Date: Mon, 30 May 2022 19:11:51 -0400
From: SC Walker <scwalkerxxx@gmail.com>
Subject: Luke's Big Butt Chapter 5

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***

Ever since I had that fight with Sammy, things have been pretty damn
awkward. I felt like the team really rallied behind him instead of me, as
if I was the one who had fucked up. Which wasn't fair, because Sammy lied
to me and kissed me out of nowhere. But instead, everyone was comforting
him.

I was walking down the hall and spotted a gang of guys from the team
together. As I got closer, I almost called out to them when I realized they
were all crowded around Sammy, who looked just awful. Dude's eyes were red
rimmed and a little puffy, and he had dark circles under them like he
hadn't slept in days. He had probably been crying and not sleeping, which
was so unlike Sammy. He'd never gotten this upset when a chick dumped him
after finding out he was a player. Devin had his arm around Sammy's
shoulders, muttering something nonstop into his ear. I did feel a little
guilty for a second - did I do that to Sammy? But then I remembered that he
was the liar and the one who started everything, so it wasn't my fault. I
mean, yeah, I did say something really awful to him, but he was the one who
accused me of being gay.

As I got closer to the guys, everyone suddenly became aware of my
presence. Sammy's eyes shot straight down, like he couldn't even look me in
the eyes. Devin just looked me right into the eye then shook his head.

I wanted to talk to Sammy, maybe try to sort this all out, but I didn't
want to do it in front of the guys. Usually they were always messing
around, having fun, but everyone seemed like they were so serious now.

"Sammy, bro, can we talk?"

Before Sammy could even respond, Leo stepped in front of him and forcibly
said "Hey man, not now." All the other guys seemed to be backing Leo.

The sting of rejection, not just from Sammy, but from the rest of the team
too, really hurt.

I didn't know who to turn to. Then I realized there was someone who always
had my back - Coach Tom. I said fuck it about my first period class, went
straight to his office and knocked on his door.

"Luke? Come in. What's going on with you and Sammy?"

I was surprised Coach went straight to the point, but he was always a no
bullshitter, so it wasn't out of the ordinary for him. He treated us like
we were adults, not just a bunch of kids. No beating around the bush.

"What do you mean, Coach?" As much as I wanted Coach's support, I didn't
really feel like going into detail about our fight. I'd be so fucking
embarrassed if anyone found out what me and Sammy had been doing, I mean,
what he was doing to me.

"Luke, Sammy came in this morning and quit the team. I have to choose a new
captain now, and get Ryan, our alternate pitcher, up to speed."

Wait, what. What!?

"Sammy quit the team?"

"Yes, Luke. What the hell happened? He seemed really upset. I heard the
other guys talking, it seems like something went down between the two of
you."

"Well, Coach... yeah, it's true, Sammy and I did have a... fight, I
guess. But I had no idea he was going to quit!"

Coach sighed and leaned back in his chair, putting his powerful arms behind
his head, which really showed off his huge biceps. "Listen, Luke. You and
Sammy have been inseparable since you were kids. I really doubt whatever
happened is going to be permanent. And you know I'm not a hard ass, but
this is going to seriously affect team morale. All I'm asking is that you
try to fix things between the two of you."

Man, why was it up to me to fix things? Sammy should be the one
apologizing, not me. I wasn't going to give in until he did. But I still
told Coach that I'd do my best, just to get him off my back.

For the rest of the day, I avoided Sammy and the guys on the team. Luckily
Sammy and I had no classes together, so there weren't any awkward incidents
besides seeing each other in the hall. At least, until lunch.

I walked into the lunchroom and made my way to the table in the back where
the team always sat. As I got closer, I saw the team all sitting with
Sammy, who had his head in his hands. They all seemed to be muttering stuff
to him, like they were trying to cheer him up or something. Even though he
wasn't on the team anymore, he was still sitting with them. I felt so
awkward, there was no way I could go over there. The rest of the team just
turned to me and stared me down. I didn't think they were mad at me, they
probably just wanted me to give Sammy some space. Usually when one of us
was rejected by a girl, the whole team would show up and be like "Man, fuck
her, she was a bitch anyways". I wonder if that was what they were saying
about me? I was still pissed off that they seemed to be treating Sammy like
he was the victim here, when he was the one who lied to me!

It wasn't worth it to have a confrontation, so I decided to find another
place to sit. Scanning the room, my eyes fell on a table in the corner with
a single person there. A rail thin, short guy with reddish brown hair... oh
shit, that's Mark! Hm, maybe talking to Mark wouldn't be such a bad idea. I
doubt he'd ask about the whole Sammy thing.

Mark looked up from his camera as I got closer, unintentionally casting a
shadow over him. His eyes immediately bugged out like a rabbit that just
got caught by a wolf. I don't get why he was always so nervous around me -
yeah, I was an alpha stud, but I wasn't an asshole.

"Hey, uh, Mark, right? Is it okay if I sit here?"

Mark looked over his shoulder at The Table, then looked back at
me. "Uhm... L-Luke... don't you usually, um, sit with the other baseball
guys?"

Ugh, I really didn't want to explain what had happened to little Mark; we
weren't even friends. I tried to play it off casually.

"Yeah but they got something going on right now and I wanted to get some
peace and quiet. So, can I sit here?" I really hoped Mark said yes, sitting
with anybody is better than sitting all by yourself.

"Yeah, uhm, I guess so..." Mark looked around frantically, and back over
his shoulder at the table. "Hey, this isn't like a prank or something,
right?"

I felt kinda bad. Is that what Mark thought about me? That I was the kind
of guy who would play a cruel prank on him, like we were the jock and nerd
from a bad Netflix movie. Fuck that, I wasn't an asshole. And I was gonna
prove it to Mark so he would stop looking at me like I was going to hit
him. If the team wanted to side with Sammy, I guess I just needed to make
new friends.

I sat down in the seat and started in with my lunch. I was damn hungry, but
I couldn't help but notice Mark kept staring at me while I ate, fiddling
with his camera.

"Hey, what've you been working on?" I asked, gesturing to his camera.

"W-what? You mean the photo stuff? Well, I was doing portraits for the
athletes, like action shots of them at practice or during games. Uhm, I had
asked you to sign a form and let me take some pics?" he replied sheepishly.

"Oh damn, really man? I'm so sorry, I just got a lot going on right now. Do
you have that form with you now?"

Mark nodded and rummaged around in his backpack, pulling out a single piece
of paper. I quickly signed it and handed it back to him. I did feel kinda
bad because he's been asking me to sign it for a couple weeks, I just kept
forgetting. I've had a lot on my plate with the Sammy stuff and my weird
ass changes.

"Can I see?" I had no idea why Mark was always so nervous to talk to me, I
knew he was shy but sometimes it felt like I was the only person he was
this shy towards. Could he be afraid of me? I didn't want anyone to think I
was an asshole, so I decided to try and make nice with Mark.

"You mean, see the photos? Uhm, I mean, sure. OK."

Mark got up a little from the table to more easily hand the camera
across. When he stood up there was a loud THUMP and the table rocked a
bit. What the hell was that? I looked up to see

Mark's pale face turn bright pink, looking like he wanted to die from
embarrassment. It was kinda cute actually.

Wait, cute?

I didn't get a chance to think about that because Mark shoved his camera
into my face. I grabbed it, flipping through the pics he had taken on the
little screen. Honestly, Mark's stuff was awesome. I always saw him around
with a camera but had no idea he could actually take good pictures. I
stopped on one pic of Jordan O'Keefe, our star quarterback. The way Mark
had taken the picture, it was like Jordan was going super speed while the
rest of the world was in slow-mo, like in that superhero movie.

I tried to focus on the photos, but for some reason my hole was throbbing
again. I guess I hadn't done anything since the fight with Sammy... damn,
what the hell happened to me? A couple days without Sammy and I was
starting to go crazy again. I tried to fight it but the throbbing sensation
just made me squirm in my seat.

"Damn, Mark, this one is fucking awesome! I could see this on the front
cover of a magazine. I don't know shit about photos, but they look great to
me. Is this what you want to do?"

I looked up to see Mark, even brighter pink than he had been before. He
looked down a little as the pink spread to his ears.

"Actually... um. My parents want me to major in Chemical Engineering. Wait,
I mean, I want to major in it too. I'm not good enough to be a professional
photographer. It's just a hobby."

"Man, fuck your parents! No offense, but that's shitty. I don't let anybody
talk me out of playing baseball. I'm gonna play ball in college, then go
pro. There's no doubt."

Mark just shook his head. "Thanks, Luke... that's really nice of you to
say. But there is no way my parents would let me major in anything else,
so... Anyways, it means a lot coming from you."

I wasn't sure why what I had to say meant a lot to Mark, but I was happy
that he seemed like he was doing better. Mark always went around like a
shivering puppy, and yeah, he's still shy, but I can tell he's warming up
to me. Maybe having friends outside of the team wasn't such a bad idea.

"Damn, looks like you got it all figured out then. I haven't even picked
which school I'm going to yet, I'm still fielding a couple different
recruiters. I want to make sure wherever I go, I get to play. A lot of
colleges just put their freshmen on the bench until their sophomore year."

"I'm sure anywhere you go, you'll be the star player. I mean, you just have
that star quality to you. I can totally see you in a magazine, flashing
your smile, showing off that big b-!"

Mark's eyes suddenly blew out in shock as he clamped right up, put his face
in his hands and let out a groan. Dude was looking like he was gonna have a
little freakout, but I had no idea why. I guess talking about college was
stressful for him. With his strict-ass parents, that seemed like the case.

I reached across the table and put my hand on his shoulder, giving him a
little squeeze of reassurance. Man, Mark was thin as fuck! Dude was like a
stick, all skin and bones. I wonder if he'd ever consider working out,
bulking up a little bit. He'd probably look really good with some more meat
on his bones.

And again, my hole fucking throbbed as soon as I made contact with
Mark. What the fuck? Was it because of Mark? No way, he was just a skinny
little nerd.

Mark pulled his face out of his hands and looked at my hand on his
shoulder, fear in his eyes. It was like he thought my hand was a huge-ass
spider or something. I quickly pulled it away to not to make it worse, I
guess trying to comfort him backfired. I still felt like I wanted to do
something though. Maybe it was because I was still feeling so shitty about
Sammy, but I wanted to help cheer little Mark up a little bit. Suddenly, I
had an idea.

"Hey Mark, you know we're having a big game on Friday, right? Why don't you
come check me, I mean it, out? You could take those pictures of me in
action, if you want," I said, handing Mark's camera back to him.

"Really? Wow, Luke, that would be great. I'll definitely go. I've never
been to a baseball game before."

"Really, dude? Well, I'll hit a homer for you then!"

There goes that pink blush again. Dude was so easy to compliment, but I
knew he didn't have many friends. Guess that's why it meant a lot to him.

"Thanks, Luke. You're so nice. I always thought you were so like... big and
intimidating. I was afraid to approach you. Especially because your friends
keep tormenting me."

I remembered how Leo and the other guys had talked shit about Mark for
having a really big dick. To be fair, after what I saw, I think it's
true. But there's nothing wrong with a big dick, right? Actually, it's
probably better. You know what they say, the bigger the better. Man, why
the fuck is my hole throbbing so much!?

"Seriously, just ignore them. They're always talking shit, it's all bark
and no bite. They always have jokes about everyone, finding something to
poke fun at. They even do it to me, always going on and on about how big my
ass is, just because one time I accidentally knocked my drink off my desk
with my butt. So I get how it is."

Mark giggled a little bit, and it was nice to see him loosening up more
around me. `Well... it is pretty big... uh, I mean..." He suddenly got all
shy again and looked away from me.

I took advantage of his momentary distraction to reach into the waistband
of my shorts. I made it seem like I was just scratching my ass, which I
guess I technically was, but fuck I just needed to see what was up with my
hole. Oh no. As soon as my fingers touched my tight little hole I felt it
quiver and then some of that weird lube squirted right out onto my
fingers. Fuck! I quickly pulled out my hand and wiped it on my shorts. I
needed to take care of this soon.

"Uh, hey dude, I think I gotta get going soon. Bell's about to ring. I'll
catch ya later."

"Wait, would it be ok if I took a picture of you now? Just as you are."

"Sure thing, dude!" Not wanting to disappoint Mark, I flashed my best smile
as Mark lined up his camera. After hearing the click of the shutter, he
turned his camera around to show me. I was totally floored, the way the
light from the windows hit me, I looked like I was all golden. It was
really artsy, I guess Mark can take those kinds of pics too.

"Mark, this is fucking incredible! Definitely don't give up on this." The
bell suddenly rang, so Mark and I began gathering up our stuff to go to our
next class (Algebra II for me, AP English for him). "Hey, hit me up after
the game. Maybe we could hang out afterwards."

"Oh! T-thanks, Luke. I'd... well I'd really like that. I'll see you after
the game on Friday then."

"Yeah, for sure man! See ya later."

As Mark got up I saw that he was still holding his backpack in front of
him, like he was trying to conceal his crotch. Man, I can't believe my
so-called `friends' were getting to Mark! He was a surprisingly cool guy
and didn't deserve that shit. Before I could say anything, Mark sped off
into the nearest bathroom at max speed. I didn't even know that little guy
could move that fast. Guess he really had to take a leak.

I also needed to get into a bathroom to take care of my uh, problem. But
definitely couldn't go into the same one as Mark! I decided to skip third
period too and try to find an empty bathroom so I could slap and finger my
tight, wet little pucker.

--

For the rest of the week, I was a mess. Literally. I had to get up and go
to the bathroom several times throughout the day to wipe all the excess
ass-goo coming out of me. I got used to fingering myself a little bit, just
to try and push some of it out. And, worst of all, my hole was driving me
crazy! It was twitching, throbbing, and itching all at once. Sometimes it
throbbed so hard it made me yelp. I'd have to shove my fist into my mouth
just to muffle it. I thought that if I touched it enough, it would go away,
but I think that just made it worse.

I probably should have said something to Coach, like that I was sick and
needed to take a break. But, after Sammy left, I knew team morale was in
the gutters. Sammy really was the glue holding us together. And since I was
the star batter, I knew that if I left too there was no way we would win.

And that's how I ended here, bottom of the ninth, bases loaded, tied with
Rockhale High. ROCKHALE FUCKING HIGH. We DESTROYED them easily for four
years straight! There was no way we could be this close to losing!

I knew it was my fault. It's hard to concentrate when your hole is
throbbing uncontrollably, and I struck out several times. Me! Striking out!
I haven't done that since Little League. Not only that, but without Sammy
around, I was out of sync. I kept misreading Ryan's signals and missing
easy pitches. Rockhale even got to steal some bases because I couldn't
focus on the field. I even dropped the ball once! With Sammy, it was like
we were telepathically connected, I always knew what kind of pitch he was
going to throw. Now, I was just totally lost.

"Luke, we need you at your best. I know you're having an off day, but
you're our best batter. We need a grand slam; I know you can deliver. Get
to it!" Coach Tom patted my ass as I left the dugout, which for some reason
caused another wave of hole throbbing.

And now the pressure was real. Winning or losing the game, it was all up to
me. I could see my bros staring me down, basically saying `Don't fuck this
up, Luke'. I really didn't want to let them down. As good as I am, there
are times when I get hard on myself, and I don't feel like I'm good
enough. Whenever that happened, Sammy would be there to tell me how awesome
I was and help me feel better. As I walked to home plate, I looked around
in the stands, trying to spot Sammy. I didn't see his perfectly coiffed
dark brown hair or his handsome face anyways. I was really hoping he would
show up to support me, I mean the team, but I guess the wound was too
fresh.

I did see someone else in the stands though. Mark's red hair made him stick
out like a sore thumb. He was holding his camera up, totally focused on
taking pictures. Of me. I could see the flash from his camera going off and
on. I did tell him I was going to hit a homer for him, and it's kinda nice
to have someone who was totally focused on me. Like my own personal
fanboy. Fuck it, I'm going to win the game, and Mark will take a picture of
me doing it. I'll become a hero.

I readied my bat; everything was like in slow motion. As soon as the pitch
was thrown, I lined my bat up perfectly and swung with all my
might... Except in the exact moment before my bat made contact with the
ball, a powerful, earth-shaking throb radiated out from my hole into the
rest of my body, making my knees buckle and throwing me off my balance. I
whiffed the swing, hitting the ball off my mark and sending it into the
stands. Foul ball.

No, I can't let myself lose to my fucking weird ass. This wasn't going to
be my downfall. I tried to will my hole to stop, but the throbbing was just
too strong. It was this crazy intense feeling of emptiness and
hunger. Fuck, I just needed... I knew exactly what I needed, but I would
never admit it.

I fully missed the second ball, again because my ass twitched so violently
it made me yelp in shock. And that's how it came down to this. Last ball,
last chance. I switched from willing my ass to calm down into full on
begging. Please, weird fucking ass. Just stop, just enough for me to hit
this ball. Then I'll get you what you need.

As I swung my bat, the most powerful twitch yet sent shockwaves throughout
my body, and I felt my hole clench and then spurt a huge amount of my
ass-go into my pants. My mind went blank for a split second and when I came
to Rockhale High was cheering like crazy. I looked at my team. I've never
seen a look of disappointment and anger like that before. I could only hope
that they wouldn't notice the huge wet spot over the seat of my pants, that
would be the only saving grace.

Once we got to the locker room, the other guys didn't even talk to me. The
mood was somber, with a lot of tension. Coach didn't even do one of his pep
talks after our rare losses. He only said to me "We'll talk about this
later, Luke". Everybody on the team just avoided me. I couldn't undress,
because I didn't want them to see how soaked my big ass was, because I
could still feel my hole spurting and leaking that goo down my legs.

I waited until the rest of the team had left to start undressing to take a
shower. Maybe I would be able to get some privacy so I could finger
myself... uh, I mean relieve my tension. I was still in my jockstrap when I
got up to grab a towel, barely fitting it around my waist thanks to my fat
ass. As I walked to the showers, I stopped in front of a mirror. It's been
a while since I've looked at my ass... could it have gotten bigger?

I dropped the towel and looked at my body. Still a beast, my biceps looking
perfect, my abs rock hard, I knew I was a stud. A big alpha jock. Except
for that ass. I turned to the side. Ok, yeah, my ass was really big. I knew
that, but it fucking SUCKED. Everyone couldn't stop talking about it,
touching it, I've caught people in the hallways staring me down and some
have even tried to slap it. They had no idea how hard it was to find pants
that fit or go through underwear like tissue paper. The only person who had
any idea how I felt would probably be Mark.

I turned so my ass was facing the mirror, looking over my shoulder. Holy
shit. If I thought my ass was big before, this was insane. My ratty
jockstrap, now soaked with my ass juice, was clearly pushed to its absolute
limits, my cheeks were so huge that I could barely see the straps. I
grabbed my ass, just to feel it and damn, my ass was powerful and muscular
but also so soft and jiggly that one sudden move would send it bouncing
like crazy. I already knew that because I could hear my own ass clap while
I ran the bases earlier. It did feel kinda good to bounce and jiggle my
cheeks, though.

I bent over and looked under my legs. Holy shit. My hole was tight, small
and pink, almost a bubble-gum pink. I normally didn't really know what my
asshole looked like, but I felt like my hole had changed shape a little,
somehow. That's impossible right? But why else would my tight tiny little
pinprick hole become slightly slit-shaped? Another glob of that weird ass
goo bubbled out from my hole, and I groaned as it fell to the ground and
splattered on the floor.

I spread my cheeks with one hand, and I brought a finger up to my hole with
the other. As soon as my fingertip grazed my pink slit, it was instantly
sucked in to the knuckle. The sensation of having something in my ass sent
shivers down my spine, and I let out a loud moan of relief. "Holy
fuuuuuuck..." echoed throughout the empty locker room as I started to push
my finger in and out of my hole, quickly adding another finger to get more
of a stretch. Fuck it felt so wet and velvety like... like a fucking pussy
(I imagine).

My hole was so slick and wet... there was no resistance as I sawed my
fingers in and out. Every time I plunged down to my knuckles, I felt a
little twinge. Not deep enough... was all I could think. The throbbing,
hungry feeling in my ass just fell so... damn... deep. I remembered how
Sammy's dick felt, how it would get so much deeper than my fingers, reach
that spot, fuck it felt so good. Sammy always made me feel good. A part of
me misses it, like seriously my hole is going out of control, I haven't
gone this long without Sammy's dick scratching that itch since we started
doing that.

There was a little nub in my ass, a couple inches deep, and when I pressed
on it I got shivers. It was almost like being on the verge of
cumming... which I hadn't done in a while either. But then I looked down
and saw... my dick was hard. It was hard from me fingering my ass. What the
hell?

My dick has never gotten hard like this before. Is this cuz I'm so pent up?
Or because I haven't scratched that itch in so long? Oh, well. I shouldn't
think about this. Every time I pumped my fingers, a little jolt went
straight to my dick. I braced myself against the wall with one hand,
leaning my forehead on the mirror, while pumping my fingers deep into my
ass... Fuck, I almost felt like I could cum just from fingerbanging
myself...

My hole at this point was full on spurting out tons of that weird assgoo
onto my fingers, making it easier to slip them in and out. I pulled them
out a couple of times, then slapped my hole HARD, just to get that rough
feeling. Sammy spanked my fat ass a couple of times before, it felt kinda
good, my big round jock bubble bouncing and jiggling together... FUCK!

I tried to grab one of my cheeks with my hand, but at this point, my
fingers were so covered in that lube that I couldn't grab onto
them. Instead, my grasping and grabbing just made them shift and jiggle, I
was able to pull my ass cheeks apart but then my fingers slipped, and my
round cakes bounced back like elastic and clapped together, the clap
echoing throughout the locker room.

I started picking up the pace, my pumps getting more desperate, my fingers
trying to reach deeper and deeper to scratch that itch. FUCK, I wanted to
scratch it!! Fuck I wanted that deep stretch when Sammy put his dick in me,
when his cockhead would hit that spot inside me that just made me fucking
SQUIRT.

I was right there, on the edge of cumming, I could feel that pressure in my
dick building up... when I heard a noise somewhere in the locker
room. FUCK, I was so close too! But I didn't want to get caught. I pulled
my fingers out of my ass, whimpering at feeling so empty again, and looked
around to find the source of that noise.

I didn't have to look far, because little Mark was standing several feet
away from me, partially hidden by a locker, with a bat on the floor
nearby. He must have knocked it over while he was sneaking around.

"What the FUCK, Mark!?" That came across angrier than I intended, but I was
so disappointed at getting interrupted and not being able to just let my
slicked-up hole SQUIRT like I knew it wanted to.

Mark flinched and stepped back in surprise. I grabbed my towel from the
floor and wrapped myself in it, then got closer to him.

"Mark, what the fuck are you doing here?"

"Luke! I'm so so sorry. I, uh, well I didn't see you leave, I wanted to
show you the pictures I had taken... I didn't mean to um... interrupt..."

I sighed. I promised that I wouldn't be a jerk to Mark, but I needed to
work my ass over ASAP. I needed to get rid of him.

"Look, Mark, you can show me later, I just..."

Before I could even finish my thought, my eyes fell to his crotch. I don't
even know if I could call it a crotch at this point.

Holy fucking shit. Mark's cock was clearly rock hard and threatening to
burst through his jeans. They were trying their best to hold down what was
just a massive, thick, throbbing piece of meat. I knew Mark was hung
but... somehow, despite having a bulge even while soft, he was STILL a
grower too!

A strange thought invaded my head. I wonder what it looks like
naked. And... if Sammy's dick scratched that spot inside me, well... Mark's
dick was clearly even bigger.

"Holy shit, Mark!" I gasped, unable to peel my eyes away from that mammoth
meat stuffed inside his little nerd jeans. How did somebody his size have
something like THAT?

"No!! No, Luke I'm sorry... no! I didn't mean to, please don't hit me!"
Mark cowered in front of me, both hands covering his crotch in a futile
attempt to hide it. Which he clearly couldn't do, because even with both
hands he only covered about half of his crotch.

"Fuck, Mark... What the fuck is this thing?? What the hell... why are you
even hard?"

I heard a sharp intake of breath, and I was able to pull my eyes away for a
split second to look Mark in the eyes. His were totally bugged out, in
shock or fear, I didn't know. He looked like a kid caught stealing from the
cookie jar...

Wait.

I know I'm usually slow on the uptake, but the gears in my head were
turning. I was fingering my ass in the locker room... Mark clearly saw
me... now Mark has an insanely massive throbbing boner.

Holy shit.

"Dude, are you into me? Were you watching me??"

Mark covered his face with his hands, allowing me a good look at his crotch
again, and nodded a couple of times.

"Mark, fuck, dude... were you getting off on me? Fingering my ass?"

The trembling little nerd could only nod again.

I don't know what came over me but, fuck. I knew I needed Mark inside me.

I turned around, facing my cheeks towards him. I bent over slightly and
reached back to grab one of my cheeks, spreading them wide so I could show
him my pink, twitching hungry af hole.

"You like this, Mark? This fucking huge baseball jock butt? My big round
cheeks, so fucking soft but strong..." I don't know what came over me, why
I was talking like this, it was like I was possessed. Like the animalistic
hungry part of me was just taking control and I was along for the ride.

"Fuck, Mark, take a good fucking look. It's so fucking hungry... Do you
like my ass? What do you wanna do to it?"

I heard another sharp intake of breath and Mark exclaim "HOLY SHIT!" under
his breath.

I turned around, ending Mark's little show. Fuck, somehow his dick looked
even bigger, and there was a HUGE wet spot near his knee. That monster was
precumming, holy shit.

"Fuck Mark... show me how hard I make you. Take off your fucking pants."

Mark just looked at me in total shock and disbelief, frozen in place. I
could see his dick twinge in his pants, the wet spot near his knee
growing. FUCK.

"Fuck, I need this." I grunted in frustration, for some reason so desperate
to see what Mark's cock looked like uncovered. "Take it off, NOW."

Mark sprang into action, frantically undoing his belt and zipper, then slid
his jeans down enough to expose the root of his massive cock. He hauled his
dick out of his pants... and holy. Fucking. SHIT!!

Mark's dick was a fucking MONSTER. It looked like I could barely fit my
fingers around the base, it must have been thicker than a fucking can of
pop. It looked fucking hefty too, I could see it throbbing in Mark's hand
as he pulled it out. Which was a struggle, because it was stuffed into his
jeans like a huge sausage vacuum sealed in a bag.

Finally he was able to haul it out, and I finally got to see all of it. It
was insane. Bigger than a ruler, for sure, but I couldn't tell exactly how
long it was. Crazy thick, like I said. Surprisingly, it was slightly darker
than the rest of his pale, freckled body. There was a thick vein that
traveled the entire length of his shaft, pumping as much blood as it could
into that huge organ to keep it hard. A huge amount of pre-cum was bubbling
out of his piss slit, leaking almost as much as my ass, while a strand of
pre dripped to the floor lazily. He also had balls the size of tennis
balls... fuck they looked so big, I bet they were just so heavy and full of
cum too.

Just the sight of it made my ass CLENCH and then SPURT a glob of lube out,
landing on the floor with a splat. Mark pulled his face out of his hands
and looked at me, questioning and surprised. Then he looked down at the
floor and saw a puddle of clear goo.

"Luke... what is... is that... lube?"

"What, this stuff? I don't fucking know, man... it makes my ass real wet
and slick. And I've been told it tastes pretty fucking good." I reached
back and slid my index finger into my hole, swirling it around a few times,
then quickly pulling it out wish a POP! I don't know why I was saying this
to little Mark, what was going on? Something about seeing his dick... it
was like I was hypnotized.

"Fucking taste it, Mark." I brought my finger up to his lips, inches away
from his mouth. I don't know why I wanted Mark to taste my ass
goo... that's weird, right? But something about Mark's big dick, I don't
know, it was just doing something to me.

Mark hesitated, staring at my finger, covered in my strange juice after
having been stuck in my ass. I could tell he was hungry for it, the way he
looked at it, but something was holding him back. Fuck, I couldn't wait for
this anymore.

I pressed my finger to his lips and Mark obediently parted them, allowing
me to slide my finger inside. As soon as his tongue got a taste of my ass
goo, his eyes went wide. Before I knew it, he was furiously sucking on my
finger, even using his tongue to glide over my finger and taste every last
drop. One taste, and Mark was fucking HUNGRY for my ass juice. His tongue
felt really good on my finger... dude had a talented tongue for sure. Just
the thought of it made my ass twitch even more. Suddenly, I had an idea...

"Lay down on that," I said, pointing to the bench in the middle of the row
of lockers. Mark whimpered as I pulled my finger out of his mouth, the
hunger and disappointment showing on his face. Still, he obeyed, the way a
nerd should obey a hot alpha stud jock like me.

Mark laid down lengthwise on the bench, and I walked over to him. He was
just at the right height. I could easily fit him and the bench between my
legs, and he was high enough off the ground that I didn't have to bend down
too much. I turned around, and the sight of my ass made Mark gasp
again. Spreading my cheeks, I showed him another droplet of ass juice
dribbling out of my hole, over my taint, then onto his face. I looked down
to see Mark licking my juice off his cheek.

"Fuck Mark, you like the taste of that? I got a lot more where that came
from," I said, immediately squatting down to slowly lower my ass onto his
face. "Taste my ass, bro. Fucking get a good lick."

I moaned as I felt my cheeks close on Mark's face, and I gasped when his
lips finally made contact with my twitching hole. I doubt Mark had
experience even kissing someone before, which was why I was so shocked that
he seemed to know exactly what to do. I could feel his lips pressing
against my hole, his tongue flicking out to jab at it, lapping up my juice
with each flick.

Mark's tongue felt so fucking good that I unconsciously lowered myself even
more onto his face. His head was now fully submerged in my ass, I could
feel the sides of my cheeks along the side of his face. Dude was DEEP, and
I could only hope that he was still able to breathe. Luckily, I still heard
him breathing through his nose.

"FUCK! Mark, you're a fucking natural. Fucking take it, take my fat ass!!"
I couldn't stop myself from moaning and without intending to, I started to
bounce my ass up and down on Mark's face. I slammed my ass down onto him,
feeling his soft lips and wet tongue on my asshole, mashing them against my
wet hole. Fuck, it felt so good. I got more and more rapid, basically
posting onto his face, very so often Mark would slap my ass, and that was
my signal to lift off for a moment so he could take a deep breath. Then I
would immediately SLAM my ass down again, resuming his ass eating.

Mark never complained, even if he did have a 180 lb muscle jock basically
suffocating him with ass. But I heard him moaning as he slurped and made
out with my hole, and his dick was rock hard, standing straight up and
perfectly rigid like a flagpole. In fact, I could bend down a little bit
more and then my head would be right over Mark's cock... but why would I do
that? That's crazy...

Fuck, Mark's tongue was prodding and pushing against my hole, and I could
feel it start to give. It was sending shivers up my spine, and I gasped as
I felt my hole spurt another glob of juice directly into Mark's mouth. He
must have swallowed it, because he didn't stop for a second eating my
ass. In fact, he took the opportunity when my hole was slightly open to
slip his tongue inside. Before I knew it, he was spearing my hole with his
tongue, flicking it inside of me. Fuck, it felt so good, it was like my
body was moving on its own, bouncing my fat ass cheeks on Mark's face, I
could hear them clapping against his head. I hope I don't give him a
concussion.

How the hell was Mark so fucking good at this? It felt so good, I didn't
even know that getting your ass tongued like this could feel this good. It
was almost as good as getting fucked... wait, no, I don't mean that!

I shook that thought out of my head and resumed my ass bouncing on nerdy
little Mark. If the dude was into me and my ass, he must be in nerd
heaven. A big beefy muscle jock lowering his fat ass cheeks and wet, hungry
hole onto his little nerd face. Giving him all the ass he could want,
practically served on a silver platter. And fucking Mark was HUNGRY.

"Fuck, Mark, right there, just like that!" I moaned as he slurped and
swirled his tongue around inside my hole. It felt like he could reach so
deep inside me with just his tongue... fuck did Mark have a massive tongue
to match his mammoth dick? And then I felt him confirm my
suspicions... Mark's tongue swirled around in my ass until it touched that
little nub that I was feeling up earlier. Seeming to know something about
what it was, he focused his attack solely on that spot, flicking against
it, pressing down on it with the tip of his tongue. "FUCK MARK!! FUCK!!!"

I could only moan and scream as I felt my hole open up... and the
floodgates open. I shivered and shook as my ass cheeks clapped together, my
tight jock hole opening up to unleash an absolute torrent of juice directly
into little Mark's face. I couldn't pull myself off him, it felt too
good. In fact, I was so overtaken by the shockwaves of pleasure that I lost
my balance and fell back to fully sit my ass right on Mark's face. I moaned
and I felt what must have been a gallon of ass goo right into Mark's mouth.

I heard him gasping, gulping, swallowing, struggling for air. It seemed
like he was trying his best to drink as much of my juice as he possibly
could. I heard some of it overflowing out of his mouth and onto the locker
room floor, but I knew he was trying his best not to spill a drop. Dude was
like a dying fish suddenly put into water.

"FUCK MARK, DRINK MY PUSSY JUICE!!" I screamed as one final spurt of
assjuice rocketed out of my hole, then slowed down into a trickle. I had to
wait there for several seconds to catch my breath, then I lifted my bubble
butt off of his face.

I turned around to inspect if I left any damage. Luckily, Mark seemed to be
in absolute bliss. His eyes were glassy, and he was smiling. On the other
hand, his hair, face, and chest was completely SOAKED with my juice.

I wanted to ask Mark if he was ok... but then I saw his dick. And fuck, it
was precumming even more than before. Big globs of clear precum were
dripping down like one of those cakes on Instagram. Fuck it looked
so... Well, it looked like it could really scratch that itch inside me. My
hole was still throbbing, the spot deep in my ass still hungry and
twitching, even though I had just unleashed a torrent onto Mark's face.

My hole was so slick and wet... all I would have to do is... shuffle
forward a few feet, then squat back down onto that flagpole of a
cock. Lower myself slowly until the pre-slick tip of it pressed against my
wet hole...

 "Luke!! What are you doin-!!!" Before Mark could even finish his sentence,
something just came over me. It was like I blacked out for a second, but I
knew what had happened. Pressing his cockhead against my hole, the tip was
already so lubed up from pre, and my ass was still gushing, that it had no
resistance. As soon as his cockhead pressed into my hole, I lost it. I
SLAMMED down with all my might onto that massive fucking meatstick and
SCREAMED as I felt myself get stuffed with more dick than I ever have
before.

"FUCK, MARK!!" I groaned, my body taking over again and posting up and down
on his cock rapidly, pulling my big fat ass off of it until just the tip
was still in my ass, then SLAMMED my fat ass down with such force that my
cheeks bounced and clapped together from the rapid movement as I proceeded
to swallow his entire monster dick to the fucking HILT in one go. I
couldn't fucking stop myself; I was losing my mind on Mark's cock.

"FUCK!" SLAM "MARK!" SLAM "I'M SO" SLAM "SORRY!!" I moaned and screamed as
I tried to fit as much of Mark's cock inside me as I could. Honestly,
despite his size, it didn't hurt at all... it just felt so good. That
feeling of fullness, of being STUFFED to the max with dick. And best of
all, Mark's dick was so long that it easily cleared my ass and was hitting
that itchy, twitchy spot directly, head on. It was like his cock was a
battering ram POUNDING against that needy spot in my ass, and my toes
curled from the overwhelming pleasure of it all.

"MARK, FUCK!! IT'S SO BIG! I'M SO FULL, MY PUSSY IS SO FUCKING FULL!!" I
moaned. So deep. So full. Fuck.

I was gushing around his dick, pumping out more ass juice than I thought
possible. It dripped down his monster cock, onto his lap, and even
overflowed onto the floor. Unfortunately, I was so lost in trying to gorge
myself on Mark's cock that I wasn't paying attention. And when my feet
shifted to get a better angle, I stepped right in my ass goo... and
proceeded to slip, sending me backwards once again.

I SLAMMED down onto Mark's hip, fully laying my entire weight onto Mark's
puny body. Fuck, I hope I didn't crack his pelvis. But when I fell, I felt
his cock push PAST that twitchy spot deep in my hole, going so deep in my
hole that I felt his big cockhead press against like... a wall inside
me. And when that happened, I screamed in pleasure, going cross eyed from
how good it felt.

"FUCK MARK WHAT IS THAT!?!?"

Mark, clearly out of breath, huffed and puffed as I ground my fat bubble
into his lap. Damn, he got the perfect angle too, he'd see my bubbly ass
cheeks swallowing up his dick, clapping together, dude must be enjoying the
show.

"I think... fuck, I think it's your sigmoid colon..." Mark groaned as I
ground my ass HARD onto his dick, then squeezed his battering ram with my
asswalls.

"My what?" I had no idea what that fucking was.

"It's like... FUCK! It's like the male cervix!"

Holy fuck, the male cervix. Wait... what's a cervix? Ah well, I didn't
fucking care. His dick was pressing against my cervix, and it felt so
fucking good that I just couldn't stop. I was able to pull myself off of
his dick, but then it was like my ass was a magnet to his dick and I
immediately SLAMMED my ass back down again.

"FUCK, BRO! You're hitting my fucking CERVIX!!" I screamed. "FUCK! IN MY
PUSSY!!"

Why the fuck was I calling my hole a pussy?? An alpha jock would never say
that. Who the hell was speaking right now, it was like I was fucking
possessed! Like a slutty gay power bottom was taking control of my straight
alpha body. What was happening to me??

And then something came over Mark too, I guess, because as I slammed my ass
up and down on his dick, little Mark started trying to meet my ass with his
thrusts, pushing up as I pushed down for that extra stretch. It just made
me bounce my ass back even harder, the sounds of wet flesh on flesh filling
the room.

Fuck, I wasn't going to last long like this. He was fucking tearing my
pussy apart with his dick! He kept hitting my cervix so hard, I felt like I
was being punched in my guts. He was just hitting it, and hitting it, and
hitting it, until I was wildly flailing around, bucking my ass back like an
animal in heat. And that's what I was. I was a fucking animal in heat, I
was in heat and I needed a cock inside me. It was like a biological need, a
base instinct, that I had to fill.

I was in heat. I needed cock... no, not just cock. Cum. I remembered how
good it felt when Sammy would fill my ass with cum... that feeling of
getting filled up with his warm, sticky load. It always did something to my
itch - curing it instantly, but only temporarily. I wondered if Mark's cum
would do the same thing.

It didn't take me very long to find out. As I frantically jackhammered his
cock into my pussy, I could feel that pressure building up inside... and
Mark's breathing was getting more ragged. Poor guy was clearly not used to
exercise, this was probably more physical activity than he had got all
year.

"LUKE! STOP, I'M GONNA... NO, STOP PULL OFF! I'M GONNA CUM!!!" Mark was
screaming, slapping my ass like crazy, causing my cheeks to jiggle all over
the place, slap together and then bounce again, making my ass cheeks
ripple.

"FUCK YES BRO, GIVE ME YOUR CUM!! FUCKING BREED ME!!"

Mark threw his head back and let out a primal roar as his huge, heavy balls
unloaded inside me. I felt a powerful firehose like volley of cum rocket
right into my guts, shooting me so deep. Each jet of cum shot right into my
cervix, each one pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

As Mark continued to empty his balls into me, I lost it. I threw my head
back and screamed, joining Mark's roar with my own. I felt the most
powerful orgasm of my life rock my entire body, it was like I was in the
middle of an earthquake. No, a hurricane, because I was gushing out more
cum than I thought was even possible. How could all of that juice have come
from inside me??

I felt my stomach expand, my 6 pack abs disappearing as my stomach swelled
with cum, like my body was slurping up all the cum from his cock, drinking
it like a milkshake. I couldn't believe how much cum was getting dumped
inside me, how was it even possible for someone to cum this much, and how
was it possible that my body could even TAKE this much cum?

I don't know how long we were there. Maybe seconds, maybe minutes, maybe an
hour. It felt like Mark's dick would never stop cumming, and I didn't want
him to. It must have been the longest sustained orgasm of my life, I was
cumming from my ass as long as he was cumming inside it. My dick was rock
hard the entire time, but nothing came out of it. It was like cumming from
my ass was enough for me.

After what felt like ages, I caught my breath and slowly pulled my ass off
of Mark's megacock. The softening tube of meat plopped out of my hole with
a POP. A tiny bit of his warm, gooey cum leaked out before my hole clamped
up again. It was like I was instinctually trying to keep all of his cum
inside me. I patted my massively bloated stomach gently, my belly looked
even bigger than it did after Thanksgiving dinner. I felt like if somebody
pressed on my stomach, my ass would squirt out all of Mark's cum, like a
toothpaste getting stepped on.

I turned around to inspect the damage. Luckily, Mark looked fine, just
totally exhausted. He was totally blissed out, barely conscious. His eyes
were glassy and rolled back into his head, his soft dick was flopped onto
his lean definition-less torso, and his entire body was soaked head to toe
in my pussy juice.

Wait. Not pussy juice. What?

And then realization of what just happened hit me. Oh my fucking God!! I
just... I just made Mark eat my hole out, and then I rode his dick like a
slutty whore and begged him to breed my pussy!

What the hell had I done?? I totally lost control, fuck, I didn't mean to
do that! How could I face down Mark now? He would totally get the wrong
idea; he might even think that I'm gay. Which I'm not!! I'm not gay, and I
don't have a pussy!

"Don't... don't tell anyone about this," I ordered Mark, probably harsher
and more intimidating than I intended.

I quickly grabbed my clothes and changed lightning fast, then ran out of
the locker room, hoping to leave whatever happened there behind me and
never speak or think of it ever again.