The Wardrobe Malfunction

Christian

Christian Foster is your prototypical Midwestern hot guy. With his shockingly blue eyes that contrast with his blond butch cut hair, creamy beige skin, yet seem to perfectly match his slightly chiseled jawline and boyish good looks, this 30 year old could have easily been a model in other parts of the world… but instead, he’s a low profile blue collar hunk who earns his income as a traveling customer service representative for Rainbow Brewing Company. He’s a great employee, but his best asset is… well, his ass. As a naturally athletic guy, Christian has always stayed in shape through either working out at home or staying active in various sports with his buddies. Even after college, he stayed physically active, becoming a part time physical trainer in the distant suburbs of his hometown. His upper body is nicely toned, but his lower body - especially that perfect bubble butt - is what sticks out the most. His work uniform doesn’t help matters, with a slim fit blue polo that accentuates his biceps and pecs to perfection… and rather cheap, thin slim fit navy blue dress slacks that look like they’re holding onto dear life while attempting to keep Christian’s milky white globes covered any time he bends over. The view from the front is just as controversial with a natural bulge obviously protruding from its jock strap clad package, making his slacks practically scream in agony as they are stretched nearly to their limits. Today’s itinerary was almost as taxing on his wardrobe as it was on his truck. He drove around about 120 miles or so today, checking in with retailers and filling orders as requested. His journey took him down main streets, country roads, scenic drives, and questionable routes. On occasion, he had to do some heavy lifting, which resulted in quite a workout for our Midwestern hunk… but also resulted in a hungry hunk. Time for a late lunch!

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“Damn that was good. A bit too good.” Christian thought to himself as he left Chicken Shack. His unexpected workout left him starving, and he filled up quite a bit with a 12 piece combo, large fry, and large Sweet Tea. He was walking back to his truck and noticed a car parked REALLY close to his truck, so close that he wasn’t sure that he could get in, let alone open the door. 

“Fuck this, I gotta get back to the office.” he thought as he checked his watch. He squeezed his way in between his truck and the parked car, barely working his thick thighs and bubble butt through without getting stuck. He was able to get the door open - barely - and prepared to fight his way into his truck. He squirmed and squeezed his firm round ass in all of its deliciousness into the tight opening, catching his slacks on part of the door frame as a result. As a small hole slowly appeared on his left ass cheek, a long & dull RIPPPPPPPPPPPPP sounded off in Christian’s ears. “FUCK!” he audibly exclaims as he finally maneuvers his way back into his driver’s seat. Christian brushed his hand beneath his seat, cupping his left ass cheek to feel how bad the rip was. It wasn’t the worst, he thought, as he mostly felt snagged threads and no really noticeable tear. “Dodged a bullet there.” Christian backed out slowly of the parking spot and pulled off, hauling ass in more ways than one as he roared off towards I-75.

The local roads aren’t in the best shape, and Christian is cautious on them for the most part. Some of the local back roads aren’t even paved and are filled with massive potholes, as he’s rediscovering today. Fortunately, he’s almost back on the interstate. Shortly after getting on the freeway, his tire warning light comes on, causing him to slow down and prepare to get off at the next exit. Christian thinks to himself, “Hopefully there’s a tire shop around here.” Unfortunately for him, the best he could find was a pullover at the next exit. He pulled into the rest area, turned off his radio, and heard - as well as felt - the literally deflating sound of a completely flat tire. “Dammit!” he said as he swiftly parked his pickup truck and got out to inspect the damage.

Christian knew what to do. He grabbed his jack, his tire iron, and undid the top two buttons on his form fitting polo shirt. He walked over to the rear passenger side as passerby gawked at this Adonis in Distress. His muscles bulged and flexed through his shirt as he lifted the spare tire out of the bed of his truck and his pants looked like they were painted on. Some drivers slowed down as they caught a glimpse of this hot stud working up a slight sweat. The show was just getting started before Christian bent over and gave everyone a REAL sight to see. His slacks were not made to handle such toned corn-fed thickness, and as he squatted to remove the flat tire, a glorious RRRRRIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPP screamed out to the world, announcing that Christian’s formerly encased, perfectly round, pasty white bubble butt was on display for anyone who had to stop and pee on I-75. “You’re shitting me. Not now!” Christian said to himself, quickly attempting to cover the rip up with his hands and turning his back toward his truck. 

“Too late, Macho Man… we saw that hot ass!” yelled a female driver as she pulled off. Many a commuter got a glance at that legendary ass before Christian tried to return to a state of decency. Not long after that, a Michigan state trooper pulled up behind Christian’s truck and noticed the hunk in distress as well. “Are you okay over here?” he asked.

“I’ve been better, but thanks. I just had a couple of blowouts.” Christian replied.

“I only see one.” the trooper said.

Christian hinted toward his backside before turning around and showing the traffic enforcement officer his other blowout. The trooper tried to stifle his laughter, but like Christian’s pants… that also failed.

“Yeah. That’s how my day is going.” Christian says before turning back around.

“Hey, look… I’m sorry. It’s just that… I mean, that’s kinda hilarious. You should be more careful wearing pants like that. Trust me.” says the muscular state trooper who looks like he’s gone through a couple of pairs of pants in his career. “By the way, the name’s Lancaster. Julian Lancaster.” He extends his hand.

“Christian. Nice to meet you.” A firm handshake accompanies a deliberate gaze into the beefy state trooper’s eyes. The gaze is returned as Julian can’t seem to take his eyes off this blue eyed, All American “boy”. Maybe it’s his boyishly handsome face or his athletic, jock-like frame. Then Christian turns back around to pick up his tire iron. It’s that ass, that’s what it is.

“Um… did you need help with that blowout too?” Julian asks Christian, who quickly forgot about his own backside trouble while tending to his truck’s.

“Oh… that. Yeah… do you have a jacket or something?” Christian says.

“I’m afraid not… but I do have a needle and some thread in my glove compartment.” Julian responds.

“I figured you would, Mister Beefcake.” Christian thinks to himself. While he’s not gay, he’s very comfortable with his own sexuality and can acknowledge a good looking guy when he sees one. However, there’s something about this beefy man in uniform that’s possibly turning Christian on. He can’t explain it, but he also can’t explain the growing bulge in his pants. Or what’s basically left of them.

Julian returns from his police cruiser with a sewing needle and thread as promised. He led Christian to the front of his truck, away from the public view. He gently pushed Christian’s body against the hood of his truck, guiding him to bend over slightly. “Just hold still. I should be able to fix this… then we can change that tire.” Julian says to an increasingly vulnerable - and slightly aroused - Christian.

“Okay.” Christian says, arching his back almost suggestively in front of a kneeling state trooper. Christian’s bubble butt peeks through the large rip, exposing his peachy bum directly to Julian’s face. Julian, examining the torn slacks very thoroughly, begins to try to piece the polyester blend back together. He carefully moves his way down the broken seam, grabbing a handful of ass on occasion, as he nervously threads the needle through.

Ashley picks up on his nervousness. “Are you okay back there?” he asks, as he looks back at the cop who’s face is a few inches away from his tight asshole.

“Yeah… just trying to fit this ass back in its pants.” Julian jokingly replies, trying to hide his almost obvious arousal. His hand slips as he attempts to get the thread back in the hole, accidentally needling Christian in the ass.

“Ouch!” yelped Christian, who was still feeling a cool summer breeze down the crack of his ass. Only the warmth of Officer Lancaster’s close by breath provided any contrast. Christian got stuck a few times with Julian’s needle.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I’m not usually this unsteady with my hands.” says Julian, completely forgetting the firm and steady hand he’s been able to keep on Christian’s ass cheek the rest of the time here. “I hope it doesn’t hurt too bad.”

“It stings, that’s for sure. I may need ice to sit down later!” Christian joked. The stinging on his ass combined with the breeze tickling his asscrack wasn’t helping him with his own arousal situation… and being practically pinned down while a hunky cop feels you up while rescuing you… let’s just say that the only thing harder than Christian at that moment was the man feeling him up.

“I’ll kiss it and make it feel better.” Julian half jokingly replied. In his mind, his tongue was already halfway down Christian’s virgin starfish. He was trying to remain professional, but this hot hometown jock had his artfully built ass about two inches from his lips and he couldn’t take it. He gently rubbed the part of the ass where his needle stuck Christian with his thumb, even licking said finger before massaging the jock’s sore spot. Quiet slurping sounds came before every knead, each thumb rub eventually becoming a deep grope, hand full of white bubble butt. Julian’s thumb moved closer to Christian’s sharply contrasting pink asshole, grazing it on a few occasions.

Christian fought his urge to moan as Julian’s masculine hands made putty of his ass cheeks. He couldn’t understand why he was so turned on right now, but the precum leaking from his increasingly hard cock was starting to drip through his jock strap and pants.

“Does it still hurt? Your butt?” asked Julian, while practically talking to Christian’s ass. Before giving him a chance to answer, Julian resumed massaging near Christian’s asshole. This thumb was so close that he may have well just stuck it in there for good measure. “I think I can help with that too.”

Christian had just enough wherewithal in him to respond with the weakest “yes” in history. That led Julian to finally stop teasing Christian and run his tongue down his exposed asscrack. Julian quietly moaned as his sounds of pleasure were muffled between Christian’s ass cheeks. With each hand grabbing a cheek, Julian plunged his hot and soft tongue down Christian’s ass hole slowly and surely. It didn’t take long, but that asshole was soaking wet with saliva. Christian was becoming increasingly turned on to the point of no return. “You’re gonna… make… me cum…” he nearly whispered to Julian, kind of almost begging for mercy in a most masochistic way.

“Serves you right for teasing everyone out here.” Julian says. “But you’re not upset about it, are you?” He licks his lips as he sucks two of his fingers, gets them covered in his own spit, and teases Christian’s asshole by sticking the fingertips in. “I’ll stop if you want me to.”

“Don’t stop.” says a gasping Christian, preparing himself for Julian’s anal examination. Julian sticks his fingers up Christian’s tight ass slowly, giving him a taste of what’s to come - literally. Meanwhile, Christian is close to exploding, with the front of his pants already becoming a wet mess. “And make sure you clean up behind yourself, Officer.”

“What mess is being made?” Julian asks. He comes closer to Christian’s ear, breathing down his neck and pressing his bodybuilder-like frame up against the *relatively* smaller jock’s tight body.

“All of this is going right into your ass.”

To be continued….