes sir, that sounds cool. Good idea." replied Max.
"The thing that people seem to be into a lot these days, Max, are superheroes. I thought that it would be appropriate for our park if we had our own version of Superman or Captain America. It would draw in the crowds."
"I could see that, Mr. Gregg. That makes sense."
"Max, I want you to play Captain Fantasy at our park. Do you ever act?"
"Yes, sir. I dip into acting and modeling when there's an opportunity out there. It's fun."
"Very good! So are you up for it?"
"Sure.....but who is Captain Fantasy? What is he like? It's not going to be too much difficult acting, would it sir?," asked Max.
"No, no, Max. Nothing too difficult. Scripted stage shows sometimes, commericals, pose with the kiddies for pictures, that sort of thing," replied Mr. Gregg.
"No problem, I can do that, sir."
"Fantastic! Captain Fantasy is heroic, friendly, gets into danger for the common good, all those typical superhero qualities. You can do that. Plus our park hero has to be very handsome and charismatic and has to have a sexy--I mean well-built--body.....that's why I need you to fulfill this job, Max. I think that you'd be perfect for it. Let me show you the costume."
Mr. Gregg picks up the phone, hits a button, and speaks to his secretary.
"Jenny," commands Mr. Gregg "please send in the tights for Max."
Jenny, Mr.Gregg's dowdy, 40-something secretary walks into the office holding up two hangers with some clothing that look to be made out of a thin, shiny, white lycra. On one hanger, there's a blue, shiny Robin-style half-mask. Jenny also brings in a pair of knee-high blue shiny leather superhero boots in a transparent plastic bag.
She hands the clothing to Mr. Gregg, "Here you are, sir", walks out of the office, and closes the door.
"Damn, that kid has an enormous ass! " thinks Jenny as she's in the exterior hallway heading towards her desk area. "He's sexy as hell, beautiful face and body, but there's no way his big butt can fit into those superhero pants. Now way at all! Gregg must be out of his mind. Or.....is this maybe a great idea...?...."
In Mr. Gregg's office, the boss holds the tights up on the hanger in front of Max.
"Try these on, young man. Let's see how they fit."
"Can I go into the restroom and try them on?" asks Max.
"Yes, yes, of course. Go slip them on and come back so that I can see how the whole costume looks altogether," says the boss handing Max the spandex, the mask, and the boots.
Max walks over to the adjacent bathroom (fancy, expensive, and modern--it is Mr. Gregg's personal rest room after all) and shuts the door. He slips on the lycra shirt over his worked-out torso. It's long-sleeved, white spandex, with a colorful starburst logo on the chest featuring an "FP" for Fantasy Point. It's well-designed but predictably corny. On the wrists are sewn-on gold cuffs. So far so good. He puts on the mask which, on his handsome face, looks perfectly superheroic. Nice! Max knew he looked good. Now for the pants......
This is more difficult for Max. Pulling the white spandex tights, thin and shiny, on his legs was fine but THE BUTT was becoming a challenge. He barely managed to pull the material over his thick, meaty globes but he managed to get there. Thank god the material was stretchy.... The pants were designed so that the spandex rode far up between the cheeks. Looking in the mirror, Max realized that he looked exactly like a ballet dancer.....a superhero ballet dancer. His ass looked.....too much. He looked obscene. His butt was too big for this job. The white spandex was so tight, and rode up his ass so far, that it looked like he wasn't wearing any pants at all. It practically looked like naked ass but whiter and shinier. As he (very carefully) bent down and zipped the blue boots onto his feet, Max was worried about what Mr. Gregg would think of this costume. There's no way that it wouldn't be controversial for a family amusement park. It was too sexy, too gay, too butt-y.
Max, in full costume, stepped out of the bathroom and into Mr. Gregg's office.
Mr. Gregg sat dumbfounded, staring at Max, for close to two minutes, completely silent. He had never seen anything like this, not even in the comic books.
"What do you think, boss?" asked Max nervously.
"I think that attendence will go up, Max. We can be sure of that," answered Mr. Gregg, wiping some sweat from his forehead.
Max just stood there in this skin-tight, resplendent glory.
"Come closer, Max, so that I can check everything out," said Mr. Gregg as he himself got up from behind the desk and moved over to Max in the middle of the room.
He touched the boy's torso, feeling the muscular body, the smoothness of the fabric clinging to it. "You look great, Max. You'll be a good hero for the guests," Mr. Gregg said as he continued rubbing his hands over Max'x shoulders, arms, chest, back, lower back......He took his time with it.
Finally Mr. Gregg bend down on one knee, looking at the boots, touching the leather and Max's feet.
"These boots look terrific on you, Max. I had them custom made to your shoe size, " said the CEO as he continued worshiping with his hands.
"I can tell, sir. They feel good. Right size," said Max.
Mr. Gregg, finally, allowed himself to be nose-to-crotch with Max's front middle area as he stayed on one knee. He gently brushed the tip of his finger across the tights on Max's penis. Max could tell that Mr. Gregg was getting aroused and Max could feel his own dick growing in the spandex. All that touching, caressing, feeling by his good-looking, dominant boss...how could he not get turned on?
"Max, my friend, you're not wearing any underwear are you?" asked Mr. Gregg.
"No sir.....I'm sorry sir. I didn't realize that....I didn't realize that I'd be doing a costume fitting today, sir, or I would have made sure that I was following company policy. I'm sorry," said Max nervously.
Mr. Gregg kept his eyes on Max's cock, growing through the white lycra.
"Shame on you, Max. Please be sure to always follow those rules. It's important to follow orders or else," flashed the boss with a glimmer of wickedness in his eyes....
"I'm not above punishing disobedient employees, Max. Even favored ones," said Mr. Gregg.
Max gulped. "Yes, sir."
"Okay, Max, even though you're not wearing underwear today, I still need you to turn around so that I can see how the behind area looks on the costume."
Max slowly turned around. As he did so, Mr. Gregg stayed kneeling on one knee and scooted backwards about a foot so that Max's humongous bubble butt wouldn't hit him on the side of the head. Max stood with his butt facing Mr. Gregg. The boss took in the glorious sight for a moment before he slowly moved forward again, keeping one knee on the carpet......and his face only four inches from Max's epic ass.
The white spandex, shiny and thin, did not just seem like a second skin on Max's cheeks--they practically WERE a second skin looking as though they were about to break open due to extreme pressure underneath. The material rode up the butt so far that they only thing that revealed that it was tights was the seam that barely peeked out over the top of Max's deep, deep crevice. The tights were held in place by a very hard-working drawstring that Max tied above his dick.
Mr. Gregg's face was so very close to Max's spandexed, mountainous rear. He leaned in closer. He put both hands lightly on the butt, one hand on each cheek. Taking his time, Mr. Gregg gently patted Max's big butt watching the buns jiggle and shake, amazed by the mass and heaviness of those fleshy globes. Max's was the perfect man-ass.....better than perfect. Encased in white lycra tights that dove deep into his forbidden crack, those buns looked practically supernatural. An ideal but exaggerated to cartoon proportions. How could his butt get this big? Was it even real?
"Max, you have a very big bottom for such a toned guy. What's that all about?," asked the boss.
"I know sir......People look at it a lot. Sometimes it's embarrassing but.....I know that some people like it so I guess it's not all bad," giggled Max. "And, yes sir, it's just the way I was born. I've always had an extremely big butt even when I was really skinny before I did a lot of sports. I don't know why, sir, but it is the way it is. Maybe one day, I may get surgery to have my butt cheeks reduced in size...."
"No! Don't do that!," snapped Mr. Gregg with both hands playfully swatting each jiggling mound. "You're wonderfully built the way you are. It's okay to be different. So you have a massive bubble butt? So what? No one is perfect, Max. I thought about having a cape on Captain Fantasy, in order to keep with superhero tradition, and to cover his ass area, but....um....we just don't have the budget for the cape at this time. Gotta keep costs down."
Sure.
As he said that, Mr. Gregg thought to himself that Max's ginormous rump made him more perfect, not less perfect. Maybe a huge booty on a young man wouldn't be everyone's cup of tea but for him, at least, Max's ass turned him on beyond words.
"Oh my, it really looks like the tights are riding up your butt a lot.......I'm not really sure if there's much that we can do about that. I think that that's just the way that the costume is designed. Oh well....hmmm...." said Mr. Gregg as he slowly, carefully parted Max's buttocks. It was as though the tights and the seam were getting sucked into oblivion within the deep, massive chasm between the huge cheeks. Mr. Gregg leaned his face in even further towards the butt to get a more exact look. Max, sensing what he was doing, subtly stuck his butt out towards Mr. Gregg's face so that the oversized buns would be easier to part and so that the boss could look in there deeper.
"Even with though your spandex tights are white, it's still very, very dark in there up that big butt of yours, Max," said Mr. Gregg with a chuckle. "Very dark and very deep. But I guess that's what I get for checking up there, right Max? The costume clearly has some provacative aspects to it but it's not a big deal, correct?
"It's fine, sir," answered Max.
sniff, sniff
Max could hear very soft sniffing sounds coming from Mr. Gregg. It dawned on him that his boss was now quietly, indulgently taking sniffs of his spread butt. Max didn't want to sabotage his chances of getting this promotion so he just pretended that he didn't realize what Mr. Gregg was doing. He just stayed in place--slightly bent over, legs standing apart, with his fat rump jutted at the boss's face. No big deal. Just a costume fitting. Nothing strange going on here.
Mr. Gregg felt entitled to go further. His pushed his nose deep into the boy's big, round butt, savoring the sweaty, stinky aroma that was deep between Max's thick cheeks and in his asshole.
Max could feel Mr. Gregg's breath within his crevice--moist and warm--and now it was getting to the point where it felt as though his boss's nose was practically penetrating his hole. The sniffing sounds got louder and Max could feel the nostrils opening and closing against his pucker. It now felt as though the nose may have pretty much entered his sphincter.
Mr. Gregg sniffed and sniffed while his face became increasingly enveloped by Max's deep, heavy, thick butt. The spandex felt smooth enclosing his nose and rubbing against his face. Mr. Gregg could smell the fibers of the spandex material as well as what could be described as boy sweat and the slight, pungent, sweet, cheesy aroma that was distinctive of Max's butt.
The only thing stopping the tip of Mr. Gregg's nose from literally entering Max's butt hole was the very thin layer of spandex tights buried in Max's ass. Max at least hoped he that his boss enjoyed that smell whether it was subtle or very ripe. This went on for four minutes and then Max finally decided that this was getting way too weird.
"Sir.....are you sniffing my butt?" asked Max (as if there were any real question here).
Mr. Gregg took his face out of Max's ass but was still knelt down just inches from it and seemed as though he was talking more to Max's butt than to Max's face.
Mr. Gregg massaged Max's bottom while he spoke: "Oh....haha.....Max, I just wanted to see if the costume looked right from behind. Thinking about it for a while, you know? I suppose it's fine, even if it's a bit too tight. I did notice that, when getting very close to your butt, I did catch a few whiffs. Even with your tights on, I could smell your butt a little bit while I was checking the costume. But that's okay, Max, it's understandable. It's a hot day, you got sweaty back there, you're a healthy young man, so--naturally--there may be some smell. Nothing to be embarrassed about." Mr. Gregg playfully, lightly spanked Max's cheeks to show that it was all in good fun. Simply two guys bonding.
"I understand, sir," replied Max. This means he got the job right?
The next day, Max clocked in at Fantasy Point at 7am, changed into his superhero tights in the locker room, and stepped out into the sunlit busy park. His bubble butt bouncing and jiggling, he was there to entertain and take pictures with the guests.
From a telescope in his office, Mr. Gregg watched Max working and plotted what his next move would be on (in?) that boy's basketball-like buns.
The office--stylish, modern, air-conditioned, and expensive--is located on the northern end of the park away from most of the crowd foot traffic.
Fantasy Point--an exceptional attraction on the southern tip of American's east coast--is open all year round and makes mucho bucks.
Mr. Gregg is a powerful, wealthy man in his 50's. He has big hands, a big nose, a handsome face, is wearing a great designer suit, and has a sharp haircut with specks of salt-and-pepper that compliment intense eyes.
Max knocks before entering.
"Come on in, Max!," bellows Mr. Gregg.
Max walks into the office wearing the typical Fantasy Point uniform (powder blue logo'd polo short-sleeved shirt with the Fantasy Point emblem along with khaki pants and white sneakers), his bulbous ass cheeks bouncing with each step in his strained-at-the-seat khakis. As a matter of fact, it seems that the fabric on the seat of his pants is wearing thin due to all the stress that it endures covering Max's hind end. Today he has chosen not to wear underpants so that a panty line doesn't cause extra attention. He gets enough looks back there as it is.
"Max," says Mr. Gregg with authority, "I think that you've done a half-way decent job so far here at Fantasy Point. You've proven to be a good part of our team and we've seen how effective you've been at working the funnel cake stand as a standard worker."
Mr. Gregg, a father of four daughters with a happy wife at the mansion, poured his eyes over Max's youthful, lucious body. He always wondered what it would be like to touch a guy like Max. Mr. Gregg enjoyed a secretly gay lifestyle sometimes (bath houses, the occasional masseur) but kept it quiet so that he could maintain the hetereosexual, all-American conservative personae that he had developed over the decades. He had never been with a boy like Max but he had become obsessed with the idea of seeing more of Max's beefy cakes. Mr. Gregg wondered what that ass would feel like, smell like, taste like....
"I would like to make the park more exciting for visitors", continued the boss, "and I would like to introduce more cartoon characters for people to visit with and take pictures with and that sort of thing, do you follow?"
"Yes sir, that sounds cool. Good idea." replied Max.
"The thing that people seem to be into a lot these days, Max, are superheroes. I thought that it would be appropriate for our park if we had our own version of Superman or Captain America. It would draw in the crowds."
"I could see that, Mr. Gregg. That makes sense."
"Max, I want you to play Captain Fantasy at our park. Do you ever act?"
"Yes, sir. I dip into acting and modeling when there's an opportunity out there. It's fun."
"Very good! So are you up for it?"
"Sure.....but who is Captain Fantasy? What is he like? It's not going to be too much difficult acting, would it sir?," asked Max.
"No, no, Max. Nothing too difficult. Scripted stage shows sometimes, commericals, pose with the kiddies for pictures, that sort of thing," replied Mr. Gregg.
"No problem, I can do that, sir."
"Fantastic! Captain Fantasy is heroic, friendly, gets into danger for the common good, all those typical superhero qualities. You can do that. Plus our park hero has to be very handsome and charismatic and has to have a sexy--I mean well-built--body.....that's why I need you to fulfill this job, Max. I think that you'd be perfect for it. Let me show you the costume."
Mr. Gregg picks up the phone, hits a button, and speaks to his secretary.
"Jenny," commands Mr. Gregg "please send in the tights for Max."
Jenny, Mr.Gregg's dowdy, 40-something secretary walks into the office holding up two hangers with some clothing that look to be made out of a thin, shiny, white lycra. On one hanger, there's a blue, shiny Robin-style half-mask. Jenny also brings in a pair of knee-high blue shiny leather superhero boots in a transparent plastic bag.
She hands the clothing to Mr. Gregg, "Here you are, sir", walks out of the office, and closes the door.
"Damn, that kid has an enormous ass! " thinks Jenny as she's in the exterior hallway heading towards her desk area. "He's sexy as hell, beautiful face and body, but there's no way his big butt can fit into those superhero pants. Now way at all! Gregg must be out of his mind. Or.....is this maybe a great idea...?...."
In Mr. Gregg's office, the boss holds the tights up on the hanger in front of Max.
"Try these on, young man. Let's see how they fit."
"Can I go into the restroom and try them on?" asks Max.
"Yes, yes, of course. Go slip them on and come back so that I can see how the whole costume looks altogether," says the boss handing Max the spandex, the mask, and the boots.
Max walks over to the adjacent bathroom (fancy, expensive, and modern--it is Mr. Gregg's personal rest room after all) and shuts the door. He slips on the lycra shirt over his worked-out torso. It's long-sleeved, white spandex, with a colorful starburst logo on the chest featuring an "FP" for Fantasy Point. It's well-designed but predictably corny. On the wrists are sewn-on gold cuffs. So far so good. He puts on the mask which, on his handsome face, looks perfectly superheroic. Nice! Max knew he looked good. Now for the pants......
This is more difficult for Max. Pulling the white spandex tights, thin and shiny, on his legs was fine but THE BUTT was becoming a challenge. He barely managed to pull the material over his thick, meaty globes but he managed to get there. Thank god the material was stretchy.... The pants were designed so that the spandex rode far up between the cheeks. Looking in the mirror, Max realized that he looked exactly like a ballet dancer.....a superhero ballet dancer. His ass looked.....too much. He looked obscene. His butt was too big for this job. The white spandex was so tight, and rode up his ass so far, that it looked like he wasn't wearing any pants at all. It practically looked like naked ass but whiter and shinier. As he (very carefully) bent down and zipped the blue boots onto his feet, Max was worried about what Mr. Gregg would think of this costume. There's no way that it wouldn't be controversial for a family amusement park. It was too sexy, too gay, too butt-y.
Max, in full costume, stepped out of the bathroom and into Mr. Gregg's office.
Mr. Gregg sat dumbfounded, staring at Max, for close to two minutes, completely silent. He had never seen anything like this, not even in the comic books.
"What do you think, boss?" asked Max nervously.
"I think that attendence will go up, Max. We can be sure of that," answered Mr. Gregg, wiping some sweat from his forehead.
Max just stood there in this skin-tight, resplendent glory.
"Come closer, Max, so that I can check everything out," said Mr. Gregg as he himself got up from behind the desk and moved over to Max in the middle of the room.
He touched the boy's torso, feeling the muscular body, the smoothness of the fabric clinging to it. "You look great, Max. You'll be a good hero for the guests," Mr. Gregg said as he continued rubbing his hands over Max'x shoulders, arms, chest, back, lower back......He took his time with it.
Finally Mr. Gregg bend down on one knee, looking at the boots, touching the leather and Max's feet.
"These boots look terrific on you, Max. I had them custom made to your shoe size, " said the CEO as he continued worshiping with his hands.
"I can tell, sir. They feel good. Right size," said Max.
Mr. Gregg, finally, allowed himself to be nose-to-crotch with Max's front middle area as he stayed on one knee. He gently brushed the tip of his finger across the tights on Max's penis. Max could tell that Mr. Gregg was getting aroused and Max could feel his own dick growing in the spandex. All that touching, caressing, feeling by his good-looking, dominant boss...how could he not get turned on?
"Max, my friend, you're not wearing any underwear are you?" asked Mr. Gregg.
"No sir.....I'm sorry sir. I didn't realize that....I didn't realize that I'd be doing a costume fitting today, sir, or I would have made sure that I was following company policy. I'm sorry," said Max nervously.
Mr. Gregg kept his eyes on Max's cock, growing through the white lycra.
"Shame on you, Max. Please be sure to always follow those rules. It's important to follow orders or else," flashed the boss with a glimmer of wickedness in his eyes....
"I'm not above punishing disobedient employees, Max. Even favored ones," said Mr. Gregg.
Max gulped. "Yes, sir."
"Okay, Max, even though you're not wearing underwear today, I still need you to turn around so that I can see how the behind area looks on the costume."
Max slowly turned around. As he did so, Mr. Gregg stayed kneeling on one knee and scooted backwards about a foot so that Max's humongous bubble butt wouldn't hit him on the side of the head. Max stood with his butt facing Mr. Gregg. The boss took in the glorious sight for a moment before he slowly moved forward again, keeping one knee on the carpet......and his face only four inches from Max's epic ass.
The white spandex, shiny and thin, did not just seem like a second skin on Max's cheeks--they practically WERE a second skin looking as though they were about to break open due to extreme pressure underneath. The material rode up the butt so far that they only thing that revealed that it was tights was the seam that barely peeked out over the top of Max's deep, deep crevice. The tights were held in place by a very hard-working drawstring that Max tied above his dick.
Mr. Gregg's face was so very close to Max's spandexed, mountainous rear. He leaned in closer. He put both hands lightly on the butt, one hand on each cheek. Taking his time, Mr. Gregg gently patted Max's big butt watching the buns jiggle and shake, amazed by the mass and heaviness of those fleshy globes. Max's was the perfect man-ass.....better than perfect. Encased in white lycra tights that dove deep into his forbidden crack, those buns looked practically supernatural. An ideal but exaggerated to cartoon proportions. How could his butt get this big? Was it even real?
"Max, you have a very big bottom for such a toned guy. What's that all about?," asked the boss.
"I know sir......People look at it a lot. Sometimes it's embarrassing but.....I know that some people like it so I guess it's not all bad," giggled Max. "And, yes sir, it's just the way I was born. I've always had an extremely big butt even when I was really skinny before I did a lot of sports. I don't know why, sir, but it is the way it is. Maybe one day, I may get surgery to have my butt cheeks reduced in size...."
"No! Don't do that!," snapped Mr. Gregg with both hands playfully swatting each jiggling mound. "You're wonderfully built the way you are. It's okay to be different. So you have a massive bubble butt? So what? No one is perfect, Max. I thought about having a cape on Captain Fantasy, in order to keep with superhero tradition, and to cover his ass area, but....um....we just don't have the budget for the cape at this time. Gotta keep costs down."
Sure.
As he said that, Mr. Gregg thought to himself that Max's ginormous rump made him more perfect, not less perfect. Maybe a huge booty on a young man wouldn't be everyone's cup of tea but for him, at least, Max's ass turned him on beyond words.
"Oh my, it really looks like the tights are riding up your butt a lot.......I'm not really sure if there's much that we can do about that. I think that that's just the way that the costume is designed. Oh well....hmmm...." said Mr. Gregg as he slowly, carefully parted Max's buttocks. It was as though the tights and the seam were getting sucked into oblivion within the deep, massive chasm between the huge cheeks. Mr. Gregg leaned his face in even further towards the butt to get a more exact look. Max, sensing what he was doing, subtly stuck his butt out towards Mr. Gregg's face so that the oversized buns would be easier to part and so that the boss could look in there deeper.
"Even with though your spandex tights are white, it's still very, very dark in there up that big butt of yours, Max," said Mr. Gregg with a chuckle. "Very dark and very deep. But I guess that's what I get for checking up there, right Max? The costume clearly has some provacative aspects to it but it's not a big deal, correct?
"It's fine, sir," answered Max.
sniff, sniff
Max could hear very soft sniffing sounds coming from Mr. Gregg. It dawned on him that his boss was now quietly, indulgently taking sniffs of his spread butt. Max didn't want to sabotage his chances of getting this promotion so he just pretended that he didn't realize what Mr. Gregg was doing. He just stayed in place--slightly bent over, legs standing apart, with his fat rump jutted at the boss's face. No big deal. Just a costume fitting. Nothing strange going on here.
Mr. Gregg felt entitled to go further. His pushed his nose deep into the boy's big, round butt, savoring the sweaty, stinky aroma that was deep between Max's thick cheeks and in his asshole.
Max could feel Mr. Gregg's breath within his crevice--moist and warm--and now it was getting to the point where it felt as though his boss's nose was practically penetrating his hole. The sniffing sounds got louder and Max could feel the nostrils opening and closing against his pucker. It now felt as though the nose may have pretty much entered his sphincter.
Mr. Gregg sniffed and sniffed while his face became increasingly enveloped by Max's deep, heavy, thick butt. The spandex felt smooth enclosing his nose and rubbing against his face. Mr. Gregg could smell the fibers of the spandex material as well as what could be described as boy sweat and the slight, pungent, sweet, cheesy aroma that was distinctive of Max's butt.
The only thing stopping the tip of Mr. Gregg's nose from literally entering Max's butt hole was the very thin layer of spandex tights buried in Max's ass. Max at least hoped he that his boss enjoyed that smell whether it was subtle or very ripe. This went on for four minutes and then Max finally decided that this was getting way too weird.
"Sir.....are you sniffing my butt?" asked Max (as if there were any real question here).
Mr. Gregg took his face out of Max's ass but was still knelt down just inches from it and seemed as though he was talking more to Max's butt than to Max's face.
Mr. Gregg massaged Max's bottom while he spoke: "Oh....haha.....Max, I just wanted to see if the costume looked right from behind. Thinking about it for a while, you know? I suppose it's fine, even if it's a bit too tight. I did notice that, when getting very close to your butt, I did catch a few whiffs. Even with your tights on, I could smell your butt a little bit while I was checking the costume. But that's okay, Max, it's understandable. It's a hot day, you got sweaty back there, you're a healthy young man, so--naturally--there may be some smell. Nothing to be embarrassed about." Mr. Gregg playfully, lightly spanked Max's cheeks to show that it was all in good fun. Simply two guys bonding.
"I understand, sir," replied Max. This means he got the job right?
The next day, Max clocked in at Fantasy Point at 7am, changed into his superhero tights in the locker room, and stepped out into the sunlit busy park. His bubble butt bouncing and jiggling, he was there to entertain and take pictures with the guests.
From a telescope in his office, Mr. Gregg watched Max working and plotted what his next move would be on (in?) that boy's basketball-like buns.
Meet Max
Max is a 21-year-old bubble-butted white guy who lives on the East Coast of the USA. A nice enough young dude, he always seems to be the center of attention due to his massive butt cakes which stick out like a pair of perfectly round, bouncy, delicious globes. It seems that no one can resist his backside.....
Not dumb really, but not the smartest man on earth, this happy-go-lucky lad lives a generally heterosexual lifestyle (he got married at 19 to his high school sweetheart--they both come from conservative backgrounds) but secretly considers himself bisexual. His same-sex encounters happen through random circumstances and the various "punishments" that he occasionally endures as the result of his beautiful body, gorgeous boyish face, and bodacious ass.
[Yes, these Max stories are inspired by a very real guy but they're just fantasies....as far as I know]
Max has sandy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a toned, athletic body. No matter how much he works out, he can never diminish that gigantic bubble butt of his which he's always had. His bottom seems to get juicier and bigger every day.....
Max should be a model (he's definitely handsome enough!) but he's tried and he finds conventional modeling to be "boring and the pay's not as great as I thought." Plus, he had a hard time getting gigs due to his big ass. As one agent told him "Young man, you're great looking but that bottom of yours is much too much for high fashion! Perhaps you would be suitable for other kinds of modeling....."
Although he's 6'2", Max seems to be taken down a few notches on a regular basis by other men (typically older) who find excuses to punish him for various blunders. They'll take any excuse they can to get their hands, bodies, fingers, faces, (and dicks?) as close as they can to Max's amazing buns.
Max loves sports (playing and watching), working out, video games, hanging out with his friends, meeting new people, dining out, and having fun. He does his best to be a faithful, dutiful, loving husband to his wife, Kara.
He goes to college part-time while working. Max can sometimes be bratty and picky. In the past, he's had a hard time sticking with one job due to his occasional cockiness (which is fine considering that he has a wife with a rich family to go to when he needs cash). But he tries to be responsible when he feels up to it by working in order to have spending money. His newest, and longest, job so far is working at an amusement park. Max can typically be seen in butt-hugging spandex while working at Fantasy Point Amusement Park 15 minutes away from home. They've cast Max as Captain Fantasy, their official superhero spokesman and face character (this was Fantasy Point's gay CEO's big idea) which is completely appropriate....
Max has his faults but at least his bosses at Fantasy Point noticed that crowd attendance has increased by a few million dollars now that they've hired an exceptionally handsome, bubble butt superhero. I wonder why....?
Not dumb really, but not the smartest man on earth, this happy-go-lucky lad lives a generally heterosexual lifestyle (he got married at 19 to his high school sweetheart--they both come from conservative backgrounds) but secretly considers himself bisexual. His same-sex encounters happen through random circumstances and the various "punishments" that he occasionally endures as the result of his beautiful body, gorgeous boyish face, and bodacious ass.
[Yes, these Max stories are inspired by a very real guy but they're just fantasies....as far as I know]
Max has sandy blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a toned, athletic body. No matter how much he works out, he can never diminish that gigantic bubble butt of his which he's always had. His bottom seems to get juicier and bigger every day.....
Max should be a model (he's definitely handsome enough!) but he's tried and he finds conventional modeling to be "boring and the pay's not as great as I thought." Plus, he had a hard time getting gigs due to his big ass. As one agent told him "Young man, you're great looking but that bottom of yours is much too much for high fashion! Perhaps you would be suitable for other kinds of modeling....."
Although he's 6'2", Max seems to be taken down a few notches on a regular basis by other men (typically older) who find excuses to punish him for various blunders. They'll take any excuse they can to get their hands, bodies, fingers, faces, (and dicks?) as close as they can to Max's amazing buns.
Max loves sports (playing and watching), working out, video games, hanging out with his friends, meeting new people, dining out, and having fun. He does his best to be a faithful, dutiful, loving husband to his wife, Kara.
He goes to college part-time while working. Max can sometimes be bratty and picky. In the past, he's had a hard time sticking with one job due to his occasional cockiness (which is fine considering that he has a wife with a rich family to go to when he needs cash). But he tries to be responsible when he feels up to it by working in order to have spending money. His newest, and longest, job so far is working at an amusement park. Max can typically be seen in butt-hugging spandex while working at Fantasy Point Amusement Park 15 minutes away from home. They've cast Max as Captain Fantasy, their official superhero spokesman and face character (this was Fantasy Point's gay CEO's big idea) which is completely appropriate....
Max has his faults but at least his bosses at Fantasy Point noticed that crowd attendance has increased by a few million dollars now that they've hired an exceptionally handsome, bubble butt superhero. I wonder why....?
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