It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and 19-year-old Brad Tomkins' cousin, Mary Beth was getting married. Brad arose early so that he would make sure to be at the church on time. Mary Beth was Brad's favorite relative. There were six years between them in age and Brad had always looked up to her. She never made him feel like he was her annoying little cousin tagging along but instead always made him feel part of whatever was going on. Even when she baby-sat for him at age 12 he never minded. It always felt more like hanging out with a friend than having a baby-sitter when Mary Beth was the sitter.

That was when Brad had met Dean for the first time. Mary Beth had dated him her freshman year in college and he would sometimes come over when she sat with Brad. Brad thought he was a cool guy as well. He like Mary Beth never made Brad feel like a nuisance. Mary Beth and Brad dated for a while then broke up. Then a year and a half ago they ran into one another again by chance, began dating, and were now headed for the altar. Brad was happy for the both of them and they asked him if he would serve as an usher in their wedding. Brad was touched by this and of course said yes.

Now here it was the big day. Brad stood in the front of the chapel watching the ceremony. The bridal party was stretched out across the front of the chapel facing the crowd but the ushers stood sort of off to the side with their back to the crowd yet still in full view of the guests. Brad brushed a lock of his thick sandy brown hair from his deep blue eyes as he stood there watching his cousin exchange vows.

However, as he stood there he couldn't help but think of how tight his rented tuxedo pants were. But that was no surprise Brad had always had trouble finding pants that fit him. The simple truth was he had an incredibly large rump. He always did but really only became aware of it in junior high when the other kids started to tease him about it. Then when he joined the wrestling team in high school there was no stopping the growth of his monster booty. At first it embarrassed him but as he grew older he realized the power that his big fleshy mounds had over people. It was almost hypnotic. Women and men alike lusted for his big butt muffins and on more than one occasion he had used his ass to get himself out of a jam by allowing some pervert to spank his ass. Truth be told he didn't mind, it kind of gave him a rush and he always got hard and usually came. That always shocked the spanker.

The wedding progressed and the crowd watched. Brad glanced over at the best man and noticed something small fall from his hand and hit the floor. It rolled at stopped at Brad's feet. It was the wedding band. the best man motioned for Brad to pick it up. Without thinking Brad bent down to pick it up and instantly there was an uninvited guest at the wedding in the form of Brad's overstuffed ass. RRRRRIIIIIIPPPPPP!!!!!!!!! The tuxedo pants split all the way down the back seam from the top of the waistband to just below Brad's ball sack. Out popped Brad's big buns barely covered by a pair of white and black zebra print bikini briefs that weren't even big enough to cover the teen's large ass mounds.

Though in reality it all only took seconds it felt as though time stopped for Brad. With the ring in his hand he straightened up as quick as possible and reached back to try and pull the seat of his ripped pants together but there was no point the thin cotton/poly material had been under a terrible strain from Brad's larger than life buns and had finally been asked to take more than it could handle and there was no closing that hole now. The embarrassed 19-year-old felt his face flush hot and turned blood red from humiliation as he handed the best man the ring.

No one in the actual wedding party knew how bad the split in Brad's pants really was because his back was to the auditorium. But the crowd out there got an eyeful. Brad's embarrassment grew as he heard friends and family discussing the size of his ass and his choice in underwear. Among the comments he heard were: 'Oh, my,' from a female voice that seemed delighted to be seeing this sight. Next he heard a man say, 'Damn does that kid have a fat butt or what?' Then another woman said, 'His underwear is so small.' Then he heard two men talking. The first said, 'You'd think he'd buy some underpants that fit over that large ass of his.' While the other responded, 'I don't think they make underpants that would fit over an ass that large.' Then both men laughed. Though he couldn't make out exactly who was saying what because so many people were talking at once Brad was able to make out certain words here and there like: zebra print...too small...extra large butt & big and round.

Brad was totally humiliated but didn't want to ruin Mary Beth and Dean's big day so he just shut his mouth and stood there with his ass on display for the leering crowd to see. The minister cleared his throat to get the crowds attention and began to proceed with the ceremony. The crowd quieted down but Brad could feel their eyes on his plump rump. He could feel the scant bikini riding up over his ass cheeks exposing 2/3 of the bottom of each white creamy cheek to everyone.

After what seemed like an eternity the wedding finally came to an end as the bride and groom made their way down the aisle and out of the chapel into a waiting limousine that took them across town to the hotel where the reception was to take place. Brad took the first chance he had to get out of the chapel and headed for his car. He could still hear people talking about his fat ass and skimpy choice in underwear as he hurried out the door, his big ass cushions jiggling as he jogged to his car. Brad made a quick pit stop by his house to change his pants before heading over to the reception. He wiggled his big buns into a pair of his own black slacks, which matched the rest of the tuxedo perfectly and was back out the door to join the rest of the wedding party.

Mary Beth was the first person to greet him when he arrived asking where he'd been. Brad explained his little misshape and told her not to worry everything was under control now. The reception was in full swing. There was an open bar and the line seemed to go on forever. Brad could still feel people staring at him as he waited in the endless line but felt better now that his ass was no longer on display.

Dean stopped by as Brad continued to wait and thanked Brad for not saying anything about his ripped pants during the ceremony. The two men got to talking and Dean asked Brad why he was waiting in the long line. He informed him that there was a bar at the other end of the reception hall that was just serving soft drinks and the line was moving much quicker.

'Soft drinks?' replied Brad. 'I want a beer.'

'Ahhh. Brad I don't think that's such a good idea, Buddy,' responded Dean. 'You see Mary Beth and I responsible for this affair, it being our wedding and all and I'm sorry but we can't have any underage drinkers here today. We promised the management of the hotel. You understand.'

'Come on. They won't check my ID and I look old enough. And anyway its not like I've never drank beer before.'

'I know, man--but not today. I'm sorry. Look I don't want anything to spoil your cousins wedding day. And I'm sure you don't either. So forget it. Promise me.'

Brad nodded, 'Okay I promise.'

Brad couldn't believe what he was hearing. But he had no choice so he got out of line and made his way to the other bar to get a soft drink. However this being Dean's wedding day Brad knew that he would be preoccupied so as soon as Dean was out of sight Brad got back in the long line and waited to get himself a beer. There was no way he wasn't drinking at his cousins wedding. He could hold his alcohol. Dean and Mary Beth would never be any the wiser.

Brad was on his fifth beer and Dean hadn't even noticed so Brad felt that he was in the clear. He was out near the dance floor hitting on Mary Beth's Maid of Honor when he felt a strong hand come down on his shoulder. Brad turned pissed off and his eyes meet Dean's. Brad was speechless. 'Come with me!', barked Dean. Brad made his exit without saying good-bye to the girl he had been speaking to and followed Dean into the coat check room which was empty of any people but full of their coats.

'I'm furious!' snapped Dean. 'You promised me, Brad! Doesn't a promise mean anything to you!?'

'Yeah, man it does but look I knew I wouldn't get out of control I just wanted a few beers,' protested Brad.

'It had nothing to do with you getting out of control. I have the management asking me why Mary Beth's 19-year-old cousin is walking around this place drinking. They are threatening to throw us out! I told you that Mary Beth and I were responsible for what went on at this affair and you agreed to do as I asked and the minute my back is turned you go off and do what you want to do anyway. Do you want to ruin your cousin's big day?'

Brad hung his head, 'No. Look I'm sorry. I'll stop right now. Here take my beer.'

Dean took the beer from Brad but was still furious. 'I can't believe you would do this after I asked you not to. You have put me in an awkward spot. The management expects me to do something about this. I promised them that you would be reprimanded. I'm just not sure what to do to punish you. I just thank God that Mary Beth hasn't heard about this.'

'I don't know what more I can do, Dean. I've apologized and said I'd stop drinking what more do you want?' Brad snapped back sarcastically. He was getting a little pissed off himself. Yes, he had broken a promise but it was a promise he never really wanted to make in the first place--he had been forced into it by Dean. And it's not like he and Dean had never had a few beers together before. No, he didn't want to ruin Mary Beth's day. And he promised he'd stop what more did Dean want.

'I ought to put you over my knee and spank your big ass the way Mary Beth used to when you were a kid and mouthed off like that to her!' came Dean's response.

Brad could hardly believe his ears. Of course he had been in this position many times before. He had used his big butt to get himself out of many a jam with many different men but he had never expected Dean to be one of them. 'Look, if you spank me will that be enough?' asked Brad. 'Will you forget about the fact that I disobeyed you and can we just forget this ever happened. I really didn't mean to make things uncomfortable for you.'

'Well, I suppose that could work. I could go back out and tell management that I reprimanded you and that could be the end of it I suppose. Okay, yes.'

With that Dean pulled out a folding chair that was tucked away in the corner. He then sat in it and motioned for Brad to stand in front of him. Next he instructed Brad to drop his trousers.

Brad gulped, 'You're kidding right?'

'Do I look like I'm kidding, Brad? Drop your pants!'

Brad couldn't believe what was happening. Here he was at his cousins wedding being forced to lower his pants so her groom could spank his large behind. The teen unfastened his pants and pulled down the zipper. Next he pulled and tugged to get the pants down off his big ass. He finally wiggled his large butt cakes out of the pants and stood there before the groom in his scant zebra print bikini. The bikini hugged his every curve. Giving his balls just the right amount of support and bounce at the same time. The tiny waistband was less then 1/2' thick and the back panel didn't cover much of the young man's over inflated ass cheeks.

'Okay over my lap,' instructed Dean.

Brad did as he was told. His pants were around his ankles and his balloon like ass was raised high up toward the ceiling. While from the waist up he still wore his tuxedo. He was a ridiculous site over the knee of his cousin's husband. Dean smoothed out the back of Brad's tiny briefs and rubbed his cheeks in preparation. Then Dean raised his hand and brought it down hard on Brad's rump. Brad flinched slightly and let out a small yelp.

'Be quiet unless you want a crowd to gather as I spank your ass.'

Brad definitely did not want that. He didn't mind using his ass to get himself out of a jam but he hardly wanted a crowd to watch his shame. So he bit his tongue as Dean's hand came down for the second time. Dean felt Brad's meaty firm ass cheek jiggle in his hand after each swat and was surprised that even though the young man's ass was so firm it still had a certain amount of bounce to it. Dean began to pick up the pace and develop a rhythm.

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Brad felt the small Lycra/cotton bikini slowly ride further up on his super sized ass. His ass was beginning to sting slightly. His white cheeks were turning pink at the hands of his new cousin-in-law. The teen began to wiggle in the groom's lap.

'Hold still,' ordered Dean.

Brad tried to but as the spanking continued his rump began to feel like it was on fire. His legs began to flail. He bit into his hand to keep from screaming. Dean was showing no mercy and the bikini wasn't giving Brad much protection from the onslaught of smacks. First of all it was so skimpy that it only covered about 1/3 of the teens caboose to begin with and now that Brad was kicking it was riding even farther between his hungry ass mountains and being swallowed whole.

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Brad's crotch was grinding into Dean's leg as the spanking continued. Brad tried hard not to move too much because he didn't want to get hard from the constant friction. But it was no use his butt was on fire and Dean wasn't letting up. It was just instinct to squirm.

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The youth's ass was on fire now and a glowing red but Dean was not yet through with him. Brad had to learn a lesson so the groom continued to assault the young man's enormous hindquarters. Brad continued to bite his hand to keep from screaming out and drawing unwanted attention as he kicked his legs and his cock continued to grow. He knew that Dean had to feel his hard manhood poking into his thigh but Dean didn't react he just kept on spanking.

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By this point Brad's ass had almost gone numb. He could still feel the swats but they no longer hurt. He had come to accept them as the inevitable. Dean tugged on the back of Brad's zebra print underwear and pulled it the rest of the way up Brad's ass so as to expose all of the 19 year old's butt for spanking. The material of his underwear tickled Brad's ass hole as Dean continued his punishment. Brad continued to wiggle and felt a new sensation of pleasure as the material massaged his tight ass hole. Brad knew it would not be long before he blew his load and as much as he didn't want Dean to see him this way he also longed for the erotic release.

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From all the grinding on Dean's leg Brad's cock had popped out the front of his bikini. Brad pleaded, 'Please, Dean stop!'

Dean just ignored him and continued to spank his balloon like ass.

'Dean you don't understand. I'm gonna cum if you don't stop!', blurted out Brad as he felt his seed rising to the surface.

Dean stopped abruptly and yanked Brad to his feet giving him a confused look. But it was too late the damage had been done. Brad was to close to the edge to turn back. As Dean pulled the 19 year old to his feet Brad's rock hard prick was bobbing up and down, sticking out of his underwear and he was a split second away from shooting his spunk. Without warning or without even touching himself Brad's cock erupted in a body convulsing spasm of cum. Brad let out a small yelp as his seed poured from him like a geyser.

Dean just sat there with his mouth hanging open, completely shocked by what was happening. As Brad's load came shooting out a large drop of the sticky goo landed on the inside of Dean's lip and another on his chin. The rest hit the floor. Dean closed his mouth quickly and had no choice but to swallow his cousin-in-laws cum, which was a combination of warmth and sticky sweet. The other drop rolled down the groom's chin leaving a shiny trail.

Brad was so embarrassed he just hung his head and said, 'I'm sorry. I tried to warn you.'

Dean still in shock couldn't speak for a moment but when he finally found his voice said, 'It's okay. I know it was an accident. Lets pretend this never happened. I need to get back to my reception. I'll tell management you have been punished and assure them it won't happen again.' And with that he rose and left, leaving Brad standing there with his meaty buns hanging out and red as a fire engine and his cock dripping cum.

Brad pulled himself back together and rejoined the reception. He and Dean got along fine the rest of the evening and nothing was ever mentioned again about Brad's spanking and subsequent cumming in the coat check room. And Brad enjoyed the rest of the evening, sipping on Ginger Ale.

The End

 

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