Date: Fri, 1 Apr 2022 02:09:16 -0400
From: SC Walker <scwalkerxxx@gmail.com>
Subject: Luke's Big Butt Chapter 3

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***

Things had been going pretty great. With the absolute shit the past couple
of weeks have been, I was happy to finally get some relief from that non
stop itch in my ass.


Since that Friday night, Sammy had been awesome with helping me
out. Whenever I'd get an itch, I'd just text him, and he'd get over to my
ass ASAP. I knew Sammy was always busy with studying or helping out at his
mom's restaurant, so I was so grateful I had a best bro that would drop
everything to come help me. And I was even more grateful that Sammy didn't
seem to mind sticking his dick in my ass to satisfy that fucking itch.

I thought that woulda made things weird or awkward between us. I mean, come
on, what kind of bro would be OK with sticking their dick in their other
bro? And he took all the stuff about me leaking that lube-like stuff from
my ass and the itch calmly. It made me feel like I was less of a
freak. That I was gonna be OK.

But Sammy was the same around me as he always was. Yeah, sometimes he could
be a little too touchy feely, and he liked to mess with me, but I knew
Sammy always had my back. Case in point, even though he was in AP Calc,
here he was in study hall trying to help me understand fucking remedial
algebra.

Sammy would check my work and try to explain how to get the right solution
to me, but it just went way over my head. How come I could memorize and
understand baseball stats and plays, but this stuff was such a challenge?
Honestly, I was a little jealous of Sammy. Not only was he smooth and
handsome as fuck, getting all the chicks eating out of his hand, he was
also smart and a natural leader. Sometimes I didn't know what he got out of
hanging out with me. Wasn't I just holding him back?

"Yooooooo, Earth to Luke!" Sammy chuckled next to me, waving his hand in
front of my face.

I sat up straight, realizing that I had been staring at Sammy pretty hard
for however long. Damn, I guess sometimes I got a little lost admiring
Sammy's looks. He was taller than me, and in damn good shape, but
leaner. His black hair was always done up in this amazing quiff. His face
was classically handsome, dude could have been a model if he wanted to,
with his bushy, thick eyebrows, high cheekbones, and plump lips. I wonder
what his lips felt like, they seemed pretty soft? Some of the girls Sammy's
dated must know...

Wait, was that a weird thing to think?

"Dude, if you think any harder smoke will come out of your ears." Sammy
slapped my shoulder, startling me out of my daze.

"Sorry man, this stuff is just way too hard for me. I'm pretty braindead
right now. Don't you got a shit ton of other homework to do? You should
work on your own stuff." Sammy flashed me a little smile and shrugged, then
leaned over to grab his AP Calc textbook from his bag. He pulled out his
reading glasses, which would normally make him look nerdy, but for some
reason they looked trendy as fuck on him.

"Alright, fine, but let me know if you need any help." Sammy dove into his
homework. Man, I wish I could be more like him. School has never come
easily to me. Looking at Sammy now, with his thick eyebrows furrowed
together in deep concentration, he had this whole "future college professor
vibe" going for him. Man, no wonder he cleaned up so well with the
chicks. I've never even had a girlfriend `cause I've just never clicked
with a girl, but all the other guys on the team, including Sammy, seem to
just plow through chick after chick, always talking about tits and
ass. Well, when they weren't talking about my ass.

I looked over again. Sammy's eyebrows were so tightly knit together that it
looked like he had a unibrow. He always got like this when he was stressed
or studying. But Sammy had nothing to worry about, I knew more than anyone
that whatever it was, he got this. I brought my fingers in front of his
face, Sammy so deep in concentration he didn't even notice, and then
flicked his forehead, snapping him out of his haze.

"Calm down, bro, if you think any harder smoke will come out of your ears!"
I volleyed back his own comment with a smirk. Sammy cracked a huge grin and
let out a quick laugh. "What's going on?"

"Luke, man, I'm just stressed. Huge calc exam is coming up, and my parents
keep hounding me about being valedictorian." Sammy let out a sigh, his
shoulders heavy with stress. Sammy had this weird thing where he had this
amazing cocky self-confidence most of the time, but every once in a while
he'd get so down and hard on himself. I hated seeing him like that.

"Bro, listen, you got this. How about we hang after school? Get your mind
off things, some stress relief."

Sammy raised his eyebrow at me. "Oh yeah? That kind of stress relief?"

I didn't know what he meant by that kind, maybe he was talking about our
usual hang out pizza, beers, and video games, but whatever it was I was
down if it would help Sammy unwind.

"Yeah, bro. Anything you want." I flashed him a reassuring smile, and he
responded with a huge grin.

"Fuck, Micucci, what would I do without you..."

"C'mon, man, let's bro-hug it out." I pulled Sammy into a hug, wrapping my
beefy arms around his strong capped shoulders. Man, Sammy was taller and
leaner than me but his body was hard. I wonder if the girls he'd been with
liked his smaller frame compared to mine... sometimes I felt like I was too
big all over, not just my ass, and was a little jealous of Sammy. I was a
little on the shorter side, but Sammy looked like he belonged on a runway.

I untensed my muscles to let out of the hug, but Sammy kept on holding on
for some reason. Maybe he was spacing out again. "Duuuude lemme go!
Can't. Breathe," I joked. Sammy pulled away from me and had another serious
face again. I stared back at him,wondering what was on his mind... even
though we were best buds, sometimes I had no idea what he was thinking. I
think his mysterious vibe added to his charm. But looking at him like this,
man, I totally get it. I guess normally people would say brown eyes are
boring, but Sammy's just seem to pull you in.

Sammy leaned forward until he was just a couple inches away from my face,
not breaking eye contact with me. He had this expression on his face, like
the same one the first time after he helped me out with my problem. He
never did say what he wanted to tell me that night... If he leaned forward
just a little bit more, our noses would touch, and even further than that
our lips...

Uh, I mean.

"No homo!" I blurted out, then tried to cover it with a laugh and slapped
him on the shoulder a bit to wake him out of whatever mood he was
in. "Damn, so serious dude!"

Sammy stiffened up and looked down for a second, wiping off that serious
expression and coming back up in a wide grin, which seemed kinda
forced. "Yeah, you're right man. I gotta take it easy, stressing like this
is gonna give me wrinkles. Hey, I'm gonna grab a drink, want anything?"

"Yeah, bro, can you grab me a Monster? I'll pay you back later."

"Don't worry bro, I'll get you a monster later," Sammy said as he gave me a
wink before getting up and walking towards the vending machines.

I wanted to say something because I thought Sammy misunderstood what I just
said. I wanted the Monster now, and I'd pay him later. Before I could
though, he sped out of the study room like he couldn't get out fast
enough. Huh, I guess Sammy must have been really thirsty?

While he was gone I tried to focus back on my algebra homework, but it
literally was just numbers and letters all mixed up together and I couldn't
figure it out. Before I had a chance to really get into it, though, I heard
somebody call my name.

"Micucci!! What's up man?" It was Leo, our third baseman. I looked up to
see him and a couple of other guys on the team, Devin and Darnell, walking
towards me.

I got up from my seat and clasped hands with each of them, pulling them in
for a quick bro hug.

"Not much bro, just trying to get some studying done with Sammy." I
gestured to the textbooks on the table.

At the sound of Sammy's name Leo perked up and started looking around. "Oh
yeah? And where is our fearless leader?"

"He went to grab some drinks from the vending machine."

The guys all exchanged looks to each other, communicating wordlessly like
they were planning a heist. They all took a step closer to me, kinda
getting in my face a bit. I wanted to push them back but didn't want to
come across as an asshole. They were just handsy, it was normal considering
we are all so used to each other.

And then I felt a hand grab my ass.

Leo leaned into my ear and whispered. "So, has Sammy gotten into this yet?"

"Huh?" I had no idea what Leo meant, and I wanted to knock him out for
going a little too far with the bro-hands, but something about feeling his
fingers squeeze my round cheeks just made me... weak in the knees. I had to
lean into him and grab onto his shoulder a bit as shivers ran up my spine.

"Damn, Micucci, why are you all covered up now? I was looking forward to
the view." I realized Leo was talking about my sweats - Sammy had finally
found me a pair of sweatpants that fit over my ass. Sure, we had to pull
the drawstring as tight as we possibly could, but we made it work. And for
once my ass wasn't literally spilling out of those tiny shorts on display
for everyone to gawk at and grab.

For some reason the other guys joined in with Leo, and then I had three
guys with their hands all over my ass, squeezing it, giving it little swats
to make it bounce, all while making suggestive comments right in my
ear. They were so close I could almost feel their tongues touching my ear.

"Fuck, Micucci, ass like this, puts all the other girls to shame."

Then, all of sudden, all three guys took several steps back and cleared
away, looking like they were caught by the cops. I was confused by their
reaction, but then I scanned the room and saw Sammy standing at the
doorway, carrying both of our drinks, looking like he was ready to kill
someone. Spotting the Monster can in his left hand, I guess he hadn't
misunderstood me after all.

"You guys on your best behavior?" Sammy asked sternly.

"Aye, aye, Captain. We weren't doing nothin'," Leo replied
defensively. Sammy was giving him a death glare that just made the
usually-confident Leo crumble. The other two followed suit. Sammy jerked
his back, signaling to the guys he wanted them outside to talk. I think
Sammy probably caught them playing grab-ass with me as a joke and he seemed
kinda pissed about it, but I knew the guys were just messing
around. Typical bro stuff. Sammy could just be weirdly overprotective of me
sometimes.

I couldn't hear what Sammy was saying to the guys, but when they came back
in they seemed to be avoiding looking at me. I guess Sammy must have chewed
them out pretty hard. I'd have to tell him later not to be so harsh on
them, nothing wrong with bros having fun.

"See something you like, Tripod?" Leo called out behind me. I turned around
to see this scrawny short guy with rust-colored hair and glasses staring at
my ass. I'd seen him around before - he was Mark or Matt or something and
he was always carrying around a camera, for some reason.

"Watch where you're going with that thing you donkey dicked dweeb! Didn't
know the school had an open carry policy," Darnell mocked, joining in with
Leo.

Apparently rumors were that despite his small stature he was seriously
packing... down there. I'd never had gym or anything with him before so I
hadn't seen it for myself. But I guess that's why the other guys called him
Tripod, since he was always carrying around a camera and I guess Tripod
meant "third leg". I felt for him, a little. I knew how it sucked to be the
butt of everyone's jokes about an oversized part of your body. But I also
knew the guys were just messing around and nobody ever beat him up or
anything. That doesn't mean I was okay with him staring at my ass. This
wasn't the first time, I'd caught him staring at me tons of times, but
every time I looked back at him he turned and ran in the other direction.

Right now puny Mark was flushed pink with embarrassment and looking down at
the ground. He had his camera around his neck and was holding his backpack
in front of his lap. Damn it, I kinda wanted to see if he had a big
bulge... you know, just to verify if the rumors were true. After fidgeting
for a bit, Mark finally spoke up.

"U-uhm. Hi. Hi, Luke. It's, um, it's Mark from the school newspaper..."
Mark was shivering like a puppy out in the cold and looked like he was
about to get kicked. It was kinda funny watching him nervously stammer as
he tried to talk to me. Guess he was intimidated by us big alpha studs.

"Yeah, get on with, donkey boy." Leo looked like a guard dog baring his
teeth.

"Alright, lay off, man. Let the guy speak." Sammy cut in, always playing
the level-headed leader. He liked to mess around with me but he never
joined in when the guys would turn their jokes onto someone else. He was
like the voice of reason, which I guess is why Coach made him Captain.

"Uh, Luke, s-so, the newspaper wanted to do an article on you and I'm
supposed to take photos so if we could set up some time for me to take
photos of you it would help out a lot I know you're super busy though so
it's ok actually you know what nevermind." Mark suddenly let out a stream
of words that I didn't even catch half of, I don't even know if he breathed
through that entire thing. When he finished talking his shoulders dropped
and he stumbled a little, dropping his bag. My eyes immediately went
directly to his crotch, curious to see if what the guys were saying was
true and...

Goddamn.

I don't know what it was, but Mark clearly had a huge dick print in his
jeans. It almost looked like it reached his knees. Fuck, was that actually
real? It was bigger than Sammy's for sure. Did they even make dicks that
big? I suddenly got kinda self conscious of the size of my own dick. And
then it hit me.

I don't know what triggered it but I started to get itchy out of
nowhere. Or more specifically my hole was like literally throbbing with
that itchy, hungry feeling, and I could feel myself starting to drip down
there too. I really didn't want to ruin the only pair of sweatpants I had
that fit, so I needed to get to the bathroom fast and take care of this
sudden itch that was totally random and had no cause whatsoever.

"Sorry, bathroom." I mumbled while I sped off to the nearest bathroom - no,
not the nearest. I needed to find the one that was most secluded to make
sure I wasn't interrupted again. I was trying to think which bathroom would
be the best, when I heard someone calling my name.

"Yo, Micucci, wait up!" It was Sammy, jogging down the hallway to
me. "Where's the fire?"

"Bro, it's happening again."

"What is?"

"That... the itch thing. In my ass."

"Oh damn, Micucci, now?" Sammy's jaw dropped. Yeah, I was just as shocked
as you that this was happening, bro. I nodded and turned around to show him
that the dripping from my hole was getting heavier and heavier, until there
was a small wet spot right in the seat of my pants. If you didn't know any
better, you might just assume it's sweat from an especially swampy ass. If
only that were the case for me.

"I can't leave you alone for one minute, huh?" Sammy reached his hand to my
ass and gave my big cheeks a rough squeeze. This time it sent shivers up my
spine again, but they were way more intense than when Leo had done it. I
was totally wired, and the more Sammy squeezed and pawed at my ass, the
wetter and itchier it got.

My mind felt like it was melting when Sammy slid his hand under the
waistband of my sweatpants and started kneading my ass directly. It was
tough, considering how tight the sweatpants even wear, but Sammy was able
to get his hand between my fat ass and the fabric. He had to use one hand
to spread my cheeks while he traced my throbbing, itchy hole with the
fingers on his other hand.

"Fuck, how are you already so wet?" Sammy whispered into my ear, his hot
breath on my neck mixed with the shivers up my spine to make me totally
crumple. I had to lean against the locker to steady myself and widened my
stance reflexively as Sammy's fingers spread my hole. I could feel his
fingertips tracing my wet, throbbing ring. I gasped when his finger tip
pressed against my hole, and it seemed to just get sucked in all the way to
the knuckle.

With Sammy leaning in so close, I could feel his hot breath on my neck, his
lips almost brushing up against my skin. The hairs on the back of my neck
stood up and I got goosebumps when I thought about how soft and warm
Sammy's lips must be. If he just leaned in a little bit more, his lips
would make contact with my neck, and I'd finally know what my best bud's
lips felt like. Sammy's mouth on my neck, tongue up against my skin...

I bit into my arm and let out a moan. While I was so lost in thought, I
felt even more fingers prod against my hole and join Sammy's first
finger. My eyes fluttered and I let out another moan as Sammy shoved two
more fingers into my hungry hole, pushing them in and out, trying to dig
deep for that itchy spot up my hole.

"Fuck buddy, looks like you're hungry for more. You're getting me so
excited." I didn't know what Sammy meant by that, I guess I was feeling
hungry, but what was he so excited about? Then I looked down and saw that
Sammy had a huge tent in his skintight jeans. Holy shit, for some reason
Sammy was rock hard as he dug out his best bro's weird wet ass-itch!

I gasped out between sharp intakes of breath and low moans as Sammy began
to rhythmically move his fingers in and out of my hole. Without warning, he
was picking up the pace, slamming his fingers all the way inside and
twisting them a bit to scratch that itch, then pulling them all the way
out. I yelped and shifted my hips, subconsciously pushing my ass back to
meet Sammy's fingers every time he pulled them out of my ass. I really
hated the empty feeling when Sammy pulled his fingers out, it felt so good
when he had his fingers all the way inside.

Without realizing it, my hand had fallen to my side and was brushing up
against Sammy's impressive tent. Sammy pushed his hips forward slightly and
nudged the palm of my hand with his tent. Without thinking, I clasped my
fingers over the thick rod nearly bursting out of his jeans. I could feel a
little wet spot at the tip as I rubbed my thumb over it.

"I can't take it anymore. C'mere." He growled in my ear and tugged on my
arm, pulling me into the nearest restroom. I had no idea if this one was
safe or not, my brain was too foggy with that itchy hungry feeling to think
straight.

Luckily, it seemed like the bathroom was empty. Before I had a chance to
say anything, Sammy pushed me up against a wall outside the handicap stall
and roughly pulled my sweats down to my ankles.

"Fuck bro, what are you doing? Wha-" I lost my grip and slammed face first
against the wall, the cool tile stinging my face. Sammy grabbed my massive
cheeks hard, his fingers digging into them, and pried them open. Then, I
felt something wet and hot rub against my hole.

I was horrified when I realized what Sammy was doing. For some reason, my
best bro had shoved his face in between my oversized ass cheeks and was
lapping away at my itchy hole. Maybe Sammy knew something that I didn't,
like that saliva would help with the itch. That was probably it, because
whatever Sammy was doing with his tongue felt really damn good.

He started by licking around my ring with the tip of his tongue, which
honestly made my hole drip even harder. Then he was lapping at my hole and
licking up the weird lube-like stuff coming out. As he got more forceful
with his tongue, and my asshole got softer and more pliable, Sammy was able
to open me up and push the tip of his tongue into my hole, spearing me open
and tasting my insides.

I realized then that my best bro was full on making out with my hole. And
now I had an idea about how good his lips felt when he kissed his
girlfriends, because right now they were pressed up against my tight ring
while his tongue flicked and twirled inside me, sending shocks of pleasure
and making me full-on gush. Sammy was slurping up my ass juice like it was
the best tasting thing in the world while his lips formed a tight seal over
my hole, so not a drop was spilled. I couldn't believe I was forcing my
best bro to gulp down my ass juice! I felt really embarrassed, but also so
grateful that Sammy was taking care of me like this, I'm sure he must be at
least a little grossed out.

I couldn't stop myself from moaning, it felt too fucking good. Sammy must
have gotten a lot of practice with his tongue from making out and eating
out his girlfriends, because damn his tongue was like magic. Finally, he
pulled his face out from between my cheeks and took in a couple of deep
breaths.

"Fuck, can't breathe in that thing, Micucci." I could only moan as Sammy
slapped my fat ass, making it jiggle and bounce. "Haha, shut up man, we're
gonna get caught if you're too loud."

Before I figured out what was going on, Sammy pushed his fingers into my
mouth, I guess to muffle my moans. A sweet yet musky taste filled my mouth,
which just seemed to enhance the itch and the pleasure I was already
feeling. I then realized that Sammy had taken the hand he had used to shove
his fingers into my ass and was now in my mouth. I was tasting my own
ass-juice. Okay, I kinda realized now why Sammy had just been licking at my
hole, because this stuff tasted kinda good.

"Damn, Micucci you're always perfectly prepared, clean and lubed up." I
looked over my shoulder to see my best bud, who just had his face in
between my ass cheeks, my weird ass-juice dripping down his chin.

I couldn't really respond to that, and tell him that I wasn't prepared for
anything, since his fingers were still in my mouth and I was too busy
sucking on them to taste that delicious weird juice that was coming out of
my ass.

In a flash, I was shoved into the handicap stall, bent over the toilet and
steadying myself against the wall. I was leaning so far forward that my
face was up against the cool tile again. Luckily the tile seemed to muffle
my moans as I felt something huge and hard press against my hole. This
definitely wasn't Sammy's tongue. No, this huge thing felt familiar, which
meant it could only be one thing - his cock.

Sammy squeezed my waist as he drove his hips forward, his cock sliding into
me easily after all the work he did to get me loose by making out with my
hole. I could only squirm as I felt all of his thick inches spread my ass
walls until I felt my round ass press against his wiry black pubes. He
waited in this position for several seconds, giving me enough time to
adjust, but for some reason I wanted more.

My eyes wandered to the side of the bathroom stall, where there was plenty
of graffiti. I noticed the usual "Sharon is a big slut", "Call me XXX" type
stuff, but one of them caught my eye. It was like a drawing of a stick
figure, but bent over, with two big round circles behind his
legs. Underneath, written in blocky letters, was "LICK MY COOCHIE!" Wait,
that sounded kinda familiar...

Before I could figure it out, though, Sammy moaned "Fuuuuuuuuck....this
pussy, bro.... Best I've ever had," into my ear, which for some reason made
me take over a bit. I pushed my hips forward, sliding a couple inches off
his cock, then drove backwards and SLAMMED my fat ass back onto him. It
felt so good when Sammy bottomed out inside me, his cockhead was like
laser-targeted on that itchy spot. It was like he was slamming into a
button in my ass that activated the pleasure zones in my brain. I was
moving automatically as I pumped and gyrated my hips onto Sammy's dick
while he just stood there.

"Bro, slow down... bro, I'm gonna cum..." Normally I would do what Sammy
asked me, but for some reason when he said he was gonna cum, it just made
me move my hips even faster. I tried to focus on my glutes and squeeze onto
his cock, picking up the pace as I pushed back and forth onto his rod, my
cheeks audibly clapping every time I slammed my fat ass into Sammy.

"Bro! Stop!" Sammy moaned again, but I was in another world. I don't know
why, but I really wanted Sammy to cum. It felt so good last time when he
came in my ass, as weird as that sounds. Like rubbing ointment on jock itch
or something. Well, I guess that's what this was. Just a different kind of
jock itch, and the ointment just happened to be my best bro's cum.

"FUCK IT!" Sammy groaned. I kept squeezing, my hole clamped down onto his
fat cock. Sammy grabbed my waist and started to meet my slams, his hips
driving into my ass while I pushed back onto his cock. I was losing it, in
another world, not caring how much noise we were making or the fact that my
best friend's cock was inside my ass and it felt really good.

Suddenly, I felt it. The pleasure button that Sammy kept hitting also
seemed to build up pressure inside my ass. The pressure was getting to be
too much, it wasn't painful, but it was a different kind of uncomfortable
feeling. It was building up to something, but I didn't know what.

"God-fucking-damn, Micucci, can't believe how hungry your cunt is..." As
soon as Sammy uttered those words into my ear, I went over the edge. My
entire body shuddered. Right as the wave of pleasure came crashing down
onto me and I was about to yell out in orgasmic relief, Sammy clasped his
hand over my mouth to shut me up. For some reason, this just made
everything more intense, my eyes rolling back into my head as I felt my
hole clamp down on his dick and gush out juice from my stretched out ring
onto Sammy's lap and probably the floor.

My asshole clenched and squeezed Sammy's thick cock and I rolled my hips
one last time before I saw stars. My entire vision went white as I felt my
hole squirt out a huge amount of juice, probably splashing all over Sammy
and getting onto the floor too. Just a torrent of ass-jizz gushing out of
me as I was stuffed full of my best bro's cock. What the fuck was happening
to me?

The relief of that pressure finally bursting and letting out all the juice
that had been building up inside me was soon followed by a whole different
type of overwhelming pleasure. Sammy groaned "Oh, FUCK!!" into my ear one
last time, then I felt several shots of warm, hot cum hit my insides,
filling me up. Normally I'd be grossed out that my bro's cum was inside me,
but the warm, gooey load just seemed to solve all my problems. I could only
moan in return as the steady stream of juice gushing from my hole slowed
down, replaced by Sammy's warm jizz.

We stood there, Sammy's cock still inside me, out of breath from what was
truly rigorous fuck. Wait, fuck? Did Sammy just fuck me? No, he was just
helping me out. He knew there was an itch in my ass and for whatever reason
his cock and cum fixed it. There was no way that my best bro would actually
even want to fuck me, right? And there was no way that an alpha jock stud
like myself would ever even get fucked anyways.

As my body relaxed and came down from the high of that squirting, I was
able to think more clearly. No, this was just my best bro helping me out. I
was so grateful that Sammy always had my back, and I would do anything to
support him in return.

I turned around to look at Sammy, our eyes meeting once again. He had that
same look on his face as before, like he wanted to say something to me. He
took a big gulp of air and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against my
shoulder.

"Fuck, Miccuci, what do you do to me?" His voice was gravelly and
throaty. I felt kinda bad, since I guess it was clear that helping me out
took a lot out of him. I knew I had to repay him somehow.

"Thanks, so much bro, it's gone now...I owe you big time. I'll do
anything."

Sammy perked right up. "Anything? You sure?" Sammy sounded really excited.
I didn't know what he was planning, what I could possibly do to repay him
for the help he's given me, but I knew that whatever it was I was going to
do it.