Luke's Big Butt Changes

I groaned when I felt my third pair of boxers rip. I was already late for school, and here I was struggling to get dressed. Fuck, why are all my boxers ripping like tissue paper? And then that’s when I saw it. The mirror next to my bedroom door revealed the exact reason why I couldn’t fit any of my boxers over my ass.

I’ve always had big glutes, but this is ridiculous! Like, okay my ass was big. I got it already. My bros on the team always joked around in the locker room. I’ve heard it all. Sometimes when I’m walking by they’d make big ‘Eeh Err’ noises like a truck is backing up. But I know they’re just fooling around. Me and my bros are close and we’ve known each other since we were kids. We’ve stuck together and I trust them.

My mom always said I had “good Italian genes”, but I had no idea what that meant. I wasn’t super hairy, just a light dusting on my chest and a happy trail. Oh, and I guess my ass was hairy too. Maybe she meant it was because I was jacked? I flexed my arm in the mirror, proud at how huge my biceps had gotten.

But maybe she had meant my ass? Do Italians have big asses? There weren’t a ton of Italian families in our bumfuck nowhere town, but I couldn’t picture any of them having an ass nearly as big as mine. Especially now. Fuck, what was I going to do?

BEEEEP

I jumped a little when I heard the car horn. Fuck, Sammy was here! And he was really laying on it, which meant he was pissed. I was totally not a morning person, but I had to get my shit together.

Most of my jeans were intentionally too big for me. Well, my waist. I had a trim 28 inch waist but anything that size just couldn’t fit over my thighs or ass. So I had to get bigger jeans and just make do with a belt. Sometimes they end up a little baggy, but now I’m still struggling to pull on a pair I KNOW are even a little too big on me! Fuck, why. Won’t. It. Go. Up!

RIIIIIIP

I stopped dead in my tracks. Oh fuck no. This was my biggest pair, if these didn’t fit, nothing would.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Sammy was now clearly freaking out, he hated to be late, he was trying to be Mr. Perfect-Valedictorian-Star-Pitcher and get into a school like Harvard or Yale. Bastard. But I loved him, he was my best bro ever since we were in little league.

“ALRIGHT, FUCK, I’M COMING!!” I screamed out my window down at Sammy’s Audi.

I scrambled around my room, looking for fucking ANYTHING that could work. My mom wasn’t as big as me, and it’s not like I had a dad to borrow clothes from. Yeah, he’s a fucking deadbeat that ran off when I was little. I don’t give a shit about him.

That’s it!

I settled on a pair of gym shorts. They were already pretty loose, but they were also made out of this stretchy material. Sammy totally recommended them to me. I felt kinda weird going to school in these bright red shorts.

I prayed that they would fit as I stepped in them and pulled them up my legs. There was some resistance, but I figured the stretchy material wouldn’t rip. I was able to get them over my thighs, but they stopped right at the bottom of my ass, I tried to pull them out more to fit, but FUCK they just wouldn’t budge. With one last heave I jumped up a little and pulled, gravity helping to fit my ridiculous ass. What the fuck? These didn’t used to be this fucking tight. I felt like my circulation was getting cut off. But these seemed like the only things that would work, so I just had to suck it up.

They were so tight it was like a second skin. I could tell they were practically molded to my ass. I felt naked, to be honest, but there was nothing else, so I just had to hope none of the teachers gave me shit about showing off my huge ass to the whole school.

I ran down the stairs and flung myself into Sammy’s car. As soon as my ass hit the seat, Sammy floored it and raced to school so he wouldn’t be late.

“What the fuck took you so long, Micucci?” He glanced over at me, raising one of his bushy eyebrows.

“I was, uh, trying to figure out what to wear.”

Sammy rolled his eyes. “Sure princess, needed to pick out the perfect gown for the ball.”

I shoved him a little. “Fuck you, man, I just couldn’t find anything that fit.”

There was that eyebrow again. “Fit what?”

“My ass. My fucking ass ok? I know you guys give me shit about it all the time, but fuck NONE of my jeans fucking fit, I had to wear those stretchy gym shorts you got me.”

Sammy’s eyes widened and he lowered his gaze to look at my legs. His jaw dropped, it was kinda funny, he looked like his brain was glitching out or something.

Another car honked at us for drifting, making Sammy snap his attention back to the road. I noticed he had to adjust himself a little bit in his seat. Aww, my best bro had morning wood! He usually did whenever I slept over at his house, and I always gave him shit for it. It’s only fair with how much the guys joke around about my ass.

As soon as we pulled into the school parking lot, I made it for my first period class, which I was almost late for. I couldn’t afford another late, I’d get detention! Fuck my fucking ass for fucking everything up.

Mostly everyone was already in their classes, but there were still a couple people in the halls. As I ran by, I started to hear whispers and murmurs. Confused, I turned around and noticed them all staring at me. Haha, Luke Micucci is wearing gym shorts. I get it already, why the fuck does everyone care so much?

I mean, I knew I was hot. Girls wanted to be with me, guys wanted to be me. They wish they had arms like these, pecs like these… well maybe not an ass like this, but you get it. I didn’t have any time to date girls though, it just didn’t seem worth it, they were kinda boring to be honest.

“HOLY SHIT LUKE!” That deep raspy voice belonged to Sammy. He hadn’t seen the full situation in the car, but now he was getting an eyeful.

“Language, Mr. Ahmadi!” Vice Principal Weiss scolded him as he caught up to me, slowing to a jog. She was always on such a power trip, she was this stuck up old lady that should just fuck off and retire already.

“Sorry!” He did his best ‘I’m such an innocent and good boy’ expression that was pretty well-practiced at this point, with his strict-ass parents.

Weiss just rolled her eyes, but then settled on me. Her eyes bugged out in shock. “Mr. Micucci, what are you wearing? I believe you may be in violation of the dress code! Come into my office this instant!”

I groaned. Well, fuck my day.

Vice Principal Weiss was being such a bitch, she kept telling me how I was being inappropriate, what I was doing dressing like that, people would get the wrong idea (whatever that meant). She said I was 18 years old now, I should be dressing like an adult. I tried to make my case, I was telling her that literally these were the only shorts that fit, so she could take it or leave it. She got hers though. She pulled out the student code of conduct to show me which rule I broke, but then she totally freaked when she realized that the rules about “not exposing the buttocks” were specifically written only for FEMALE students. It was fucking hilarious. She gave up and just told me to get to class. Whatever.

The day was pretty weird, like everyone kept staring at me and whispering at me and a bunch of girls were coming up to me to chat. Fuck, talking to girls is such a pain, all they literally want to talk about is how hot I am. I like getting complimented, but what the fuck am I supposed to say?

As soon as I stepped into the lunch room, a table in the back erupted in howls. Yup, that was our baseball team’s rallying call, the Timberwolves. I went straight for it to see all my bros at our usual spot. Sammy was already there, and I went to sit next to him.

“Uh-oh, everybody clear out, make room, make room. Excuse me sir, are you sure you don’t need a double-wide seat?” The whole table broke out in laughter. Conner, the ginger prick, was always the first one to crack jokes about me. He was lucky he was such a good hitter.

“Shut it, vampire,” I said that because he was pale as fuck, basically pure white, but I knew it wasn’t a very good insult. Dammit.

“Damn, Micucci’s showing off the merchandise today! What’s up with that man?” Devin, our first baseman, chimed in. Normally he didn’t give me as much shit as the other guys, but I guess he decided to join the crowd today. I shrugged and sat down next to Sammy. God fucking dammit, my ass really did spill over the seat. Fuck my life.

I ignored the other guys, who continued cracking jokes about me, and turned to my best bro. “Yo Sammy, you’ll never believe what happened with Weiss. She was all up in my face, she was totally losing it, then she pulls out the rulebook and guess fucking what? I wasn’t breaking any rules. She had to let me go.”

I looked over at Sammy for a reply, but my bro was looking down, totally transfixed at something. I followed his line of sight and realized he was staring at my ass.

“Sammy, hey Sammy, are you even listening?”

“Uh, what? Oh, uh, sorry man. I was just, uh, admiring your progress. Damn,” Sammy stammered, which he almost never did. He was smooth as fuck, when you see him with girls they totally worship him. Dude’s a charmer for sure. I can totally get why he’s so popular, he’s got this whole classic look, with his strong jaw, his permanent stubble, big bushy eyebrows, and deep brown eyes. Yeah, I may be totally straight but I can still tell that my best bro is handsome.

“My progress?” I scrunched my face up, totally missing what he meant, but then it hit me. Duh! Coach got me started on a new lifting plan last week, that must be why my ass has gotten so much bigger! Must be from all those heavy squats.

“Oh… uh, thanks dude. Yeah, this routine that Coach made for me must have kicked in. All of a sudden my gains just went into turbo-drive.”

“But, you don’t look any bigger… anywhere else.” Sammy’s mouth hung open as his eyes wandered back to my ass. Fuck, dude was like hypnotized by it, he wouldn’t even look me in the eye. “Have you measured it?”

“Measured…? Uh, no bro. I don’t usually measure my glutes.”

“We should do that. Uh. Go to the weight room, measure them. Coach would want to know.” Sammy? Mr. Perfect Sammy was suggesting cutting class? Well I figured if it was such a big deal he would suggest that, I might as well go along with it.

I shrugged, “Sure bro, let’s go measure my glutes I guess.”

We got up and started towards the weight room, which was in the back of the building near all the art rooms. I have no idea why it was there instead of near the gym, but whatever.

“Aight come on I wasn’t joking, get that ass in gear. Come on now, cooome on,” Sammy cooed at me like I was a puppy getting trained. The fucking ass.

“This is definitely weird,” I groaned, following reluctantly. This man is just full of stupid ideas, but he’s never steered me wrong. It was kinda weird how eager Sammy was to measure my glutes, but I guess he was just being a good bro and cared about my gym progress. Sammy was always helping me out, like with homework even though he had a crazy high GPA and was taking all AP classes. I knew I could count on him.

“What’s good?”

His change of tone made me look over, he was answering a call.

“It’s Ikes,” he said, turning to me, keeping his phone on his ear.

“I’m helping Kim Kardashian find her lost earring.” He spoke into the receiver nonchalantly, playfully lifting his leg and trying to kick my butt with the back of his foot. I sidestepped and avoided him. Even with her big ass I don’t think Kim Kardashian deals with as many dickheads as I do. He lowered his phone down to his chest and turned to look at me as we walked, clearly not giving a fuck about whatever else Ike was saying on the other side of the line.

“Ok Isaac gotta go, kisses for you and your mommy tell her I miss her.” I shook my head and laughed again as he hung up the phone.

“Man’s a literal menace to society,” I said to myself out loud as if he wasn’t there.

“Bro but you haven’t seen his mom. Her ass is ALMOST as big as yours,” he said, squeezing some invisible asscheeks as we both laughed.

Luckily, the weight room was empty. Usually the only people who used it were athletes, but not during the day. Sammy had me stand in the warm up area and he found the tape measure. He bent down behind me, saying it was easier to get a measurement this way. Whatever, dude. I just wanted to get this over with.

Sammy looped the tape measure around my waist and then shimmied it down so it was around my ass. I felt his hand on my asscheek, his fingers grazing the thin fabric of the shorts. I figured he just needed to steady himself to get good measurements.

I heard a “holy shit!” under his breath. “You ok there, bro?” Why was Sammy being so weirdly quiet and serious today? Usually he was always sarcastic and cracking jokes.

Sammy was sure taking his sweet time. I didn’t think it would take this long to measure my glutes. I felt a little awkward, another guy measuring my ass in the weight room. What would his teammates think if they walked in right now? They’d never let me having a big ass down.

I could feel some hot air on my ass cheeks, and I realized that Sammy must be so close to my ass he was basically breathing on it. Then I felt his fingers squeeze a little, his hand starting to knead my ass cheeks and okay this was getting weird as fuck.

“Hey!” I stepped away from him. When I turned around, his eyes were kinda glassy? And for some reason he had his jacket in his lap. “What the fuck, bro?”

“Guess I forgot where I was for a sec, you know us hot-blooded males, can’t help but get lost when a big booty is in your face,” he teased, and I just grunted at him in annoyance. “Okay, fine, fine, I was just joking. I’m just really impressed, bro, they’re like the biggest glutes I’ve ever seen. Just admiring them was all. You should be proud.”

I should be proud, right? The guys gave me shit about my ass, but I knew it meant I had strong, powerful glutes. I could squat and hip thrust more than anyone else on the team. I just gained muscle in my ass so easily, I can’t help it if having a big ass makes me an ultra alpha stud. They must just be jealous. So I guessed this just meant that Coach’s new routine is working. Just sucks that now I need bigger clothes. Mom was gonna be pissed; we didn’t have a lot of extra money lying around.

“Yeah, you’re right man. Hey, let’s ditch and get White Castle, I guess these new booty gains got me in need of more fuel.” I laughed and Sammy got up, still holding his jacket in front of him for some reason, and put his arm around my shoulder while we walked out of the weight room.

We got back in time for last period, so I went to my last class, but I was so done with the day. Everywhere I went people were staring or whispering or just being weird as fuck. When the bell rang, I was ready as fuck to get the hell out of there.

The hallway got pretty crazy as everyone started pushing through to the parking lot. It was kinda like being at a concert, but nobody messed with me because I was so huge. Until, I felt something on my ass. No, not something, a hand. A hand. Grabbing my ass. Really fucking hard. Like squeezing it and pushing it, pulling it apart a little. Slapping it a bit. Fuck, what the hell? I swung around to see who the hell was groping me in the hallway, but I couldn’t tell who it was.

Fucking hell. This was getting old. It wasn’t just Sammy, everyone today was being weird. I even thought I saw Mr. Hartman, that retired Navy sailor turned math teacher who always looked like he was about to pop a vein, checking out my ass. Maybe he was just impressed? He was a pretty big and burly guy himself.

I went back to working my way through the crowd towards the door when I felt a HARD whack on my ass. Normally I’d have good balance, but I tripped over this girl’s foot and toppled down. It felt like everything was in slow motion while I was falling. Every head had turned to look at me, and then I heard a loud RIIIIIIIP. It felt like the sound echoed down the hallway, and the seconds stretched out as I realized what was happening until my face met the floor with a heavy thud.

No. This is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. I could feel the cool air from the school’s A/C on my bare ass cheeks. My ass had literally burst out of my fucking gym shorts!! None of my boxers had fit so I was going commando… I heard gasps, the clicking and flash of cameras, and even a couple of wolf whistles while I gathered up my stuff and ran out, trying to cover my ass with my hands as I ran. CLAP CLAP CLAP The sound of my dummy thicc ass cheeks clapping together deafened the hallway as I ran off.

I was so embarrassed. Normally I’m pretty easygoing, I’m a chill guy. But even I could only take so much shit. I got home and fell face first on my bed. This fucking sucks. Even worse, I don’t know if I’ll have anything to wear at school tomorrow. I should probably try on the rest of my clothes and see what fits, but I just laid stiff as a board on my bed, too heavy with embarrassment to do anything.

My phone started buzzing. I figured somebody had posted a pic to Insta and tagged me. Fuck, my reputation was going to be shot after this. How could anyone see me on the floor with my huge ass cheeks on display and still think that I’m an alpha stud jock?

The buzzing just wouldn’t stop, so I reached out lazily with one hand and felt around for my phone. It was Sammy texting me.

[You alright, bro? Heard what happened in the hall.]

[Who the hell did you hear that from?]

[Rachel McIver dude, she said she was right next to you. Said you tripped on her foot. Asked how you were doing.]

I groaned. Rachel is an obnoxious gossip. Even worse, she’s always trying to get in my pants and won’t take no for an answer. By now, the entire school must have known what had happened.

[Humiliated. Fuck this shit. I’m telling Coach I can’t do his program any more, I don’t want glutes this big!]

I stared at my phone as the bubbles when Sammy was typing kept going. Why the fuck was Sammy taking so long? Was he writing a fucking novel? I put my phone back down until I heard another buzz.

[You got nothing to feel bad about bro, but if that’s how you feel I’m sure Coach will understand. Don’t worry about Rachel, I took care of it.]

I wonder what he meant by “took care of it”? Sammy is such a smooth talker, he has all the girls eating out of his hand. I’m sure he could easily convince even Rachel to shut her mouth.

Alright, fuck this. I’m not gonna mope around all day. I’m a fucking Timberwolf. I’m an alpha dog. I’m gonna fix this. I raided my drawers and closet for all my clothes and started trying them on to figure out which ones fit. After an hour, I had two piles. The one that fit was mostly more stretchy gym shorts. The other pile was much larger and had most of my shorts, pants, and underwear in it. Fuuuuuck, my mom was gonna be pissed. There was no way I could ask her for new clothes.

[Bro, none of my pants or underwear fit! I’m fucking screwed.]

[Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ll bring you some extra pairs tomorrow morning.]

Damn, it’s great that I can always count on my bro to help me out.

I tried to focus on homework and get some shit done, but I sucked at homework when Sammy wasn’t around so I figured I’d just go to bed early. I tried not to think too hard about my awful booty gains and just fell asleep.

I had finally drifted away when I suddenly jolted awake. “What the…?” There was this… itch. In my body. God, it was driving me crazy. It was still dark out, so I groggily checked my phone. 3:14 AM.

I was squirming in my sheets, so uncomfortable. Fuck, why was I so damn ITCHY? Where was I even itchy? It wasn’t on my skin, it was like… like in my stomach. No, lower. And it wasn’t like a regular itch. It was like a burning, but also like… a hunger? Like the way your stomach feels when you’re really hungry. Only it’s not in my stomach, it’s… it’s up my butt. Was this part of the booty gains? Was this normal??

“What the fuck what the fuck.” I tiptoed to the bathroom, not wanting to wake my mom up before her 5 AM alarm. When I got to the bathroom I grabbed a hand mirror and pulled down my gym shorts, one of the few that still (barely) fit me. I needed to figure out what the fuck was going on in my ass.

I turned around and tried to look over my shoulder. Damn, it was definitely bigger. Did it get bouncier too? I hopped up and down on my heels to test it, and honestly if it wasn’t my own ass I’d think it was straight out of a rap video. I grabbed one cheek and pulled it apart slightly, feeling my fingers sink into my soft yet muscular glutes. I guess I couldn’t really fault Sammy for giving me that squeeze earlier, I had to admit it was kinda fun smacking my ass and making it jiggle.

I bent slightly and used two hands to pull my hefty cheeks apart and get a look at my hole. It looked normal. There were no hemorrhoids or anything gross. Except… it was like throbbing? Like I was clenching them, but not doing it on purpose or anything. The pulsing felt like it was in sync with the itch burning in my ass. Holy fuck, it was so intense it was making me cross-eyed.

Fuck, what the hell is going on with me? Normally I’d never do something like this, straight guys don’t touch their own asses, but I had to try. I grabbed some aloe vera from a tube on the bathroom counter and laid down on the floor, lifting my legs up and spreading my cheeks. I slowly touched my fingertips to my hole, the cool gel felt great and it seemed like it was helping. Actually, it felt really good. The harder I pressed on my hole, the better it felt, like the itch was going down.

Fuck! Without meaning to, I slipped my finger inside my own hole, sinking it down to the knuckle. And then I saw stars. There was like a jolt of electricity right to my brain. That’s so fucking weird. There was nobody around, right? So I could try this, just this once, to take care of this itch.

Just having my finger in my ass made my legs go all wobbly. This was fucked up, but clearly the itch was coming from… inside me, right? So it totally made sense that I’d have to stick my finger up my butt to scratch it. Right. That’s it. Totally normal thing to do. Scratch that itch inside my ass.

When I pushed my finger back in, I had to bite my arm to stop myself from moaning. My ass felt so fucking good with my finger inside it, damn. It wasn’t painful at all, in fact it was like my hole was sucking me in, it was hard to pull my fingers out. I bit down on the carpet to try and muffle the moans and groans I kept making as I pumped my finger in and out of my hole.

My hand slipped, and I ended up pressing two fingers against my hole. Could it…? OH GOD YES. Two fingers felt WAY better than just one. Holy shit, I arched my back and tried my damn hardest to muffle my moans as a wave of pleasure took over me.

I was pumping two of my fingers in and out of my ass, hoping that the squelching sound and my muffled moans weren’t going to wake Mom up. Fuck, it felt so GOOD! When I bottomed out to the knuckle on both fingers, I started to wiggle them around in my ass and it was like my fingers were stretching me out, sending shivers up my spine.

Before I really knew what was happening I was picking up the pace, pumping my fingers in and out of my hole with as much force and speed as I could. Every time they bottomed out in my ass I saw stars. It felt so good, the aloe vera helping to slick them up, sliding in and out of my tight jock hole. It felt like there was something coming. It was like that feeling you get when you’re about to cum, but it was different. Kinda like…

“OH MY GAAAAAAWD!!” I gasped and clasped my hand over my mouth. Fuck, Mom probably heard that. It was like fireworks were going off inside me, it was like an orgasm times a hundred. My whole body shook, arching my back and trying to calm myself down, but I totally wasn’t in control of my body’s reactions. It honestly felt kinda like how I used to dry orgasm when I first started puberty. Only way more intense. Not just intense, good. It felt really fucking good.

What the fuck? Why did that feel so good? I’m not gay, so I shouldn’t really enjoy sticking my fingers up my ass. But, on the other hand, it did feel good, and I think that took care of the itch. Yeah, it was totally gone.

Exhausted, I didn’t have any energy to really think too much about my situation. I pulled my fingers out of my ass and went back to bed.

Whatever relief I had was temporary. A couple days later, I woke up with another itch inside my ass, even worse than that night I had fingered my hole in the bathroom. I tried my hardest to ignore it, grabbed the electric blue running shorts Sammy had given me, and hopped in his car.

Sammy had been kinda off for the past few days. He brought me some shorts, but he didn’t want to hang out. Every time I’d asked him to come over, he’d said that he’s too busy helping his mom. And at school he couldn’t look me in the eyes, whenever I turned around he immediately looked away. Did I do something wrong? I really hope Sammy isn’t mad at me. Thinking about that makes me feel even worse than I already am. I could really use my best bro right now… maybe Sammy would have some kind of idea what was going on? Or, maybe even Coach. Yeah, Coach was the best bet. He taught the Health classes too so maybe he knew what was going on with me.

I skipped first period and went right to Coach’s office. He was doing some paperwork when I knocked, but he gestured for me to come in. He was scowling at something, but as soon as he saw it was me he broke out in a huge grin. Coach is awesome. He’s never been mean to us, he’s always been an awesome leader, helped us with all kinds of problems. He had two daughters, so he treated his players like they were his sons. Me in particular. I’ve eaten dinner with his family so many times while my mom works late that I feel like a part of his family. I’ve known him for almost 10 years now, since I was 9. He’s the closest thing I have to a dad.

“Coach, hey. I wanted to talk about the new routine you made for me. I don’t think it’s a good fit. Too much lower body stuff. It’s uh, well. It’s making my clothes hard to fit.” I turned around to show Coach exactly what I was talking about.

There was that sharp intake of breath again. It’s just a butt, could people stop getting so freaked out about it? Made me feel like he should run away and join the circus. ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, The Amazing Bubble Butt Boy!’

“Uh, well I can see what you mean, Luke, but the routine isn’t really designed to do much for your lower body. There’s just one set of squats and one set of hip thrusts. We can reduce those or lower the weight, but honestly I think it’s just genetics. You’ve always had, uh, well you were always gifted in that area.”

My ears burned and I clenched my fists. That isn’t what I was hoping to hear.

“Is there something wrong, Luke? Are your muscles sore, is it painful?”

I had to think for a sec. How could I tell Coach what was going on and not make it seem weird and freaky as fuck. ‘Painful’ wasn’t exactly the right word. Uncomfortable, for sure. That throbbing in my ass was coming back, worse than before, and I started to squirm a little to distract myself. I could tell that my hole was twitching and puckering, and that weird burning itch inside my ass felt like a bee up in my business.

There was absolutely no fucking way I was going to tell Coach that I had stuck my fingers up my ass. He knows I’m straight, but he might still get the wrong idea!

I sighed. “No, that’s it, guess I should just lay off the lower body stuff. I really hope they shrink back down, none of my pants fit.”

Coach coughed. “Well, if you keep off them they should go back to how they were before, I think, after a while. Might want to do a cut phase now to help reduce body fat while you’re at it.”

Coach got up from his desk and stood in front of me. He clasped his hands over both my shoulders. I could see how much pride he had in me in his expression, not to brag or anything, but I was probably his favorite player. I really looked up to Coach, too. Dude was in crazy shape for his age, just all muscle, big burly chest. He was a total lady killer, his wife passed away a while ago and I figured he must go on a ton of dates. Coach always wore these tight gym shorts that seemed to cradle his junk just right. And from the looks of it, Coach must really please his girlfriends with that massive- Uh, not that I’m thinking about Coach’s junk. Nope.

Throb Throb Throb

That throbbing in my ass started to go haywire. I needed to get the fuck out of here and take care of this. I called out “thanks coach!” as I zoomed out of Coach’s office and into the nearest bathroom, slamming the door of the handicap stall behind me.

“Whatthefuckwhatthefuck.”

The throbbing in my ass was making me go cross-eyed. It was almost bringing me to tears. What was this feeling?? I wracked my brain trying to figure it out. It was like when I did a cut phase. You’re trying to lose body fat so you’re eating at a deficit, and you’re just so hungry all the damn time! Right now I was so hungry, I needed something inside me… but this sensation wasn’t in my stomach. No, it was in my ass.

Was I seriously going to finger my ass in the handicap stall at school? There was no way I could do that. No matter how desperate I was, or how intense this throbbing was, or that weird itchy hunger in my ass which made me want to keel over.

“Oh fuck it!” I couldn’t take this any more. Fingering my ass worked the last time I got this itch, so I figured just a little bit would be enough to calm down and get back to class. I had started carrying the bottle of aloe around with me, just in case I had another… irritation.

I squirted a huge glob of the gel onto my fingers, even though I knew I didn’t need that much to get some fingers in my ass. I stepped out of my shorts and sat on the bathroom seat, lifting my legs up so I could press my fingertip against my hole. Yup, especially with the lube there was zero resistance. I was instantly knuckle deep again and seeing stars. As I wiggled my finger around, it was like fireworks in every direction in my head. But, the itch and throbbing was also getting more intense.

It wanted more. I realized that’s what that throbbing was telling me. It wanted more. I gulped and slowly withdrew my finger from my tight hole, whimpering a little at the uncomfortable emptiness. I unfurled my middle finger and brought it next to my index finger. I pressed both against my hole.

OH, FUCK!!!

That was what it needed. Those fireworks turned into supernovas!! I was literally shaking on the toilet, legs raised, while I dug into my own ass with two fingers. I couldn’t help myself, I was moving on autopilot, it felt so good to scratch that itch inside, quickly and aggressively pumping my two fingers in and out of his hole. In, out, in, out, inout inout inoutinoutinout. IN. OUT.

My chest was heaving with how intense this was getting. Something was happening inside me. There was this… PRESSURE in me. Where that itch was, I could finally identify where it was located. It was in my ass, but it was pretty deep. My fingers haven’t reached that spot, even though they helped a little. But I just needed to scratch that damn it, but it was too fucking DEEP and my fingers just couldn’t reach it. I was getting so frustrated, I was really slamming my fingers in and out of my ass like crazy. I got so lost in it I didn’t even realize I had added a third finger. Fuck, I was so close, I kept trying to push my fingers in as deep as they could go, it was so damn close, almost there, right there. RIGHT THERE!!

“Luke?” I heard the bathroom door open and Sammy’s voice. Fuck.

“Bro, that you? Coach said you went in here a while ago. You alright? Said you seemed pretty upset.”

I took a deep breath and tried to calm my breathing. I also tried to pull my fingers out, but when I started to withdraw them the throbbing got even worse and I figured if I took it slower, I wouldn’t make that much noise and Sammy would never notice, right?

SQUELCH

“Yeah, bro, I’m ok, just uh, you know, pretty constipated.” God, so close. I couldn’t stop now.

SQUELCH SQUELCH SQUELCH

“Yeah, you sure, bro? What’s that noise?”

SQUELCH SQUELCH SQUELCH

“Nghaahhhahmmmm…” I couldn’t stop the noise that escaped my lips, an obvious moan of pleasure. There was no way Sammy didn’t hear that. But I was so damn close, it was right there, right there, almost there, I couldn’t stop now, it was…

“Luke, what the fuck?”

I looked up. I had forgotten to lock the fucking door! Sammy was staring at me, or, more accurately, staring at me two fingers deep up my ridiculously huge bubble butt.

And it was unfortunately at that exact moment the universe exploded.

My eyes rolled back into my head until you could practically only see the white. My entire body convulsed and shook and shuddered. I wanted to reach out to steady myself, but I couldn’t bring myself to remove my fingers from my hole. This was way beyond a dry orgasm. I wasn’t even fucking hard!!

I rode the waves of pleasure as the current went up and down my entire body. Like pop rocks of bliss in every fiber of my being. I arched my back and tried to just ride it out. I had no idea how long that had lasted, it felt like it both took ages but also excruciatingly short. The waves started to slow down, gradually.

As my weird not-dry orgasm went down, I was so relieved to feel that the throbbing was gone. Yes! Finally! I was so happy I had even temporarily forgotten about who was staring right at me.

“Bro, this is not what it looks like, I swear, I was just…” I struggled to think of a good excuse of getting caught literally with my pants down, knuckles deep in his hole. I panicked and my eyes darted all around. Come on, think of something, Sammy is going to want an explanation…

My eyes fell on Sammy’s crotch and I couldn’t help but notice that thick, throbbing bulge stuffed into the front of his jeans, jutting out several inches. Holy shit!! I’ve seen him naked plenty of times in the locker room, but I’ve never seen him hard before. My eyes bugged out at the sheer size of it. Who knew Sammy was PACKING?

“…did you pop a boner, dude?”

Sammy’s eyes went wide and without saying anything he bolted from the bathroom.

What the fuck? On a day that was already weird enough, that might be the weirdest thing yet.

What the fuck was I going to do?