He swore that his parents named him after The Simpson character Bart. But that show only started the year he was born. Of course it started on some British gal's variety show, he was told. So it was probably true.
And of course they called him Bart. There's even pictures of him as a young child with Bart Simpson's shirt on otherwise naked.
One of his parents favorite photos is of him wearing one of those shirts, turned away from the camera and looking back. His baby face and smile are upstaged by his little pronounced bare bubble buttocks.
He hated it when adults patted his butt and made comments. His own parents, neighbors, relatives, it seemed every adult wanted to pat his little boy buttocks.
Even in church he'd get pats from friends of his parents who just smiled.
"When you get older, you'll find the ladies will like that" His father told him once when in tears he complained.
Puberty came as it does for everyone and his butt seemed to gain importance to his peers more then the surrounding adults.
"Hey Butt throw me a towel" someone would yell in the locker room and Bart would comply not even complaining.
Bart had gotten used to his nickname and although others laughed when someone called him Butt he just made a face and tolerated the ongoing joke.
Of course in the privacy of his bedroom he looked at his very round asscheeks, pet it, played with it as he masturbated. It felt good. That was the basic truth.
When he got patted on the butt after wrestling team matches, he smiled. It felt good. Of cousre he was horny from pressing his body against an opponent.
Even his coach called him Butt making the others snicker. Bart just responded and ignored it.
In the hallways Bart would occasionally catch some girls giggling as they passed by him at the locker. He knew why. Other guys would smile and wink at the girls if this happened, but for reasons he didn't understand, Bart just considered it more of this classsmates making fun of his physical definition.
"Hey coach how can I uh, you know slim down?" he asked his wrestling coach.
The man looked up at him and made a face. "You want to get into a smaller weightclass?" he asked.
Many of the guys wanted to wrestle younger guys to enhance their win record.
"Uh not exactly I just want to change the shape, or body sculpt I think you call it" Bart slapped his own butt.
The Coach smiled stifling a laugh.
"Hey Bart go with it. " he moved closer and put his hands on Barts bubble butt.
"It would be different if this was fat, but it's firm" his hands moved over and around Bart's butt.
He liked the feeling but tried not to let is show.
"Yea I guess" Bart said.
"Hey it's muscle and that's good" the coach said patting the butt again and then moved back in front of Bart.
"And looks like you have another muscle there" his eyes were towards Bart's crotch where his erection had tented his gym shorts.
"You wearing a jock?"
"Uh no just pulled on my shorts to see you" Bart said.
The coach's hand cupped his balls through his shorts. "If you don't have support, you'll hurt yourself. That feels better right?"
Bart's cock throbbed feeling someone else's hand on his meat.
"Yes Sir" he said
The coach left his hand in place. His thumb moved in a petting stroke over Bart's hard cock.
"Then wear a jock before working out or wrestling." The coach advised.
He removed his hand and Bart clenched to hold back the orgasm that was nearly happening.
"And don't worry about that cute butt you have. Most guys would give a testicle for it" the coach went back to his desk and put his feet on it leaning back.
"Uh thanks, can I uh stick around a few minutes?" Bart tried not to look in the Coach's eyes as he moved his hands to cover his tented shorts.
"Sure, I've got to go but you can uh take care of your problem. Use one of those towels when you're through."
The smiling coach left Bart alone in his office.
Bart sighed and sat on the massage table to relax. The idea of jacking off in the coach's office aroused him even more. And he was soon naked on the table working his cock.
"Hey what's up?" Gordon came into the office. As one of Bart's closest friends and his team mate, the Coach told him where Bart was.
"Wow man you are hot" He said.
Bart had pulled a towel over his hard on.
"Uh just so horny that I uh" Bart stammered.
Gordon laughed "Hey we all get that way man. Let's do it." he locked the door and pulled his own shirt off.
It wouldn't be the first time he and Bart had jacked off together. Stumbling out of his jeans he got on the massge table on his knees. His hands found Bart's cock as it had before.
"Man you are totally hard" he said. "Just lay back and I'll take care of you"
"It's not my birthday" Bart said smiling as he lay back. Gordon's hand would take care of him he knew.
"Shit man, you're so horny maybe nows the time, you did promise me you know"
Bart looked down. Gordon's other hand was on his own rock hard cock. It's tip was clearly wet.
"Not sure we should do it here" he fumbled for an excuse.
"Why not, the door is locked, coach is gone and they've even got this jar of stuff here. " Gordon held up a white jar. "Wonder why it's here, you think the coach is porking some of the guys?"
"Or maybe they do him" Bart said not resisting as Gordon moved closer forcing his legs to surround him.
Gordon had fingered him while jacking before.
"Dunno but with a butt like yours I'd think you would know before the rest of us" Gordon said as he slathered some of the white goo on his cock and then in Bart's asscrack.
Bart knew it was going to happen. Gordon wasnt' the first one of his friends who wanted to bury their horny cocks between his enviable buttcheeks.
"When you turn 18 for your birthday maybe" Bart had promised.
They were both 18 now. Gordn's birthday came and went.
"Remember your promise" Gordon had said the night of his birthday when Bart has slept over. Bart gave him a hand job instead.
"Maybe sometime" Bart said.
That time had come.
"Just lay back and breathe" Gordon said as he grabbed Bart's ankles and aimed his boner moving forward.
"Go easy man" Bart pleaded.
"You mean I"m the first? Not even cousins?" Gordon asked. Bart had told him before he hadn't done it. But all guys say that despite the midnight horny brothers, inquisitive cousins and sometimes paying strangers.
"Shit" Bart hissed. Gordon's cock was inside him pressing past his sphinter.
"Breathe" Gordon said "it's ok buddy"
And as soon as he said that Gordon's cock slid all the rest of the way deep inside Bart.
"Awwww god that's fantastic" Bart admitted.
Gordon was groaning his own admiration for his cock being surrounded by his friends warm intestinal grasp.
He started a rhythm that heretofore had only been used dancing or in the privacy of his self enduced pleasures.
Bart felt sensations that ranged from weird intestinal things to the pleasure of each time Gordon's cock would move almost out of him.
He worried he'd be embarassed by excreting on Gordon. But that feeling subsided and he relaxed.
Bart opened his eyes and watched Gordon. His face winced and changed expressions in ways Bart hadn't noticed before. His smooth chest seemed pumped up like the times they lifted weights.
His stomach rose and fell exhibiting the energy it took to flex his body during each insertion.
He looked hot. Bart had seen him naked before obviously and seen him jacking off of course.
But that was the first time Bart thought he looked sexy, hot and exciting. Bart's own cock which had softened began to harden again.
"Yea" Gordon was smiling seeing Bart's cock hard again. "Great buddy let's go for it"
Bart began to pump his own cock while Gordon fucked him. Their friendship graduated to buddy fucking as they both raced to teh point of release.
Gordon leaned his head back wards as he uttered some curses. Bart saw his stomach flatten then expaned. Inside him he felt his sphinter being stretched more. He knew Gordon was cumming shooting the seemingly unending streams through his intestines.
Bart had seen that cock shoot many times and imagined seeing it inside him doing the same thing.
His own cock sputtered then spewed as both of them drained their teenage loads of baby making sperm.
"Shit man" Gordon said "How was it?"
"Yea" Bart "can't explain, but man"
Gordon pulled his half flacid cock out of his friends formerly virgin butt.
"Shit I'm gonna call you butt from now on too" Gordon said as he towel wiped his cock and then Bart's crack.
"So boys have a good time?" the coach bounded into his office.
The two still naked boys stared like deers in headlights.
"Don't worry about it. Use the shower, I have paperwork to do."
They quickly moved into the shower not sure what to say to each other or to the coach. As they emerged and dried their bodies.
"Sorry Coach" Bart said.
"Hey guys no problem, I was your age once and Bart had a problem you needed to take care of. That's what friends are for" He added.
Gordon pulled on his shorts and threw Bart his.
"Besides with a cute butt like that nobody could blame you" the coach said pointing to the camera that was mounted over the door.
"Shit" Bart said realizing that the coach had watched them fucking.
"Don't worry, it only goes to my vcr" The Coach pretended to focus on his paperwork.
"Practice Saturday guys" he added as the two boys were leaving "And Bart one minute"
Gordon left and Bart turned around.
"After practice Saturday, you're with me. We have a videotape to watch at my place. Tell your folks you're sleeping over with Gordon" he smiled.
Bart felt his cock expand somewhat. He knew this weekend was something he had wanted ever since joining the team.
"Or you can bring him if you want" the coach added. "See you Saturday, Butt"
Bart had begun to like being called that at least now there was a reason he liked.