I went to a sleepover at my buddy's house the other day, and some real funny things happened. I'm a little sheltered, and I don't know if they were "funny-ha-ha" or "funny-uh-oh." I was wondering if I could get your thoughts... did I do anything wrong? Am I going to be in trouble?
It all started when I was in math class the other day. My needy, little puck started to tremble in the middle of class! I could feel it itching and sort of pulsing in my shorts. In fact, it's been happening quite a bit lately.
Wait. I guess I should tell you a little about myself first, huh? My name's Mikey, and I'm a junior in high school. Like anyone, there are some good things and some not so good things about me. I'm kind and helpful and I'm great at sports. But the flip side is that I'm a little ditzy and maybe a little too shy. I don't have many friends... but that may be because we move around so much. My dad's in the military.
I guess the other thing you need to understand before I tell you about the other night is this: my dad is sort of controlling, and he has really high expectations for me. I only tell you this because he's sort of who I'm worried about. I just don't want to disappoint him. He has a very specific idea of who he wants me to be, and he pushes me to meet those expectations. And for the most part, I've met them. I AM his perfect, straight, blue eyed, blond-hair jock of a son. Sure, I may be dumb, and I look more like a runner than a meathead. But he loves that I don't chase girls or go to parties and that I'm still a sweet, naive kid still even tho I'm 18 years old.
Wait. There's one more thing you need to know so that you can really understand my problem and hopefully help me. I'm embarrassed to say this, but you need to know. My ass is abnormally large and soft. In fact, it's usually the first thing people notice about me. At almost every school I've ever been to, people have called me "bubble-butt" or "bubble boi" and never even bothered to learn my name. I mean, I get it... I have this tight, perky jock body with this gigantic, pillowy ass that sticks out like a shelf. I get that it looks ridiculous. I get why some people swat and spank it as I walk down the hall while others can only stand and gape. I only tell you this because it might be the reason my straight, teenage puck pulses like it does all the time.
Anyway, back to that day in math class. I couldn't think about anything but my tight, needy hole, and so to relieve the feeling, I sort of sat on my hand and worked my long fingers up between my big cheeks. With my fingers wedged in between my giant ass cakes, I rocked back and forth to relieve some of the pressure. I was in the back row, and I knew no one could see me so I started to really grind down on my fingers in the middle of class. It felt sooooo good. I guess I got lost in the feeling because I let slip a quiet whimper. This big, black linebacker who sits front of me whipped around when he heard my shakey moan. He took a brief glance down and saw me rocking back and forth with my hand disappearing down the back of my tight shorts. I was worried he was going to make fun of me, but he just grinned and winked. I must have turned bright red... I was humiliated to be caught massaging my puck in the middle of class. I yanked my hand out of my pants, and planned how I could avoid Darius for the rest of the day.
After class, I slipped out into the hallway, but Darius caught up to me. He draped a huge muscled arm around my shoulders and leaned in close to whisper in my ear.
"I saw you scratching that itch during class. You know, I got an itch that needs scratching too. Maybe we could help each other out."
I couldn't believe Darius had the same problem as me. I gaped at him for a moment and then I asked, "You mean, you have a fluttering, little boy puck too? How do you handle it?"
Darius chuckled, "I'll show you just how I handle a needy little puck. Come to my house tonight. We're having a sleep over."
I quickly agreed. I couldn't believe I scored an invite to a sleepover at the captain of the football team's house! Darius was so cool, and strong, and handsome -- everyone in school just worshiped him. And he wanted ME to come over so he could help me with a problem I had been embarrassed to tell anyone about. ME who had never been invited to a party before because kids always assumed I was too innocent. I just couldn't believe how lucky I was! I wondered if any other kids from school were going to come by for the night too or if it would just be the two of us hanging out all night.
I arrived at Darius' house later that night. My dad had been really reluctant to let me go; it was a school night and my he didn't love that I had made friends with someone a year older... and -- I hate to admit this --black. My dad was racist and elitist and he didn't want me making friends with the "wrong crowd." I finally talked him into it by telling him that there was a good chance Darius could help me get onto the varsity teams if I was really nice to him. My dad would agree to anything in the name of his perfect son's sports career.
When I got there, Darius was palling around with Trevon, Malik, and Winston -- three seniors who were on the team with him. They were all much bigger than me, but I chalked that up to their being seniors while I was still a junior. Whereas my body was all lean muscles, these guys were big and bulky. They looked like men, while I still looked like a boy -- a boy with an impossibly juicy and massive ass, that is. When I walked in, I felt 4 pairs of eyes on me in an instant, like I had interrupted some private conversation or secret plot. They were looking at me like they were about to pounce, and I felt a little uncomfortable. I mumbled my thanks for the invite, then asked Darius where his parents were.
"Oh don't worry, champ. They're out of town tonight. That's why I knew it would be the perfect night to help you out with that little hole of yours."
"Darius!" I gasped out. "I don't want everyone to know. It's so embarrassing."
"No. No. Mikey. It's ok. I already told the boys about it, and they also want to help. We were hoping to get a quick look at it before we get on to anything else tonight."
Winston smiled invitingly at me and said, "Come on, Mikey. Isn't it time you made some friends? We can be reeaal good friends to you. You know, the type of friends who help each other with... whatever it is they need."
Trevon and Malik were grinning as they walked over to me. They were on me in a second, and their big hands began rubbing my shoulders. They were tracing their fingers along my neck and over my pecks. Meanwhile, Winston went to make me a drink -- something he promised would loosen me right up.
"Come on, Mikey, show us that itchy, little hole." Malik was panting in my ear. It made me feel a little light-headed, and Trevon slid his big paw down the back of my gym shorts. He started kneading my left check with his rough hand.
"Yeah Mikey," added Trevon, "I hear you got some trouble with that puck. Let's see if we can help. I reaaallly want to help." I felt overwhelmed with these two bulky, black men flanking me and rubbing me with their big hands. And, it wasn't just the way they were toying with my body that was making me feel so good. My heart felt like it might explode. I couldn't believe I had made four new friends so easily. And it was so considerate of these guys to want to help me and to make me feel relaxed and at home.
"Ok... but you guys have to promise not to make fun of me. The only reason I'm showing you is because I know you just wanna help. I was scared to tell anyone about my hole, and you guys are so accepting. I gotta say," I confessed earnestly, "it's nice to have friends I can trust with this."
"Yeah yeah. cool," Mailk said. "Now, show us that beautiful ass."
I slid my gym shorts down my long legs and spread my heavy cheeks wide while arching my back a little. My huge, soft ass was spread apart, and I could feel the cool air hitting my puck. My soft cheeks jiggled and swayed, framed only by a light blue jock that was just a bit too small causing my soft, creamy cheeks to bubble out over the ass straps.
Malik whistled low and Trevon whispered in my ear, "Mmmmm. That's pretty." His hand stopped groping my meaty cheek, only to drag a rough finger against my hole. I gasped out, but Malik softly hushed me. "It's ok, kiddo. We're only here to help. That's what friends are for, right?" The pad of Trevon's finger was stroking my pulsing hole, while Malik began to knead my right pec.
"I know, " I choked out. "It just feels... it's a little overwhelming. I've never had anyone touch me there, and it's all happening so fast. But... ah... I trust you guys."
"Maybe we should get Winston and Darius to take a good look at it." Malik's hot breath tickled the shell of my ear, and I couldn't help but shudder. "Maybe feel around if they have to. Here, Trevon, you and me, let's hold open these big, juicy jock cakes so our boys can really see what that hole can do."
Malik reached down and roughly grabbed my right cheek. Trevon took hold of the left one, so that my tight pink knot was completely exposed. Meanwhile, their other hands roamed around my chest -- I'm sure in an effort to soothe me while I was in such a vulnerable position.
Occasionally, one of them would grind the heel of his hand against my nipples on accident as they were massaging my pecs, and I would let a moan escape. I don't know why, but it felt so good. I'm going to have to try playing with my nipples the next time I'm at home alone slapping my puck for relief after school. It was almost like my hole and my needy, pink nubs were connected; every pinch and pull sent sparks down my spine directly to my pulsing hole.
At this point, Winston came back with some drinks. He walked over to me, and rather than hand me the glass, he crowded into my space and tipped the cool liquid down my throat for me. Can you even believe how nice these guys were? They were pampering me like I was their only care in the world.
With Trevon and Malik flanking me on either side, and Winston in front of me feeding me a drink, I was surrounded by giant, black jocks. I thought to myself how much my dad would hate the idea of not just one new black friend, but four. I was suddenly surprised to feel warm breath against my hole. I flinched, but Darius grabbed my hips and in a calming voice said, "Easy there bud. I'm just getting a good look at your twitching little puck."
I felt Darius's fingers rubbing soft circles around my hole, and tapping right on my puck. Then he spoke, "You know, bud, I've got a theory about why your hole might be so twitchy... You have a bunch of light blond peach fuzz all around your puck. I'm wondering if it might be tickling you."
Trevon instantly jumped on that idea. "You know what? That's actually a really smart idea! Mikey, we need to make sure you're completely smooth down there, and then we'll see if you still have the problem."
The other two voiced their support, and with four friends cheering me on, I could only agree with the group. After all, it did sound like a smart theory. I nodded my head and said, "Ok. That sounds good. Do it."
All of a sudden, Darius changed his mind out of nowhere. He started tracing his fingers all around my hole and tickling my ass lips. He even used a few fingers to lightly spank my puckhole just like I sometimes do. He pet the soft hair around my hole and hummed, "Gosh, I don't know... You didn't sound sure. I don't want to do anything you don't want, Mikey. I'll only do it if you really think it's a good idea... ask me to do it, Mickey. Tell me to make you smooth."
"Do it," I whined. "Please. Make me smooth down there. I want to be hairless. Please." I don't know when it happened, but when I spoke, I noticed I was panting and gasping for air. Darius playing with my hole, and Trevon and Malik pawing at my chest had made me feel dizzy and hot. My legs were trembling, and I couldn't concentrate. Winston poured some more liquid down my throat as I rested my hands against his broad chest. "Say, `Make my pretty hole smooth like a girl.'" Winston whispered against my lips.
"Please. Just... oh! please make my pretty hole smooth, like a girl. Please Darius, help me with my tiny pink hole," I pleaded. I would have repeated anything I was told; that's how overwhelming the sensations were. It was like a burning wave of pleasure was spreading out from deep inside my hole to the tips of my fingers. My eyes lolled back into my skull, and I started panting and moaning only centimeters from Winston's lips.
Suddenly, Darius ripped his hand away, slapped me hard on my gigantic bubble butt, and stood up. "Ok, stud. Whenever I hear begging that pretty, I'm always happy to help."
Whatever had been building in me suddenly subsided. I had been so close to something... I don't know what. But it had been stolen from me, and for some reason, I felt frustrated to have not reach what I had been so close to. I must have whined because Trevon and Malik both started whispering soothingly in my ear and stroking my pecs.
"There there, beautiful. Easy does it. Pace yourself. Its gonna be a long night."